The Shadow
Location: Cularin
Gear: Shroudsaber | Empire's Shadow | Shroudshoto | KC-95 Ace Of Spades | Nelvaanian Longsword
Tags:
Ladybug
Maestus
Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir
Cularin had it's fair share of daily struggle of survival with trading and the occasional internal conflict. However, lately things have gotten darker both metaphorically and literally. The sky, once bright with the sunlight, was now painted a dark orange during the day. Casting long shadows throughout the once bustling planet. From the dark corners came horrendous beasts, teeming with the dark side that mutated their bodies into something grotesque. A chrysalis rancor attacked and killed anything on sight that wasn't one of them, which proved to be the death of a whole town that was laid waste to ruin weeks ago.
The following events were told of the dead, whether they were torn or buried under rubble, were reanimated overnight and now stalked the destroyed settlements. Small groups have wandered off, feasting on what creature they can get their hands on. Hounds, twisted by Sith Alchemy nearly beyond recognition, torched fields of harvest and burned down several buildings. Many people did not survive the hounds' attacks, and just like the rest overnight the dead smoldering bodies reanimated and slaughtered the rest of the second town. Turning anyone they kill into one of them and becoming an effective dead zone that people quickly learned to avoid.
Now there's talk of simply evacuating the planet of civilization before whatever tainted presence that inflicted their planet consumes them. Some agreed and left to spread the word of warning. To tell travelers to not go there. Others remained behind whether it was their vain attempt to reclaim their lands, or their wills were beginning to crumble into despair.
Rath overheard these warnings, and normally he wouldn't pay heed to any of it as it wasn't uncommon to find people talking about misfortune dealing them a bad hand. However, the talk of the dead and strange beasts with the sky always dark. That peaked his interest, and normally he wouldn't put himself at risk since the vicinity of Cularin is being sandwiched by at least three different factions. Being caught between them was not ideal for Rath. Sure it has been a while since he's been in service to the Eternal Empire, and technically resigned. However that was so that he could have free reign of tracking down one individual that managed to elude him and the Empire all of this time.
Something, whether it was Force or a gut feeling, was pulling Rath's eyes to Cularin. As if telling him to not just look, but to go there. Honestly he hates it when the Force pulls on him to do something. Like being strung along with invisible wires attached to a puppet for some giant entity's puppet show. The Force was a chaotic well of energy that some civilizations regarded as some grand entity that gave power to the living. Yet there has been a conflict between Jedi and Sith for as long as civilization existed. Yet despite Rath’s beliefs, he strangely felt a familiar presence. A faint, distant presence, but it was there in Cularin.
So Rath flew with his ship as it flew fast towards Cularin, and when he arrived. It looked like someone put a blanket of night within Cularin’s atmosphere. Casting a mixture of day and night where the sun touched the planet with it’s warm light. His skin felt like something was crawling up to his neck as he felt a cold, empty sensation. It wasn’t the kind of dark side that fuels hatred, pain, lust for power, or suffering. This was the hunger kind, like something unseen yet massive was threatening to swallow him up. The gluttony of never being satisfied on what it consumes, and Rath felt something tickling the top of his mind. He recognized it was something trying to get into his head, and focused on forming a mental barrier to cast out the presence.
The Fireaxe flew over the forest as the Shadow looked upon some evidence of destruction to the very nature of this planet. Some areas have been forcibly cleared, or even a small clearing revealed what was better described to be a massacre of both humanoid and wookiee. Some looked twisted, but Rath couldn’t make out any more details as he did not linger long enough to get a better visual.
Eventually Rath found a decent landing spot that didn’t have any dead bodies or large lifeforms on the scanner. Landing just north from Gadrin, some kilometers away from the outskirts as it were. Once the Fireaxe touched down as smooth and comfortable as he could manage. All of this flying throughout the galaxy actually allowed him to improve on his flying skills, but he hasn’t gotten much in terms of space combat other than evasive maneuvers for obvious reasons. He adorned the Empire’s Shadow, a very light suit of armor made out of shadowsilk and dark plates. Over his head is a hood that belongs to a dark grey cloak of ultrachrome and druetium. His face is completely covered by a dark, featureless mask as his body blends in with the dark lighting.
On his belt is a peculiar Nelvaanian Sword with a hilt of a shoto that has an intricate design of silver on it. There was a second hilt of a lightsaber on his left side that remains hidden from the front and amidst the folds of his cloak. The darksilver blending with the shadowsilk made it difficult to perceive with the naked eye if he was in the dark. Holstered on his right thigh was his favorite Ace of Spades blaster pistol.
Stepping out into the wilderness, even though it was day time, long fingers of shadow stretch over the forest as the trees had begun to look pale compared to what they usually are in coloration. Even the leaves that would be alive in the branches had begun to lose the vibrant green as splotches of withering brown were beginning to form on the leaves. Can’t really say much on the air though as his mask filters out the air a bit, but otherwise it felt like the planet was being consumed.
Rath peered into the Force, not to be swept away by the lust for power as whispers of temptation linger in his ears. But to locate a trail of essence, of the Force itself being sapped away towards something in the distance. The sensation of his mind prickling with recognition of being watched, but it also felt like his sensory was being scrambled. Like he couldn’t pinpoint where the feeling would be coming from as if it was coming from all around himself and yet nothing was there to perceive. Silently, Rath began to follow towards the source as it seemed like the outline of his body merged with the touching shadows.
