The Winter Long [Knights Obsidian + invite]

[Scherezade deWinter]

Tags: [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"] [member="Asher Mossa"] [member="A'Runda"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Rhaellor"]
Location:
Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets

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So one of her vampires had lost the ability to regenerate. Madalena nodded, chewing on her lip for a moment. That meant [member="Kurenai Yumi"] would have to hold slightly back. It was one thing to heal fast; it was another to heal at a human speed, or slower. Perhaps they should've brought some healers with them, but then, same Force Powers would not be working either, so how did you know who to bring and how many of them?

More people gathered, and Madalena wanted to gather them all and begin walking in where she hoped @Nine Live 's direction was. Yet without her ability to smell the woman, she was as good as lost to her; and where were the others? She was certain that that there had been more people signing up before they made their way here, but now they were so few…

Sighing, the Pathfinder collected herself. It would be no use to linger here and fret. They were all combatants, they were all trained for harsh situations, they could all do better than chew on their nails in panic.

"We move," she said, signaling with her arm to anyone who was in eyesight. There was simply no other choice.

The Archivists had not said how big the dimension was. Were they somewhere that resembles a city in size? A planet? Was this perhaps an entire galaxy all on its own? There were no answers she had, and it seemed no one else would either.

All those that would follow her, as well as the Pathfinder herself, set to a direction. Madalena couldn't tell if it was north, south, east, west, something else. Did such wind directions even exist in this dimension? All she knew was that the direction she was taking them in felt right, but how much could she trust her gut instincts when she was severed from the very thing that made her herself?

Had they walked a mile now? Two miles? Another thing not to be sure about. There were many tales of how time stretched differently in stories, but there were some cautionary tales that spoke of how distance stretched differently as well. Madalena kicked a rock. It was frustrating, having as much as knowledge of her surroundings as a child would.

It felt like a few miles had passed.

"What's that?" Madalena asked as she pointed forward. If it hadn't been for the snow, she would never have noticed it, but now that she had, she wasn't sure what it was. "Is that…"

Breaking forward in a run, her eyes began to translate what she saw in various ways. It was art. It was a ghost. It was a spirit. But it was neither of these things.

She could hear [member="Nine Lives"], who had caught up to them in… A ship? And from not too far away, flames flared. That had to be one of them, right?

And still, Madalena could not tear her eyes away. Because after she saw the first one,

She saw hundreds of them in the area.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Winter White
Gear: Armor l Lightsaber Yari l Pistol
Post: 4
Peps: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Nine Lives"]

Her gaze turned around to face Ni Ne when she circled around, quite the froward thinking person if she had to admit, though a little more reckless then she would have liked. North fortress guards, sounds like they were in for a fight, but reveal the location of the missing children, only giving a possible location. It was their best shot, Kurenai giving a light shrug as Madalina ordered the group to move out, their troops trudging through the almost endless snow fields, pushing past leafless trees and rock formations.

It made her think back to the many past battles in the snow, when ever an engagement happened either both parties would be caught out in the open, one would ambush the other, or in the most annoying cases both sides would have no idea were the other was. Such a situation devolving into a hectic shoot out in all directions, hopefully that would not happen here, unlike other times this was a one way no reinforcement mission.

Her day dreaming came to a sudden stop as their de facto leader broke the silence, Kurenai turning her eye towards the strange sculpture like being standing out in the open. "That can't be, no, but, here". Words were not able to describe the strange thing in front of the group, the only conclusion that she could form in her head is that such a 'state' was unique to this world. Question was what cause it? and could it be cured?

This didn't bode well for the kidnapped children or the extraction team, what if they knew of the CIS presence and this was a warning? also if such a state was made by a weapon, what were the chances it could be used against them. "Commander, permission to lead small team north to where Ni Ne indicated and make recon for the rest of the group, I would like to have eyes on before we rush in, I've got a bad feeling about this place.... and I rarely get bad feelings".

 

[Darth Ferus]

"It would be wise to send a scouting group, preferably those who can actually hide themselves in case this is indeed a warning." The near nine foot Zabrak had remained silent for most of this travel, but now that it was time for action he might as well make himself useful. He didn't have the fancy tech that the others did, instead standing bare chested in the freezing cold of this planet with little care.

