Circling the Scepter, nothing seemed to happen. Though being cautious had its own set of rewards...the room seemed to shake for Judgement when the doppelganger placed its hands on the scepter. Something was not right about this room...the scepter wanted to move but seemed imbedded in the ground rather hard. When it was moved a little bit more, the cave tunnel would shake and parts of the wall would crack...this room seemed hollow. There was a distinct feeling...a feeling that if this was removed, a great challenge is going to be presented. Though the power seeping from the scepter...the closer she got, the more it felt like Darth Reficites own power flowing through it.
Though she can feel something else...something that seems to encompass the Dark Side of the Force, all around this very room. If she looked carefully enough, she would see an eye uncovered now on the ceiling...and it was huge, the size of her own head as it was watching her every movement. With a vicious yellow hue with a black dot in the middle, this must have been the watcher...but it seems embedded partly into the crystal work around it. Now comes the choice though...does she take her chance or does she leave it towards whatever is watching this?
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The brother would indeed feel drawn by the strange device. It was a training tool used by many apprentices and acolytes that learned through the Sith Empire so long ago. No Death seems to be drawn from this device, nor does it seem very well connected. On close inspection, it would be a launcher of some type...attached with a grappling like hook at the end with a disc launcher on top. A rancid smell came from it as well, one that came from the reservoir near it...a poison one that long since been depleted and uncleaned for over a millennia. If he placed it on, it would feel rather...comfortable and the side would actually light up to give a disc counter, three of them to be precise. If he even knew it, it be identified as a
Lanvarok.
"Traitttoorrrrr."
A voice came through the pile, something started to move along it and moved bodies. The Dark Side was amplified by a massive magnitude, it felt even colder in the room. Out from the pile came an arm shooting out before slamming down, crushing one of the skulls nearby before coming out as a half-destroyed humanoid of rotting flesh. Its jaw barely hanged open, it screeched out as it echoed briefly along the halls and mostly in the room as two others start to emerge from the pile with ancient swords to fight the male though while somewhat skilled, they have lost so much speed from time...and skill.
"
Foorrrrr Emperrrorrrr Necrriidddddd!"
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The sister would seem to have better luck at finding where she was supposed to go. The room did indeed allow her to harvest without issue, though what was strange was her ritualistic dance, her admiration and will to appease the one in the coffin, one whom had passed so long ago. One that not even reached the supposed rank of Lord. When her body went flat onto the coffin to worship it, the eyes snapped open and glowed a bright white light that blinded her.
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"Cheia! CHEIA!!!"
A voice yelled out as the white light would vanish, leaving the sister ritualist in the same crystalized room...but without the coffin in the middle. She was near the crystals, but they were nowhere near their perfection as they were now. They seemed like buddings, small shards in the wall that was being cultivated. In the center was the figure from before, a Rodian Male laying on the ground a disc embedded directly into the torso, raggedly breathing. Around the Marauder, four bodies laid around it and the lightsaber of Cheias was cut in half nearby, smoking.
Through the main entrance, a loud cry would erupt as Darth Reficite appeared with some dark acolyte, only recognized due to his mask, impaling the unfortunate Sith with his green lightsaber into the wall before slashing upwards. With the last one killed from this viewpoint, the Dark Lord of Rebirth deactivated his lightsaber and noticed Cheia, screaming his name again as he ran over and kneeled, checking the Rodian with his left hand trying to raise his head up. Only now did the distinct sounds of battle ring in, lightsabers clashing and sounds of turbolasers going off far away.
"Master...your...alive."
"As you shall keep living...I have to heal your body, lift yourself, let me lend my lifeforc-"
"No...I can feel your life. It is new...it is unfitting. It is to soon."
"I can take it, I can-"
The Marauders arm shot up and grabbed onto Darth Reficites robe, pulling him down as the cavern shook around them. The two seemed to share a deep long stare, as if there was something else going on. The Rodians mouth moved, hoarse but speaking out loud.
"This is where my cycle ends Darth Renatus...you must end this war."
"I cannot....I cannot lose you to."
"We will lose more...without you. I now know what Death feels like...I am unafraid."
"Let me tell you how to live...how to come back."
"No...there is no time. They are at the steps, the Emperor and the Fist will soon clash. You must end this...you must stop them."
"But my power...my strength in the Force."
"No buts...you have your strength again, you are no longer weak, I can feel it like a raging inferno inside you. You have been reborn once more my Dark Lord, no more showing weakness towards anyone...Justice, not-"
The room gone silent as Marauder Cheias blue eyes went darker before the room started to fade slowly in mid sentence. The crystalized cave illuminated gently before glowing as it sensed the life force leaving Cheias body. Carefully, the Dark Lord of Rebirth laid Cheias body onto the ground and stood up rather somberly. There seemed to be no words, only his eyes staring down upon the body but then turning towards another cavern like tunnel and walked towards it.
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The white light would vanish from her view fully as she was now reawakened back into the crystalline cavern she had entered. The coffin was still upright, the eyes now closed yet the crystal in her hands giving a somber like glow of white. Nearby towards the wall, it gave a similar glow as parts of the wall gently crumbled...as if to lead the way. If she chose to follow it, she would be given a much wider variety of bright crystals, bouncing off as this must been where it all started. The crystals here were large, so large that even taking one would not harm much in terms of having a crystal of her own. Nearby though...was a vein of white crystals.
At some point, someone tried to help guide them but it had ultimately failed. A plague was on the wall, in Basic but the crystals had grown around it, illuminating it in colors of Pink, White and strangely an illuminating crimson color that seemed unlike any other seen in the cave.
"Justice, Not Peace."
There was enough of it all around to take a few but not to many...though a different colored crystal from afar could also call her, if she is attuned enough with the Force. Whatever the quote means, it appears to not have an answer in this cavern.
Taresa Kae