Gear: Shroudsaber | Empire's Shadow | Shroudshoto | KC-95 Ace Of Spades | Nelvaanian Longsword
Tags:
Ladybug
Maestus
Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir
The Eye of the Storm
Cularin had it's fair share of daily struggle of survival with trading and the occasional internal conflict. However, lately things have gotten darker both metaphorically and literally. The sky, once bright with the sunlight, was now painted a dark orange during the day. Casting long shadows throughout the once bustling planet. From the dark corners came horrendous beasts, teeming with the dark side that mutated their bodies into something grotesque. A chrysalis rancor attacked and killed anything on sight that wasn't one of them, which proved to be the death of a whole town that was laid waste to ruin weeks ago.
The following events were told of the dead, whether they were torn or buried under rubble, were reanimated overnight and now stalked the destroyed settlements. Small groups have wandered off, feasting on what creature they can get their hands on. Hounds, twisted by Sith Alchemy nearly beyond recognition, torched fields of harvest and burned down several buildings. Many people did not survive the hounds' attacks, and just like the rest overnight the dead smoldering bodies reanimated and slaughtered the rest of the second town. Turning anyone they kill into one of them and becoming an effective dead zone that people quickly learned to avoid.
Now there's talk of simply evacuating the planet of civilization before whatever tainted presence that inflicted their planet consumes them. Some agreed and left to spread the word of warning. To tell travelers to not go there. Others remained behind whether it was their vain attempt to reclaim their lands, or their wills were beginning to crumble into despair.
Rath overheard these warnings, and normally he wouldn't pay heed to any of it as it wasn't uncommon to find people talking about misfortune dealing them a bad hand. However, the talk of the dead and strange beasts with the sky always dark. That peaked his interest, and normally he wouldn't put himself at risk since the vicinity of Cularin is being sandwiched by at least three different factions. Being caught between them was not ideal for Rath. Sure it has been a while since he's been in service to the Eternal Empire, and technically resigned. However that was so that he could have free reign of tracking down one individual that managed to elude him and the Empire all of this time.
Something, whether it was Force or a gut feeling, was pulling Rath's eyes to Cularin. As if telling him to not just look, but to go there. Honestly he hates it when the Force pulls on him to do something. Like being strung along with invisible wires attached to a puppet for some giant entity's puppet show. The Force was a chaotic well of energy that some civilizations regarded as some grand entity that gave power to the living. Yet there has been a conflict between Jedi and Sith for as long as civilization existed. Yet despite Rath’s beliefs, he strangely felt a familiar presence. A faint, distant presence, but it was there in Cularin.
So Rath flew with his ship as it flew fast towards Cularin, and when he arrived. It looked like someone put a blanket of night within Cularin’s atmosphere. Casting a mixture of day and night where the sun touched the planet with it’s warm light. His skin felt like something was crawling up to his neck as he felt a cold, empty sensation. It wasn’t the kind of dark side that fuels hatred, pain, lust for power, or suffering. This was the hunger kind, like something unseen yet massive was threatening to swallow him up. The gluttony of never being satisfied on what it consumes, and Rath felt something tickling the top of his mind. He recognized it was something trying to get into his head, and focused on forming a mental barrier to cast out the presence.
The Fireaxe flew over the forest as the Shadow looked upon some evidence of destruction to the very nature of this planet. Some areas have been forcibly cleared, or even a small clearing revealed what was better described to be a massacre of both humanoid and wookiee. Some looked twisted, but Rath couldn’t make out any more details as he did not linger long enough to get a better visual.
Eventually Rath found a decent landing spot that didn’t have any dead bodies or large lifeforms on the scanner. Landing just north from Gadrin, some kilometers away from the outskirts as it were. Once the Fireaxe touched down as smooth and comfortable as he could manage. All of this flying throughout the galaxy actually allowed him to improve on his flying skills, but he hasn’t gotten much in terms of space combat other than evasive maneuvers for obvious reasons. He adorned the Empire’s Shadow, a very light suit of armor made out of shadowsilk and dark plates. Over his head is a hood that belongs to a dark grey cloak of ultrachrome and druetium. His face is completely covered by a dark, featureless mask as his body blends in with the dark lighting.
On his belt is a peculiar Nelvaanian Sword with a hilt of a shoto that has an intricate design of silver on it. There was a second hilt of a lightsaber on his left side that remains hidden from the front and amidst the folds of his cloak. The darksilver blending with the shadowsilk made it difficult to perceive with the naked eye if he was in the dark. Holstered on his right thigh was his favorite Ace of Spades blaster pistol.
Stepping out into the wilderness, even though it was day time, long fingers of shadow stretch over the forest as the trees had begun to look pale compared to what they usually are in coloration. Even the leaves that would be alive in the branches had begun to lose the vibrant green as splotches of withering brown were beginning to form on the leaves. Can’t really say much on the air though as his mask filters out the air a bit, but otherwise it felt like the planet was being consumed.
Rath peered into the Force, not to be swept away by the lust for power as whispers of temptation linger in his ears. But to locate a trail of essence, of the Force itself being sapped away towards something in the distance. The sensation of his mind prickling with recognition of being watched, but it also felt like his sensory was being scrambled. Like he couldn’t pinpoint where the feeling would be coming from as if it was coming from all around himself and yet nothing was there to perceive. Silently, Rath began to follow towards the source as it seemed like the outline of his body merged with the touching shadows.
