Location: Above the New Jedi Temple
Equipment: Staff of Dakrul,
Cursed Gen'Dai Flesh Armour,
Dread Blade,
Conduit shackle receiver
Allies: Brotherhood of the Maw -
Tegan Starfall
Enemies:
Ingrid L'lerim
Elpsis Kerrigan
Dakrul thoroughly enjoyed the reanimated Starfall's eagerness to promptly deliver utter destruction onto this city of stone and ember. Having glimpsed out into the night it was undoubtedly clear that the Avatars had arrived at the capital of the core. Their presence would leave a mark. A brand of terror and annihilation burned into the mind and hearts of those that called this place home. All the way at the center of the universe the Maw had struck. What was believed by many to be nothing but an obscene horde of occult marauders somewhere in the fringes of the galaxy now drove their blade into the depth of the world soul of Coruscant.
He sadly didn't have time to stand in awe of their grand crusade, instead, he had to protect the reborn witch. Having taken a closer look at the two female humanoids facing the pair of Mawites it became clear there these weren’t simple intruders. In his vision of the world, one in which the mortal plane was mashed with the Nether he could feel a looming presence over the red-haired female. There was something strange about her, a particular aura, a lasting odor. She was no ordinary light bearer so much he could tell. The other was a burning figure, clearly hinting at the sheer volume of living force energy that flowed through her.
Then they attacked, the strange one first, promptly vanishing from the entrance only to appear next to the towering Cha’ta’ri Heathen Priest seconds later. She was going for the bomb. His hideous veiled face turned to Tegan, it didn’t seem she minded. The women before him promptly changed shape and dimensions. Dakrul was in awe. The female had plane shifted in an instance, no ritual, no sacrifices, somehow she bypassed all-natural laws the warlock had been taught about the process of traveling to hell. Not just that but she had taken the bomb with her. The monstrous necromancer was thoroughly impressed and it seemed he would be even more startled as the reanimated Rhand spell weaver beside him uttered an incantation meant to keep the plane shifter at bay. He couldn’t translate word for word but he had been taught similar magick back in the days of his study upon the Gehinnom.
“HAHAHAHAHA SISTER YOU SPEAK THE TOUNGE OF THE DEVILS” this demonic sorceress grew on him quickly.
In fact, he had been so impresser that he had not caught up to the movements of the other attacker. A mistake that would cost him dearly as the warrior before them cut through the horde of his undead minions before blasting at the one creature the Dakrul was meant to protect. Tegan was sent hurling out of the vessel's opened cargo doors.
“NOOOO SISTERRRRRRR”
The maniacal insectoid panicked for a moment.
How could he fail? How could he let his Master and his priesthood down like this?
He wanted to sprint after her, throw himself into the cold night in a vain attempt to save her when he suddenly heard her voice in his head. Could his toothless rotten orifice bring upon a smile, it would. This witch was really something. He thoroughly understood why that Avatars had seen it necessary to return her onto this plane, why they keep such a close eye on her, and lastly why the Master was so keen on having her around. With Starfall having made an impact and immediately jumping into a frenzy of killing Dakrull felt it was best to keep his distance and instead send his thrall to aid her.
Tegan would stand witness to the dead rising, all around her, and as she added to the numbers of those perished in today's attack those killed would also follow her. In a radius around her, all souls lost would be returned, would stand again, and through them, Dakrul could see, and hear and smell the chaos that they ushered in.
He would have loved to use the remainder of their time to observe as this city dubbed a prime target would bend to the will of the Avatars. Watch as it was thrown into war, smell the stench of death in the air and listen to the silent woeful screams of those souls reborn. This was such an important target to the Mawite crusade yet there was still the issue with the second intruder that would have to be cleared.
At this point the only live upon the vessel aside from Dakrul and his opposition were the crew on deck. Yet the ritual hall was eerily alive, for killing the undead was an impossible task. The charred remains of those that had been chopped apart or cut in two would twitch and wrangle but ultimately move again and take action against
Elpsis Kerrigan
.
With this much energy expanded Dakrul would feel the shortness of strength. As if there was not enough air to breathe he could feel his powers fade and grasp over souls dwindle. He needed to maintain both the undead legion rising around Tegan, those inside the ritual chamber, and lastly, he needed to maintain his own curse of immortality.
His eyeglass gaze would once again come to rest upon the blazing flame of living force coming of the women before him. He would take from her, a flame so strong could be harnessed made one's own. With a rather swift motion for such a half-rotten giant, he spun his necrotic staff in the air before pointing its crimson tip right at the attacker.
@Elpsisi would feel her power tucked, pulled, ripped, and clawed from m here. Dakrul was known for his endless, undying hunger for more. The women would experience this insatiable appetite first hand.
