Dominion The Bryn'adûl | The Weak Underfoot | Dominion of Saleucami

[Osam]

Post One
Objective: Stronghold

It was an honor to join the assault being led by the mighty Titan on one of the last Sith strongholds on the planet. There had been others in previous days, but the effort expended by the Bryn’adul in rooting out these Imperial nests had been rewarded with their extermination. One by one, the mighty fortresses fell to the unending hordes of the Draelvasier and their vicious war-beasts.

Despite the fact that this stronghold was the last, a cursory analysis of it revealed that it was not even the mightiest that had been on the world. In his opinion, the stronghold over on the Eastern-most continent had been far more difficult to secure, because its position had been emplaced between a number of high cliffs that had made movement difficult. The confines of this fortress were in contrast surprisingly simple - four walls on four corners marked its extent, and within it was a great keep rising above the walls like a tower.

A glint of metal caught his attention on the walls, and the Risen took note of the many guns which surrounded the exterior defenses of the fortress. Each of them was armed by an Imperial, a stern, and devoted man or woman doing their part for their intergalactic hegemony. He could see it in the way that some of them couldn’t keep their eyes off of the incoming forces though… the fear… the regret.

They’d tear their hegemony to the ground, and show them true supremacy had never come from the edge of a crimson saber.

 

[Sethrak]

Post 4
Objective: Dance

They had reached the trap quicker than he had expected. Likely responding to their outpost being attacked. Fools.

The Warlock aimed his bow, the explosive-tipped arrow in place. Aiming at center mass, he let the arrow fly. The hit landed, as predicted, scattering the Sith troops. He hadn’t counted them but his earlier predictions were accurate enough. The blast had killed four of them, while the rest scrambled...but not for cover. Instead they regrouped right where they had been, forming a square. Sethrak notched another arrow, though the Sith were quicker. They randomly fired at every bush, tree, and rock around in a blind effort to hit something. Sethrak quickly shot the arrow, barely aiming as blaster fire pelted his location.

It hit, though he didn’t see it as he backed up, using the now burning bushes around him as cover to the best of his ability. He readied his shotgun, and as the barrage slowed due to his previous shot disrupting their formation, he sprinted out from his hiding place.

In front of him the Sith square was scattered now like ants, or leaves from a tree. Sethrak sprinted at the “formation” and shot down the nearest Sith as she tried to get up. The blast threw her down and resulted in smoke rising from her chest as flesh was fried like eggs on a pan. Now several Sith were up, and others were rolling over to face the Warlock and fire from a downed position.

The Warlock grinned, unleashing three more blasts which killed four sith. They were hopeless. This was a slaughter.

 

[Osam]

Post 2
Objective: Stronghold
In spite of the guns brimming over the edge of the walls, the Risen-Sraelvun felt exceptionally confident about their assault. The attacks that they’d launched against so many other fortresses had all managed to succeed, and even if some had managed to exact a toll in manpower on them, the Bryn’adul had grown to be strong enough to allow such bloody taxes.

Another observation revealed that while there were many cannons and other forms of anti-personnel ordinance interspersed across the assorted segments of the walls, very few of them were pointing directly downwards. Clearly, the enemy expected that they would only strike them from afar, perhaps using some manner of sapper to knock down their walls.

The Major let loose a rallying shriek, gathering together a number of his lesser cousins with the call to arms, and directed their attention towards a particular segment of the wall where only a single emplacement was directed downwards. While it was clearly a devastating weapon, there were dozens of Sraelvun, and each of them possessed the climbing abilities granted by their claws.

The glory-seeking Risen sprinted ahead of his companions, allowing the guns of whatever Imperial forces remained on the walls to swivel towards them. It was imperative that he didn’t stay within their killzone longer than necessary, and so he made a point of putting his head down at focusing on running until he’d made contact with the cold wall.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Post: III
Objective: Assassinate Sith military leadership (BYOO)
Location: Taleucema, central tower (ground floor)

THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES REMAINING

Krarolk’s axe decapitated the last trooper at the tower’s secondary entrance.​

With the assistance of a large Dramedius Prime Shell, the trio broke through the steel doors and entered the building’s outer halls. The halls were simple and utilitarian in design, with sharp turns and sturdy steel walls marked by years of small cuts and peeling paint. Like the Sith troopers they had fought outside, the building had the appearance of being used and strained frequently. Still, there was a sense of durability to the tower that made the trio suspect that destroying it would be far from a simple feat.