"They're not going to go anywhere, so it'd be best to continue on and eliminate the threat while we can."

[member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[H3xle]

Tags: [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"] [member="Asher Mossa"] [member="A'Runda"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="krest"]
Location: Garden of Ice Statues

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A new scent on the chill wind brought Zavrek out of his fugue, awakening him to the scene that he had thought would be his last.

Before and around him were a vast garden, though no flowers grew here. No, this garden was one of statuary, ice sculptures that were so lifelike they almost seemed to move out of the corner of your eye. Zavrek had come upon the field and sniffed around. He hadn't been sure how he had gotten to this land of ethereal winter, and had taken great pains to find a way out.

Whether he had touched a statue or a patch of living ice or what, all he knew was a burst of intense, painful cold ran through him, and his feet were caught to the ground. He tried to claw the ice away, but it grew quickly to encompass the lower seven inches of his legs. His clawing did nothing but put mere scratches into the ice. The cold started in on him more and more as the ice grew up his legs, and his eyelids had grown heavier. He knew he was going to succumb to hypothermia sooner rather than later.


The next thing he knew, the scent of people wafted across frost chapped nostrils and his eyes flew open. He attempted to stand straight and found his legs encased to the waist in rime warped ice, his legs bent in a crouch. His head was below the level of the icy statues around him, he could not see those who were entering the area, only smell and almost hear them.

He tried to speak, then found his voice hoarse, barely able to get above a whisper. He cleared his throat in a growl, then tried again.

"Who comes?" His hoarse voice would be audible only in regard to the utter silence that the statuary around him sat within.

 

[Riggs]

"All these luscious ladies and me without my knickers."

His hand held the tail of his robe down, a cold wind threatening to expose his nether regions that had suffered to the extreme cold. Though the similarities to cold and old age made the old man cackle slightly.

Keeping the robe down to retain his modesty he trundled after the ladies who lead the way to the garden of ice sculptures. Standing next to one he leaned over, giving his already hunched frame a decided hunchback look, as he admired the detail work involved. Over come by a sudden urge his tongue flashed out to touch the ice.

With a comedic turn of events his tongue was flash froze to the ice, his attempt at pulling free causing his tongue to stretch to the point where his false teeth fell from his mouth. Catching the dentures the wind flapped his tattered robes above knobby knees.

Trying to mumble out a cry for help he felt a flash of freezing cold pain as his tongue began to crystalize. Turning imploring eyes to the others the runny orbs turned a metallic blue as the ice crept over his head and down his body, creating a new sculpture for the garden.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Tags: [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"] [member="Asher Mossa"] [member="A'Runda"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Rhaellor"] [member="Krest"] [member="Savrek Monn"] [member="Peen-Too"]
Location:
Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets

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Children. There were children everywhere she looked, made of ice, frozen, statues. Part of her wanted to say that these were all they were – statues, made by an artist, or a machine, or anything like that, but she couldn't. No. Somewhere inside of her, Madalena knew that these were the missing children. Some, if not all, and they were turned to ice in this hellish dimension. The part of her that loved children wanted to scream and try to wrap her arms around one of them, protect them, but she knew there would be no use of it.

Thankfully, her Warrior mind kicked in instead.

"Why would they do that?" she asked, eyes narrowing. "Why does anyone gain by turning children into ice statues? You can just kill them, or brainwash them, or… Anything, really. They're not just frozen, they're turned to ice!"

Turning around, the Pathfinder realized that [member="Kurenai Yumi"] had asked something. Permission to head north? Madalena looked at the others who had remained with the group. There weren't that many of them left now, and she had no inclination as to where the others had vanished to. She could only hope to the Force that it was to somewhere warmer and safer. "Sure," she replied to the energy vampire. Another person less, they could do with. Especially if that person was going to scout and hopefully get them better information. Though it was weird that Kurenai had an inclination of where "north" was. Madalena wished she do the same there.

Turning to look at [member="Krest"] when he spoke, Madalena nodded. It seemed they were of the same general opinion regarding the matter. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something else, yetas the fumes escaped her, she heard it.

