Oblivion The Shape of The Things to Come

[Kyrel Ren]

The voices had grown louder, something far darker was rising, much more than the Maw. Through strange circumstances this has arisen. Following Csilla. The voice within Kyrel was to seek what lied beyond the veil. Beyond what was known space. The voice continued to drive him in the coming days, soon there was reports of something that was rising something that involved the activation of mysterious machines known as hypergates. Machines that opened many doors, some reports from Mawite cultists said they had opened to hell.

Some who tried to sense it such as Kyrel. When the issue was brought forth before the Heathen Priests, after great debate amongst themselves talks were had of investigating and attacking what lied beyond the gate. Some within the maw were skeptical. Kyrel among them, and so volunteered to lead a vanguard force beyond the gate. What was beyond the veil.


It took days to gather the expedition, the voice constantly gnawing at his head in a greater intensity. The closest gate lied on Lao Mon. When arriving a dark surge of energy overwhelmed him. The voice speaking that the door was open, now the path was clear. The Force swirled seeming so familiar and yet so chaotic. It was hard to figure out what lied beyond. Kyrel looked back at his vanguard team. “It seems our way is clear, only forward we can go what is beyond the gateway. Be it death or hell, let us meet it in the name of the Avatars.”

He said uncertain of what was beyond. A sense of dread flooded his every being. His steps felt heavy, the energy coursing all around. They were so close as if on a great holy pilgrimage. One that would change the Maw forever, with each step they were all closer to purpose. Now all they had to do was cross the portal to see what lied beyond.

 

[Darth Bellum]

C O R R U P T
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| Location | Oblivion, Netherworld​

| Purpose | Unleash chaos​

| Opposition | To be determined...​

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Something stirred within the depths of the Netherworld, a movement that started to allow the unseen and unfamiliar heart to begin beating, like the pounding of drums of war that grew in intensity. The shadows moved like snakes, slithering across the ground, leaving tendrils of smoke that began to converge into a towering figure. From its haze stepped forth Darth Bellum, setting foot in the Netherworld where the call beckoned, his skeletal gaze glancing around.​

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Something had drawn the attention and interest of the Lord of Eternal Conflict, a feat that was not so easily achieved, like a siren's call - The call of Omni. While the fires of war continued to rage across the stars, Omni had somehow resurfaced, keen on taking the Netherworld by storm. What its true purpose was has remained a mystery, though it mattered little to the dark spirit. All that mattered was the conflict that Omni would bring upon the galaxy would continue to further empower him - even if it meant becoming a so-called 'pawn' to them.​

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The Netherworld would serve as a mere stepping stone as Darth Bellum turned to face the large hypergate that led from the known Galaxy, sensing the curious minds that lay on the other sides, also being called by the allure of Omni. A familiar presence to him lay on the other end, the dark spirit starting to dissipate in the harsh winds of the Netherworld, his figure fading like sand in its current as Darth Bellum dispersed to observe those who entered the realm of the lost and forgotten, leaving behind an atmosphere of hunger and despair for those to experience the moment they entered.​

Kyrel Ren

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Lao-mon, Netherworld Hypergate
Allies: Kyrel Ren | Darth Bellum ?
Foes: ???

The Mongrel was a warrior, forged of slaughter and tempered in the Brotherhood's long campaigns. For three long years he had served the Hidden Maw, following the commands of the Dark Voice and striking fear into hearts across the galaxy. He had made kills and taken trophies from the Eternal Empire in the West to the Sith Empire in the East. He had fought the New Imperial Order in the far North and pressed ever southward, into the territories of the Galactic Alliance. He, a mere mortal, had stood against half a dozen Jedi across his battles, and each time had lived to tell the tale.

But nothing in all that time had prepared him for this.

The swirling gate before him was a new evolution of the Brotherhood's apocalyptic war, a battlefield beyond his comprehension. He had only glimpsed something like it once before, in a vision. When the ragged but victorious remnants of the Brotherhood Warfleet had fled Csilla, he had lain in a medical bay, somewhere between life and death. He had watched as the infinite Avatars, the forces that ruled time and space across the entire universe, had stretched out across the eons, and he had understood how to serve them. He had seen a place like this, a space beyond space itself, unbounded by reality.

He hadn't expected that it was real, or that he might go there.

The Mongrel stood in front of the hypergate, among the handpicked ranks of Kyrel Ren's expedition. All around them were the sweltering, humid jungles of Lao-mon, full of the cries of mega-predators and the drizzling of tropical rain. Yet beyond the gate was an entirely different landscape: an arid savannah, flat and rocky, painted in oranges and browns and tans. It was difficult to see any more; the image was ghostly and dreamlike, the details quite literally hazy. All that was certain was that it was another realm entirely... one where spirits walked as easily as mortals, and where the Droid God ruled.

The Mongrel felt an alien emotion rising in him, one he had not felt in a long, long time: fear. He would face down death on the battlefield any day and every day, secure in the knowledge that he would serve the purpose that the Three Avatars had chosen for him. But this was no ordinary battlefield, and this "Omni" gave him pause. If there was a God in this Netherworld, what hope was strength of arms against it? Could such a being, effectively all-powerful within its domain, pervert or defeat his holy, predestined purpose in the cycle of War, Death, and Rebirth? A terrifying question to ponder.

But Kyrel Ren had called for bold warriors, and he would serve. They would explore this place, and in time, they would conquer hell itself. It was the destiny of the Hidden Maw to consume everything so that a new age could be born... and a new plane of reality was only more fodder for the Brotherhood to devour. Or so he told himself.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Lao Mon Hypergate
Nearby: Darth Bellum The Mongrel


With each step he felt heavy, on which he was so close to achieve a new type of power. All one had to do was walk forward. The gravitating force coming from the gate, perhaps even the sheer power was intense. The undead creature had only continued to move forward. The path to destiny was only forward, and as some could believe that the Avatars lied beyond. The only way to discover this truth was passing through the gateway.

Getting so close, he started to phase into the gate. The feeling itself was nothing unlike he felt. What he could describe it was going through the gate. Was in itself similar to going through hyperspace, but not within a ship but as if one was going through it in an outer body experience. Something that to Kyrel felt both unnerving and yet something strangely euphoric.

The rest of his form began to phase through with ease. The gateway in itself slowly opening to reveal what lied beyond. Was it ancient secrets and power? The Avatars themselves, perhaps even a new kind of hell? So many possibilities seemed to be at the forefront of his mind. What lied beyond the gate would catch the barbarian vanguard off guard.

When they had started to emerge from the other side, they were greeted with sand? Sand and endless amounts of it everywhere, Kyrel turning his head frantically as if hoping to discover some wisdom? Even thinking that it had or must have been some kind of illusion. Instead there was not. Even picking up some of the grainy material only watching it drift with the howl of the wind.

A slight growl emerged, frustration had clouded his mind. “This cannot be all there is? Just sand everywhere? What is this some bad joke? I am not amused!!” He yelled out, only to hear the slight echo of his anger and disappointment shown right back at him. There must have been more that he was not seeing?