After several minutes of uninterrupted advance, the Elite Squad arrived at a large industrial elevator. They entered the platform and pressed on the lowest level, slowly descending down into the depths of the tower. It reminded the trio of descending into the arenas of their childhood, in which they would quarrel for hours on end. The nostalgia of the first combat experiences in their lives calmed down the trio, and they stood silently as they prepared their armaments and continued their descent.

Finally, the elevator stopped. The trio had arrived.

 

[Osam]

Post 3
Objective: Stronghold

His claws dug found good traction against the hard walls of the fortress. While he was uncertain as to whether they were a metallic construction, or simply some blend of smoothed stone, there was little doubt of their durability. Nevertheless, it was unnecessary for his climbing claws to dig all the way into the material in order to grant him purchase from whence he could escalate - he only needed to create enough friction for each new movement.

Osam had always been an exceptional climber. Even among a sub-race whose talents included climbing nearly sheer cliffs and structures, he was able to maneuver far faster than his peers. Perhaps it had something to do with his physiology, or perhaps it was some ingrained psychological advantage granted by his desire to survive at all costs. It was always possible that his survival instinct was taking over while he climbed, ensuring that he wouldn’t detonate on the ground far below.

He could hear a few of his kindred not far behind him who had suffered such ignoble fates. It was difficult not to listen as they shrieked, suddenly surprised by either gunfire or else by the loss of grip they’d focused so highly on… they would shriek and then squeal and then there would be only weak pathetic gasps at the bottom when they made contact with the ground. Those who had fallen far enough died instantly on impact, or so close to instant that it was a pointless differentiation. Others lingered, grasping at life with broken bodies and shattered bones until finally, they could hold it no longer.

The turret on the walls was doing its best to hold back the swarm, but it needed to alternate between different climbing sections in order to keep them all down. As the Risen reached the summit of the fortress walls, he became acutely aware of just how close he was to the gunner manning the weapon, of how little space remained between them.

With a sudden leap and a fierce grapple, the Imperial was taught the lessons that gravity had taught so many of his kin.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Sith Stronghold
Post: Three
Tags: Tathra Khaeus

The Titan had made the call, the sky cracked open - pillars of fire scorching through the atmosphere. The Sith were confused, but the Dredge had already opened up the cracks and the Bryn'adûl warriors were flooding into the tunnels below. The General stood watch, fighting back the enemy as the Sith were drawn forward. Perhaps they thought they were retreating, but they about to get hit with a nasty surprise.

"Into the tunnels! Quickly." Kelda shouted, straining to be heard above the combat.

Those left on the surface ducked down into the trenches, too damn late now. But, oh well. The General leapt down into the tunnel as the Dredge caved it in, closing up the hole behind them as they all braced - the Dredge acting as bracers for structuring integrity as the Siege Towers crashed down on the battlefield.

One could hear it from afar, the massive shockwave crashing across the plains right on top of the Sith fortifications. There was screams, blaster fire and the muffled sound of Draelvasier above ground growling and barking as they fought the Sith rushing into their hiding spots. Then silence as the ash settled.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

Post: IV
Objective: Assassinate Sith military leadership (BYOO)
Location: Taleucema, central tower (basement)

THIRTY MINUTES REMAIN​

The basement was dead silent.​

Not a footstep could be heard, no droids or animals stirred, and the only disturbances in the opening hallway were small, dim lights. The three were on edge - such silence could only mean a trap, or proximity to something important. They walked slowly, trying to minimize the noise they produced. Still, their footsteps echoed, carrying further down the hall.

Suddenly, a muffled humanoid voice broke the silence. It seemed to come from inside a wall roughly five meters ahead of them and to their right. It was followed by another voice before being broken off by a third. Assuming the role of predators, the Zealots closed in on their cowardly prey. As they arrived within two meters of the wall, the chatter suddenly stopped. And not a moment too soon.

An explosive round from the Zealot Commander’s Spitter burst open the secret entryway, revealing a war-room with three well-dressed individuals resembling field commanders inside. Before they could coordinate a retreat or counterattack, they were skewered, their data computers trashed, and their clothing taken as trophies.