Someone had asked who comes. Someone?

Madlena turned around yet again, green glowing eyes searching frantically through the area to see who might have spoken. Yet that voice ([member="Savrek Monn"]) had not belonged to one of the people in her group, though the second one came from [member="Peen-Too"], who… Was freezing.

"Why are you under-dressed?!" she demanded as she looked at him. How was she supposed to deal with that in the field? "Does anyone have extra clothes in their bags? Blankets? Something?" she asked, looking at the others.

But that voice that had asked who went there. Her attention returned to it. "Find a way to warm him up by the time I'm back. Do not venture away," she ordered [member="Krest"], and then dived deeper in between the statues, looking for whoever it was that had called out.

 

[H3xle]

Tags: [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"] [member="Asher Mossa"] [member="A'Runda"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="krest"]
Location: Garden of Ice Statues

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The voices drew nearer, though he was having a hard time discerning how many people there were. They were still at the edge of the garden, from what he could hear. The cold around him was biting through his fur, making it hard for him to concentrate. His ears rang in between moments of clarity, and his nose was becoming more and more frost burned.

"Who is there?" He called out again, his throat raw when he tried to speak above a whisper. A bloody throat would heal, though, if he could get free.

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

Wearing: Knight's Obsidian Ring, Obsidian-Type Strike Armour, Hidden Blades, Obsidian Executor Boots





Wielding: Blood of the Massassi, Alterra MK. 1 Fusion Rifle, two Mandalorian Heavy Pistol





Tags: [member=Ithiel Vi'Dreya]

Theme: Centuries

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The man looked down, as his companion started dusting himself off from the snow. A rather pointless goal, seeing as they were in a blizzard, and couldn't see ten metres infront of them. He marched promptly over to the White Maw, grabbing one of his sabers, and drew a line around it in the snow, marking it. He then walked back over to Ithiel, and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and held out his hand. His other saber flew out and into the opened hand, then he clipped it back on his belt. He then looked at his companion again.

"Great big bugs the size of a man, and a Queen the size of a rancor. Got teleported right inside their hive. Not. Fun. I also found that big cat over there."

He pointed to the fried corpse of the giant sabre tooth, by the White Maw, just as it folded back, and threw snow into the air. He stared at it for a few moments, then looked back, and gratefully accepted the fur, nodding thankfully.

"Thanks."

He pulled the fur over him, and it helped ease the freezing cold. He felt his bones warm slightly. He then looked back at Ithiel, and towards where he was pointing. He wiped his visor clean, and switched on thermals. Nothing. He then switched to Night Vision. Nothing. Then he switched to infrared, and a large mass appeared. Definitely the right size for their group. He then clicked the infrared off, and reached into his bag, pulling out night vision/thermal/infrared goggles, pushing them into Ithiel's hands. He pulled the hood of his cloak back over his head, the thinner fur wrapped around him under it.

"Large mass of sigs. Only appear on infrared. Right size for the group that came with us. Let's go."

The large sith joined his nephew in trudging through the snow. It was considerably harder due to the heavy boots he was wearing. He had thought they might act as snow boots to some degree. Boy was he wrong. The only heat they had was from his lightsaber, as they trudged on. Side by side. Taramaz wiped his visor again. His hood had blocked most of it, but not all. He switched back into infrared, then night vision, then thermal again. Still nothing from night vision, the blobs had gotten bigger in infrared as they got closer. But the thermal vision picked up two large heat signatures, one about about fifteen metres tall, twenty five long, and another 3 metres tall, and eight long. The bigger one was easily bigger than a rancor, but it looked more bug like. He switched off the thermals, and looked ahead.

He could see two gargantuan shapes in the distance. They looked like Acklays, but one was a bit bigger, with tusks on it's head. They had a beautiful white and grey hide, and sleek bodies. Then they turned around, as they heard the two men approach. They had been making the noise Ithiel had followed. Then, before Taramaz knew what was happening, the larger Acklay started charging at him. He pushed Ithiel out of the way, but one of the tusks of the Acklay hit him, thankfully, nothing serious. He had pushed himself back enough to not get impaled, and hit the curved side, being knocked far and high as the Acklay came to a stop.