With their mission achieved, the trio bolted. The basement was suddenly alive with life, and blaster bolts flew in their direction as the Elites approached the elevator. As they leapt in and rose up, they saw fifteen troopers behind them, watching as they ascended out of reach. Another fifteen waited at the ground floor, though these unavoidable units were quickly slaughtered. With twenty minutes remaining, the trio burst out of the tower and towards the outskirts of the city from which they had come. A large explosion behind them signalled the presence of a tank - the trio added sharp turns to their flight, with occasional near-hits being deflected by Krarolk’s green barriers.

Suddenly, a shot from an even larger gun rang off behind them, destroying the pursuing tank. The Draelvasier vanguard had made greater progress than anticipated, and the Sith behind the trio were now too preoccupied to pursue any further. At last, the trio leapt back over the inner gate with their Spitters, entering the safety of the outer city. They had finished their task ten minutes early - now all that remained was for the Elite Squad to get to the Shard they had safely hidden in the nature preserve and sweep the planet for survivors.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: BYOO
Post: Three
Tags: N/A

The Servitors continued to encircle the population centre, creating an inescapable valley in the centre whilst the others began to tip the edges of the city right into the middle. In seconds those who inhabited it would begin to understand what was happening as their entire city came apart.

Splitting into hundreds of pieces as they fell from the steep hills the Servitors had created; sliding down the earth beneath them to collide and die within the chasm. To be eaten by the Guardian. In that one glorious moment, millions died and so did that feeling of absolute power surge through him.

In one fell swoop, their enemies remaining populace annihilated. As the Chieftain and his band had cut through the stars, so did the Bryn follow in his wake. The Sith and their civilisations would be buried, one by one.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Eliminate Sith industrial presence
Location: Industrial district
Tags: N.A

He should've killed him, but in the panic of it all he simply put distance between them. the sand with enough force to wind him and possibly break a few ribs. At the very least his force choke was relinquished, but the Sith Lord had been disarmed. Now would be the time to strike. Galak took the Cleaver Axe into both hands, moving to strike at the Sith’s back.

The Sith leader rolled aside as the Cleaver crashed into the ducracrete. He pulled the saber to him, igniting it as he swung for his arm. Galak raised his wristblades blocking the strike, slashing across with the Cleaver at the Sith as he dodged under the swing, curving his saber round the wrist-blades. The crimson blade cut through his knee, causing Galak to drop to his knees.

The Sith reigned back, pulling the Saber in toward his chest before thrusting forward for Galak’s chest. The Juggernaut caught it in his wrist blades, forcing it upright as he swung - striking the Sith leader with the blunt of the Axe, knocking him back several feet - crashing into the rubble.

 

[Keldothera]

Objective: Sith Stronghold
Post: Four
Tags: Tathra Khaeus | Osam |

Moments passed. A breath felt like forever as they sat, lying in wait not even of how many sith remained on the surface. By now, Tathra and his forces would be within weapons length of the enemy. By now, no doubt the Sith leadership and its following of Sith were under his thumb. It gave her vigour, gave her a sense of pride.

"This is Regiment 12 General Keldothera, prepare for emergence on ten!" The words travelled quick as the General spoke through her communicator.

Shamans commanding the Dredge as the creatures punctured through the tunnels, a mixture of their own legs and rock becoming pathways as the Bryn'adûl warriors rushed out from underneath the ground.

But, what remained on the surface was more like a graveyard than a battlefield.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Five
Tag: Keldothera | Osam |
Obj: Sith Stronghold

Two leaders, two different kinds of leaders. This was why the Sith lost, and would continue to do so. Because they lead from the back with their tails between their legs. The entire floor was completely silent, all with the exception of the battle outside. Tathra watched with apathetic eyes as the loyal Sith Legionnaires all waited for their Warlord. Stood tall in clad black, an epicanthix with a broad and dominating demeanour. Too shaken to speak, all the same.

The distance between them was one that he was eager to cross, not because he wished to face the Titan who had forced their finest back from Ankhypt but because he was the only definitive thing in the room. Tathra commanded that presence, but the fear in the Sith's heart told him that what he saw was only a veil, the depths of him were beyond his Human comprehension. That was why any resistance, any true kind was futile.