He came crashing down, landing right in the snow. Which thankfully stopped anything breaking on the way down. He then pushed himself up slowly, as the beast charged again. He rolled right before the beast hit him, right under it. Then he looked around for it. He couldn't see it at first. Then he looked up, and backed up. The beast had stopped right above him, it's legs blended in with the snowy background. Then it started following him, stabbing at him with it's front claws, going half a metre deep into the snow where he stood mere seconds before.

Then, he stumbled back, unable to keep backing up in the snow. The beast took this chance to stab at him again. Taramaz caught the claw right in between his palms. He struggled against the beast's superior strength. He then looked over at the smaller one, which was going at Ithiel. Then he put two and two together. The one he was fighting was the mother, and the smaller one was the child. Then he snapped back to reality, as the beast's claw was pushing him back. He let go, and dodged to the side, moving back more. The beast kept stabbing at him.

It was then he got the idea, he stood, and unravelled a length of his grapple line. The beast came close, and slapped it's claws into the ground behind him, trapping him. It lowered itself, and roared at him, then snapped at him. Then Taramaz moved back enough, and wrapped the line around the beast's tusks. He then detached the part holding the grapple, letting it swing loosely. He backed up again, and the beast stabbed down at him. He grabbed the claw, and changed it's course, making it hit the ground next to him, and go about a metre deep. He hugged the leg, and started climbing up onto the beast's back. He grabbed the grapple, and clipped it back onto his wrist. He grabbed the hook of the line like reins, and held the start of the line with his other. He put his hands on the beast's neck, calming it somehow.

He took the fur off of his torso, pulling it out from his cloak, and laid it down, tying it on with leather straps from his bag. It made it slightly comfier. He then looked at Ithiel, and yelled out.

"GRAPPLING HOOK IT! THEN GET ON, AND TRY TO CALM IT!"

He looked over at them, the beasts' head turning with his. It reminded him partly of his pet Ouroboros Krayt Dragon slightly. He rubbed the giant Frost Acklay, and crossed his legs, his hands placed on the beast. He used it's knowledge of the terrain to create a sort of map. He then focused himself, and started feeling around for the presences of those he felt before they travelled to this new universe. He found them after a few minutes, and stopped, getting in a comfy riding position again, and petted his new friend, as it started marching onward, towards the others.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Winter White
Gear: Armor l Lightsaber Yari l Pistol
Post: 4
Peps: [member="Savrek Monn"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] @Peen-Too [member="Krest"]

​Was she angry, yes, if she got her hands on the people responsible for this act she would personally ensue a one way trip to her grandmother's torture chamber to live out the rest of their lives in pain, but getting emotional right here right now was not worth it. Each second they spent lamenting over the death of these young the more times they wasted on recusing any survivors, if there were any to get at this point, and if not, then their new mission would be to eradicate every living being on this side for the gate to ensue they would not return.

"Krest, would you be willing to accompany me on our scout? if not no problem, this should not take long anyways". Perhaps she would be able to meet up with Ne Ni before the women went on even more of a mindless rampage. Leaving the group behind Kurenai quickly and silently made her way through the dead like forest, continuing in the direction of the mountain fortress, eyes open for any enemy or more of those frozen children. She could only dread to think what device did such a thing, turning their bodies into ice, so crystal clear, were they dead? Did it happen to them while they were still alive? So many questions needed to be answered, yet another goal to making these people pay.

Time once more seemed to be inconceivable, her little trek seeming to take forever, but at the same time seeming to be instant, soon the massive fortress Ni Ne talked about came into view, it's structure seeming to meld into the mountainside. It was arctic but impressive, there did not seem to be any major defenses on the outside, well no modern one, the side of the fortress seeming to be covered in arrow slits and other defenses, other then that she didn't see or sense anything pertaining to an ambush, it was safe to assume they had nothing planned on the outside, the inside, now that was another story but she dare not venture further without the rest of the team... well the ones that were left.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Tags: [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"] [member="Asher Mossa"] [member="A'Runda"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Rhaellor"] [member="Krest"] [member="Savrek Monn"] [member="Peen-Too"]
Location:
Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets

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She had dived between the statues, trying to find the source of the voice. If only she had her Blood Hound abilities with her in this realm, she would've easily been able to track him down. In this freezing cold though, it was much more challenging.

Thankfully, the owner of the voice asked another question. This time Madalena felt she was hot on the trail, moving between the icy statues of children, spinning this way and that, until at last she came across him.

"You're not a child!" were the first words that came from her mouth as she took another step towards him, "what are you? Are you of this place?"

 

[H3xle]

Tags: [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"] [member="Asher Mossa"] [member="A'Runda"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="krest"]
Location: Garden of Ice Statues

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Savreks frozen nostrils picked up a stray scent coming closer, and his ears heard soft steps on the hoary, ice crusted snow. From around a closely set series of statues a young woman came.

"You're not a child!" were the first words that came from her mouth as she took another step towards him, "what are you? Are you of this place?"

Despite himself, Savrek snorted in amusement at being called not a child.

"I am Savrek Monn, a Shistavanen hunter." His chest unconsciously puffed at calling himself a hunter. In his culture it was a place of pride, and despite his willful separation from his people, he still clung to their ways of honor. "I am not of this hellish winterland. I have been trapped here for several weeks, and trapped in this hellish garden for two nights."

He took a breath, trying to stand straight once more, and was unable to break the ice around his haunches.

"If you could assist me, I would be greatly appreciative." He finished, not liking needing to ask for help, but even more not wanting to die as a frozen statue.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Tags: [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"] [member="Asher Mossa"] [member="A'Runda"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Rhaellor"] [member="Krest"] [member="Savrek Monn"] [member="Peen-Too"]
Location:
Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets

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Madalena looked at the creature before her; a wolf. Something inside her chuckled. Of course it had to be a wolf. Where had that thought come from? Why was it inside her in the first place? "Savrek Monn," she repeated his name with a nod, taking another few steps forward. She was now right in front of him, shivering in the cold, wondering if it would be all right to reach forth with her hands to touch his fur.

He'd been trapped here for a few weeks, the last two nights of which were in the garden? Madalena blinked, looking him over. Did it mean that being in the garden could turn them to ice? And were those who were statues, were they dead, or did some semblance of them being alive still exits underneath the frost?

"I'm Madalena Antares. A Pathfinder," she introduced herself with a little smile as she began to walk around him, trying to find anything that would give her the smallest of hints as to how to get him out of his current predicament. "Have you seen any living children?" she asked, "or maybe the people responsible for this? How did you get here, anyway?"

Crouching next to him, her fingers dove into the snow, trying to dig a little away from his legs.

 

[Nine Lives]

Nine Lives heart broke a little more as she looked at the sight of the glass children after following the others, and felt her maternal instincts send her into a murderous rage towards her captive, which caused her to neck lift the bald cultist and silently throttle the terrified captive to the point he nearly passed out before dropping him, turning to [member="Scherezade deWinter"] while she talked to the newcomer [member="Savrek Monn"]. She had figured him to be an enemy at first, and was prepared to attack him but deWinter looked like she had it locked down so she prepared to depart. "I'll link up with Kurenai and assist her. These fiends will suffer for what they have done. As for this one..." Nine hissed deeply, necklifting her captive. "I'm going to tear him eight new ones after I squeeze whatever info he might still have from him.

"Spare me!" The cultist begged, coughing on the cold, snowy ground.

"No." The thought vampire retorted petulantly, kicking him in the stomach. She dragged him across the path where she felt Kurenai going, making him sing about the fortress and its type of arms, personnel, and defenses. And he did tell her everything if only to hold off his brutal fate a little longer. In the meantime, [member="Kurenai Yumi"] who referred to her as Ni-Ne, gave her a strange pause at hearing her human name once more.

Nine these days drew a pretty solid contrast between her and Ni-Ne. Ni-Ne had been a Jedi Consular who had never truly grown into the role despite her best efforts. Nine was someone, who, if anything, was too good at being the mother of her children, who she loved to pieces. She had grown into the role of Mother all too much. She missed being Ni-Ne Li-Ves. But she had children to care for. To love. And to be loved by.