The Titan slowly raised an open palm facing outward in the direction of the room, filled to the brim with at least fifty Sith. Soldiers and lightsaber wielders alike. But that was what made the Warlord finally speak. A simple and well known gesture was all it took to get past that thin veil of confidence and stern evil the Sith always pretended, hid behind.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

With the uncertainty of protection from the Sith Empire, Regalia Order has been demanded to protect a temple outside of the city. The temple is a host of knowledge in terms of the Force. The directive was simple, keep it from any force sensitive that posed a threat. With little notice the Bryn'Adul forces marched, beginning to siege and dismantle the Sith forces at the heart of the city. Regalia rushed to protect and lock the secrets of the darkside deep within its grasp, but the Ashaka Order had already arrived. They had one key goal, breach the vault to gain the secrets of the darkside & kill Regalia Inquisitors. ​

Objective: BYO, Reach the Top of the Mountain.
Location: Saleucami's Surface, Outskirts of the City, Regalia Temple
Time: 15:34:12 - Nighttime.
Tags: N/A
Post# 1

The swirling manifestation of the force exuded a heavy scarlet chain across the night sky. The tiny wisps of red light fracturing from corruption. It was as powerful as it was broken. The darkside could teach the Draelvasier a lot about the force. More so, to those seeking answers, not only about themselves, but of the lesser beings gifts. In truth, the Ashaka Order didn't plan on a retrieval mission. It has been adjusted at the very last second. The wide and wicked disturbance in the living force couldn't be ignored. It wouldn't go unscathed from the war below it's rocky breaches. The Ashaka Climbed in groups, carefully relying on the force to guide them to the top. What awaited them were guards, force users and traps within the temple walls. Still, they climbed.

The first group of six reached the backside of the mountain top. The first Drael pulled back his red hood, only to reveal a craggy and scaly face. Its teeth bore outward and its tongue licked the air. The Drael took in a deep breath, the scent of human flooding his senses. The opaque canvas of his eyes scanned the area carefully, before he shifted his attention to the top of the temple. The threads of hate and anger congealed into a messy knot. The mages among their defenses were strong. With a light grunt, he spoke.

"Brothers…" His voice was a whisper and he paused, the breeze a freezing chill. "Sisters, keep your wits about you. We've all seen first hand what these creatures are capable of. We wait for the others before we breach." Sylok kept his voice low, five others standing silently behind him. ​

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Objective: BYOO
Post: Four
Tags: N/A

But of course there would always be those who stood against them, like the assassins encroaching on his position now. He could sense them, even as they moved under a cloak of invisibility he had learned a long time ago that his power made him a target. His Honour Guards knew it too, and they had prepared for it.

"Seneschal, we have guests." He didn't even turn around, the Honour Guards already knew the Sith were there. They knew what he knew, and they attacked with a synchronisation that was no doubt unexpected.

But of course the Sith were no feeble creatures, their assassins especially were particularly cunning. One made it passed the others, darting with grace through the miasma of molten fire and the swings of Glaives as it closed the distance - lightsaber in hand.

It had been some time since the Primarch had been gifted the opportunity to fight. He turned, blocking the saber swing with his Staff. His gilded, armoured fingers pushing aside the saber as the Sith pirouetted away, disengaging to come at him again.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Objective: BYO, Reach the Top of the Mountain.
Location: Saleucami's Surface, Outskirts of the City, Regalia Temple
Time: 15:43:12 - Nighttime.
Tags: N/A
Post# 2


Each wore robes of their prestigious Order. The Ashaka Order was usually confined to the back line of war, but when the force was in question, they rose to the challenge. Much like that of other Shamans, they were capable of unique offensive abilities. The one's that weren't remained afar, assisting the others in the charge against the City or Stronghold. Everyone had their place in war. It was the Draelvasier way.

"Sylok." The words were raspy and crisp. "We've received another motion from the others. Intel says there's something in there we could use for our own. They don't want us to leave without it." Mogdam explained as he positioned himself to Sylok's side.

"What could the seers possibly want?" Frendak asked, irritation catching his words.

"Well.." Mogdam stopped, the arrival of another six Ashaka breached the top of the mountain.

"They are corrupt, but powerful in the force Frendak." Sylok said as he nodded to the other group. "They want us to retrieve information about their power."

"Nonsense, we are powerful. They are weak, we don't need their power." Frendak barked back, trying to keep his voice from becoming loud.

"Hm, when will you learn that knowing your enemy leads to more victories Frendak?" Sylok turned around fully to address the talented Weaver.

"We already know our enemy, we've already learned from before." Frendak grinned, his face cupping the curls of his lips under a shell-like cheekbone.