Every single one of these cultists would be punished for this atrocity. That was something either she or Ni-Ne would have done, Jedi Code be damned. So in that spirit of the matter at least, she was united with Ni-Ne. Other than that...Nine was not fully certain anymore. She preferred to think of Ni-Ne as dead most times. It made it easier to stomach doing the unsavory things a thought vampire sometimes had to do to survive.

She finally caught up with Yumi and whoever else had accompanied her, still dragging the terrified prisoner, who was a blubbering, broken wreck. She had broken his fingers.

"Kurenai. This wretch claims at the very least we have up to one hundred and fifty waiting for us on the inside...heavy machine guns, sonics...nasty stuff. But what children are still left may be here. So...how are we doing this? Also, I kinda promised this cultist I'd rip him eight new ones, so if you got anything you wanna ask before we get to killing, now would be a pretty good time..."

"Spare me!" The cultist begged again.

"Your soul will be fed to devils!" Nine snarled, punching him in the stomach. She turned back to Kurenai. "Should we go in quiet or loud? Either one works for me."

[member="Fawn Alzi"]

[member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"]

[member="Asher Mossa"]

[member="Darth Tacitus"]

@A'Runda

[member="Taramaz Laurs"]

[member="Kasca Fen"]

[member="Krest"]

[member="Peen-Too"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Winter White
Gear: Armor l Lightsaber Yari l Pistol
Post: 4
Peps: [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Savrek Monn"][member="Krest"]

Ni Ne wasn't exactly the most subtle person in the galaxy, even if she wasn't literately dragging the kicking and yelling cultist with her the women's lack of remaining quite and out of sight gave her away. To each their own, good thing she had already scouted ahead, any trap layed out for the group would most Lilly have been triggered by the women. Briefly turning around she took in what the other vampire said about the fortress, placing a hand to chin while deliberating how to go about their operation considering the new information.

"150, a few platoons, not unbeatable, the heavy machine guns will be a problem, and sonic weapons, that is tricky, not sure we have much defense against such weapons, best to report back to the main group and think up a plan, though our numbers have suffered". "I can only hope those that did not meet up with Madalina made their way back and did not suffer the same fate as those children turned to ice.... I have no questions for him, do what you please". She gave a slightly dismissive wave to her comrade, not caring in the slightest how she took care of the cultist, there were plenty inside to get information out once the assault started, right now they were just dead weight.

"I suggest we make a silent approach, no telling if the children are locked away and out of touch or guarded with a knife to their throats, I would not put it past them to use the children as hostages to hold off our assult, and as much as I like front on assaults those heavy defense on the inside will be problematic".

 

[H3xle]

Tags: [member="Fawn Alzi"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Nine Lives"] [member="Ithiel Vi'Dreya"] [member="Asher Mossa"] [member="A'Runda"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Kasca Fen"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="krest"]
Location: Garden of Ice Statues

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In the wider galaxy, there was almost nothing as assured as people wanting to touch the fur of the more beastial humanoids. Savrek had gotten used to it, and bowed his head a little when he saw the familiar look and slight hand motion cross Madalena's features. If she did partake to touch his fur, she would notice a slightly bristly outer coat, with a softer, almost downy inner coat closer to his skin.

"I'm Madalena Antares. A Pathfinder," she introduced herself with a little smile as she began to walk around him, trying to find anything that would give her the smallest of hints as to how to get him out of his current predicament. "Have you seen any living children?" she asked, "or maybe the people responsible for this? How did you get here, anyway?"

"Madalena Antares." He spoke softly, saying the name with a slight nod of his head. "I have seen little alive in this land, though scent trails brought me to this point. They were faint, and I paused here to rest out of the wind behind what I had thought were statues..." His voice held self recrimination. "When I opened my eyes again, I was beginning to transform as the children are. It is a slow process, though I am not sure what starts it."

He paused for a moment, looking up at Nine Lives as she brought a curious creature with her and spoke with Madalena.

"I was hunting a fugitive and followed him into a system of caves. I was cut by a stalactite, and when I emerged from the cave to continue the hunt I was in this...place." He shifted his shoulders slightly, glancing at his right shoulder. "The cut has not healed as quickly as normal, though I have been able to keep it free from infection thus far."

He paused for a moment, then looked back to Madalena. "I know not what brought me here, nor what keeps me frozen, Pathfinder. If you can aid me, then I will do all I can to aid you in return." A pause again, and something akin to shame lights his eyes for a moment. "I do not wish to become a statue as those around us have become."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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She hadn't wanted to touch the fur for the sake of touching fur; Madalena did not have those kind of fetishes. However, as her hand went through it, she noted that the fur itself was still warm. The wolf, while in the process of freezing, was still very much alive, in more ways than merely being able to communicate via speech indicated.

She nodded as he explained how long he'd been there, how he had thought the children were initially statues. She wasn't going to hold it against him – had her arrival here not be due to a mission, Madalena would have assumed the same herself.

"So you arrived by the Path of Blood," she nodded, still looking him over, poking fingers where ice turned to flesh. Did it turn to flesh? She wasn't sure if it was covering it or becoming it. "As far as we know, there are three ways to get here; blood, tears, fire. If I can get you out of this icy predicament, I can get you back to… Well, to the dimension we're all from. I don't even know if we're from the same place at all."

She offered him an empathic smile as he said he did not wish to become like the children. She understood.

"I'm going to try to write a spell," she found herself saying without giving it thought first. She had no Force Powers that would allow her to melt ice, and nothing in her arsenal that she could think of. If she had access to her Blood Hound abilities, it would have been easier. Without it… She was going to improvise.

Grabbing a knife off her thigh, Madalena crouched to the ground and began to scribble letters into the snow as she considered. Spell writing wasn't her strongest suite; but perhaps, because she was in such dire need of it now, it might work.

It was a long and strenuous exercise for her mind, and she remained silent for at least fifteen minutes as she continued to put various words together. By the end of it, she stood up straight, dusting her hands on her side.

"I'm going to try it now. If you believe in any gods, now would be a good time to pray for them," Madalena said.

Taking a step back, she waved her hands around for no other reason than that is simply helped her focus.

"Mother nature hear my call," the spell came. She could feel the Force rising around her, listening to her, heeding her demands, "Take this ice before it takes away the beast, return the legs to what they were. Melt the cold and make way for the warmth. Release this person from his cage. Release him, now!"

 

[H3xle]

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Location: Garden of Ice Statues

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Savrek's skin twitched slightly when her hand reached into his fur, he made sure to remain still, though every instinct made him want to retreat from the touch. A hunter rarely let anyone this close, and never without good reason. He figured staying alive was reason enough. He looked up at her as she removed her hand and he nodded again.

He listened as she spoke of a path of blood, and then that to get here and back there were three paths. To say that he was glad someone knew how to return from this hoarfrosted hellhole would be an understatement. He was raised to be a pragmatist, and when he got stuck in the field of ice statues becoming one of the same, he had given up hope of returning, simply waited to die. The fires of hope burn long, though, and her words stoked them higher.

"As long as wherever we go there is a place to get warm, it will be a welcome place." That got him wondering if he truly did come from the same place as them or not. He didn't really know how to confirm that, he was relatively familiar with what was going on in the galaxy where he had been, but it was a wide galaxy and he had barely been anywhere in it compared to the wide variety of the systems he could visit.




Savrek quieted down as she told him she would try a spell, then drew her knife. Shamans of the wilder clans back home, and the Jedi he had encountered could use the force to conjure various effects. He had some ability to manipulate the force, but had only used it to augment his hunting abilities. He watched the symbols carved into the ice and snow with something akin to wonder. He then looked at her, expectantly waiting for her to work the spell.

"Mother nature hear my call," the spell came. She could feel the Force rising around her, listening to her, heeding her demands, "Take this ice before it takes away the beast, return the legs to what they were. Melt the cold and make way for the warmth. Release this person from his cage. Release him, now!"