"We only know half of what we know. Mogdam, tell the others. We aren't leaving without their secrets." Sylok's voice was absolute, his eyes narrowing as they pierced through Frendak's own.

It was decided, the seers were wise to ask for the enemies source of power. It could help them later on if conflict continued between the two. Either way, they arrived at the temple's doors. The threads of the force wrapped around the top of the mountain, pulsating outward like a beacon of dread. The Ashaka would vanquish it, peel it from its shell. Then, when it mattered most, the source would reveal itself.

 

[Galak]

Objective: Eliminate Sith industrial presence
Location: Industrial district
Tags: N.A

Galak staggered over to the Sith who seemingly scrounged himself back up out of the sand every time he was throttled into it. The Sith rose, cringing with pain as Galak swung a feint, the Sith fell for it - swinging outward in a flourish.

Galak immediately disengaged and swung for his hand; the blow landed, eviscerating a few fingers and sending the silver lightsaber from the building. Dropping his weapon, Galak’s hand went for the throat of the Sith - grasping it tight in his fingers.

He wanted to feel the life drain from him. He wanted to feel him die like the weakling filth he was, his mind flashing with the horror of Pavium - that was Jedi doing, but it was all the same to him. The Sith punched at him, fought with his bare hands but it was no use.

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 5
Objective: Kill Yawns

The so-called battle had continued, a pile of dead Sith around the Warlock. Only a handful remained. That being said, they were all standing and shooting at Sethrak. He was forced to dodge frantically as blasts hit all around him. At last he dropped the shotgun, and picked up a Sith body, using it as a shield.

The Sith didn’t hesitate to continue their desperate defense as blast after blast battered the dead Sith. The armor melted off, then the flesh began to char and burn. The stench was overpowering, though Sethrak was used to it at this point.

He drew his Culler knife and threw the now burning hot body at the Sith. It hit only one as they had spread out, but that was one more down momentarily. Beyond that, the armor and flesh had been burning hot. The Sith was buried under the body like scrap in a trash compactor….a scolding hot trash compactor. He let out a horrid, panicked scream as the body burnt his flesh.

Meanwhile his companions were being killed one by one as the Warlock lept from one to the other like electricity.

Now two remained.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Objective: BYO, Reach the Artefact & Kill Inquisitors.
Location: Saleucami's Surface, Outskirts of the City, Regalia Temple
Time: 16:06:44 - Nighttime.
Tags: N/A
Post# 3

Sylok felt the corruption in the force. It was like a anvil that fell from the sky, tendrils of red and black swirls wrapping around the Regalia Temple like a chain. Its shackles never releasing from the surging power that was hidden inside it. They had to breach and recover it quickly, the first team moved in, each Ashaka weaver breaking way through the guards in the front. Sylok, Mogdam and Frendak waited patiently before moving in. A rush of power lifted a useless imperial into the air and off the cliff from Frendak's swift hand motion, clearing the way for Sylok to deliver the blow. He could feel the stinging sensation of the force, his body fueled through sheer effort of magic. With a flick of his lengthy finger a sundering wave of invisible energy struck the doors. The stone-like engraving of the Sith Empire cracking, before the doors crumbled with the next furious blow that slammed into it.

What greeted them was a massive foyer, emblazoned with pillars of marble and stone. The thick plastered ceiling above was like a dome, painted with the red sigil of Regalia. The 'R' symbol popping up on each pillar as Sylok observed, but the bulk of what waited for them were dozens of robed inquisitors, each a stigma in the force. A disease that tried to benefit from the false teachings of the Sith. If they were anything like those on Ankhypt, Sylok hoped terrors wouldn't affect him afterwards. Then again, this time there wasn't a Leviathan rampaging through the hot sands of a desert.

A few Battle-masters ran by him, each twisting and hurling energized offensive tactics at the inquisitors of Regalia. What seemed off were five figures among them all. Silently they weaved the tendrils of the darkside with ease, striking a few Ashaka Battle-masters with lightning. It was a raw element of choice, but Sylok respected their power. He dealt with that very trick against one of the Sith on Ankhypt. It was a dangerous thing to get hit by, let alone use. The Aeravalin grinned, with displeasure before he dashed forward. Mogdam and Frendak followed in tow, quickly they expelled a few members of the Regalia backwards in a violent fashion. A force push fueled by the power of wind. Still, Sylok charged and with a unrelenting motion he tugged on the force threads that revealed themselves to him.

His hand extended outward, aiming for one of the five inquisitors at the center of the fight. Sylok exhaled and the rush of power dripped from his very being. A bright green erupted from below, vines coming to life as they reached for the motionless Sith. ​

 

[Sethrak]

Post: 6

The two backed up, their shots missing by a mile as fear overtook them.

Sethrak sprinted towards them. The first fell back, holding Sethrak off with the length of his gun. Sethrak didn’t stab for the head, however. Instead he sliced the fingers of the weak Sith trooper, cutting them off with ease. The gun fell as the Sith’s strength was taken from him.

Defeated, the Sith didn’t fight as Sethrak’s blade pierced his neck.

At last the Warlock stood up. The last Sith was running away. Pathetic. Sethrak pulled the knife out of the now dead Sith’s neck, holding it by the tip of the blade. Focusing on the retreating man, Sethrak threw the knife with extreme speed and power. Would it be accurate?

 

[Osam]

Post 4
Objective - Stronghold

The walls were very quickly overthrown by the forces of the Sraelvun and their Risen compatriots. All of their kind possessed claws which made scaling structures far easier than it would otherwise have been, and they utilized this natural advantage to the full. Once the gunner had been deposed from his position spraying blasterfire down at the inbound drones, there'd been only a negligible resistance to the wall's summit. While the Sraelvun were among the weakest of their kindred, they utilized ferocity like a weapon, and they were not weak by any means.

Osam observed as a contingent of Drones tore through the Sith troops still stationed upon the wall, hurtling a few down the walls to their doom, and planting others onto the ground where they would be promptly rent into strips. From his heightened position, he was able to see that the Chieftain had managed to accumulate a significant amount of success in the time it'd taken them to merely steal a single section of the wall. Truly his might and the prowess of those he surrounded himself with was immense.

Carefully the hybrid set about dismounting from the wall, intent on observing the end of the Titan's rampage. Perhaps he might be able to learn something of use from such observation.

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Objective: BYO, Reach the Artefact & Kill Inquisitors.
Location: Saleucami's Surface, Outskirts of the City, Regalia Temple
Time: 16:26:44 - Nighttime.
Tags: N/A
Post# 4

The vines of Prime lifted to sky, each one violent latching onto the five figures that remained motionless. As the vines slashed at each of them, ghastly smoke rose to the air and each of them dissipated. Sylok's eyes shifted closer to him and before his body and mind could react, the real inquisitor stuck him. A flash of red tendrils slammed against his side. The Weaver was flung backwards slamming into one of the pillars. Before he could even begin to stand, a sudden barrage of lightning speed smashed him clear through the pillar and into the stone wall. It was clear these force wielders were exceptional in the force. Capable of keeping their secrets, ever secure. A loud crack came to, it rang through Sylok's body like a curse that hung over him. Each second spelling his doom as the figure finally revealed itself. It stood inches from his face, a Regalia sorcerer. Sylok caught a brief glimpse before the dull whisper reached him.

"You'll die here, vermin.." The Inquisitor was more than exceptional, he was manipulating the force with such speed and ease, Sylok was overwhelmed. In fact, this particular Inquisitor was a master of illusion. Little knowledge had been gained of such things from the Draelvasier that stood before him. Sylok had never associated such tricks and cowardice with the force. Even so, he was at the mercy of the Sith. At least for now. The figure spread out once more, another five figures staring him down. The world around him swirled into a hue of black and red lighting. The chaos of war in the temple vanishing before him. He winced, trying to break free from the wall he was slammed into. The pain from below signaling a rib fracture...or two.

This was bad. Sylok looked around, nothing around him reminding him of the Regalia Temple. His mind raced as he freed himself from the constraints of stone.

Am I trapped? Is this a new state if mind I'm experiencing? Why aren't any of them moving...

Sylok stepped forward, the real pain baring down on him now. He froze, a sudden tingle reaching him. A spark of green flame and hollow spears slipped through the air. All three of them like a bright heavenly light of pure energy. Each one criss-crossing right into his body. Sylok's eyes widened and an immmense amount of pain shudder through his existence. Blood spilling out, not only from the impact, but the as each spear had reached his body a successive blotch of blood escaped his mouth each time.

What the hell? These spears...they...

Sylok felt the pain subside, but discovered a new element to the attack. The spears began to siphon threads of the force from him. The powers that once called out to him, slowly being drained outward from his body.

Not good.
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