He could feel the force rise around him, and he cleared his mind and worked to calm his heart. He didn't know if anything he did could help the spell to work, so he tried to make sure his body and mind were as open to the force as possible. The feeling of the force swirling around him and through him felt familiar, like it had felt when his father had taken him on a trip around the highlands of their home, and the shamans of the wilder clans had welcomed them. They had invoked similar spirits of nature as Madalena's Mother Nature.

Slowly, feeling returned to his limbs encased in ice. He flexed fingers and toes, and found the stinging pain of newly not numb limbs to be refreshing to the numbness that had been crawling up his body. He closed his eyes as he kept himself open to the Force, believing with all of his being that this would work.

Slowly, he tensed his limbs. Beneath his fur, muscle slid into flexed positions. Then, he began to exert his muscles against his icy prison. He pushed up with his legs, and pulled up with his arms, back, and core.

His lips curled back into a snarl as he put his maximum effort into the act of freeing himself. He could feel the glyphs carved into the snow warming the ice.

Suddenly, he was free, and he explosively burst from the ice to his full height. He felt exultant to be free, and his chest heaved for a moment with the effort he had exerted.

He then looked down at Madalena, and offered her his hand.

"Madalena Antares, I owe you my life. I do not believe I can properly thank you, but you have only to ask and I will endeavor to repay this moment."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets

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Madalena nodded. "If our equipment does what it's meant to do, we'll come out of here onto a planet called Geonosis. It's as hot as you want it, with the native species resembles big bugs. Definitely hotter than this," she grinned.

As her spell began to take its effect, Madalena watched Savrek with big curious eyes. The glow of her gaze intensified as it began to work, seeing the ice slowly begin to change, become weaker, but more importantly – it began to release its hold on the big wolf's body. The corners of her mouth curled into a huge smile as she comprehended that the spell was working, the muscles rippling beneath Savrek's fur, coming back to life.

Even at his full height, he was not drastically tall from Madalena, but he most definitely took up more space. It took every inch of her willpower not to start jumping for joy that her little plan had worked. And if it worked for him… Maybe it could work for the rest of the children who were stuck there? That was certainly a thought.

As he offered his life, she nodded.

"I'm here with a group set out to save the children and find out who dun it," she answered, "if you just help me save the children, you may consider the debt repaid."

Rummaging through her pockets for a moment, Madalena quickly tossed him the device that had made her cry all those hours ago, "the freedom to return is yours even if you would rather not do it. Click the button, let a tear drop, and take a single step, and you will be on Geonosis again, and if I make it out of here with the children and alive I will collect the boon at another time. You are always free to choose where you go."

 

[H3xle]

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Location: Garden of Ice Statues

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Savrek grinned slightly as he saw the excitement within Madalena's eyes at the spell working. As she outlined what she felt would square up what he owed her, he nodded, and then caught the device she had tossed to him. Without a second thought, he placed the device in a pocket on his belt, then looked to the children that surrounded them.

"I would not have been worth saving if I could turn my back on the plight of your children," he began, taking in the garden with new eyes now that he was free. "I will do what I can to aid you in this."

He turned his head back to Madalena, took a sniff of the air, before speaking again.

"Can you teach me the working you did to free me?" He asked finally, "if I can replicate it I may be able to speed your progress."

He looked over the children, towards the group Madalena had come with.

"Aside from the creature your agent is...interrogating, have you found out anything about who has done this?" He asked, touching on the subject he knew he would be far more suited for. Hunting was his life, practically.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Location:
Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets

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Madalena grinned as Savrek said he would help with the children. It was a hard mission, one they had little to aid them with. Essentially, they were all playing by ear at that point. Would something work? Would it not? Past experience did not really help to figure this one out.

Watching the wolf man carefully, Madalena wondered what it was his senses were picking up. She was about to ask him, when he asked if she could… Teach him? Someone was interrogating… Someone found an agent?! Why was she not updated? Ugh, this mission was such a mess. Madalena hated these kind of messes. There was going to be a lot of cleaning up to do pretty soon.

First things first.

"Unless you have Witch training, I'm afraid there's not much I can with helping you replicate the spell," she admitted, "I've never thought anyone how to do it. Don't know if I even can. To teach a spell to someone who is already practiced is… Different. Easier."

She offered him an apologetic look. "We can try to once we're out of here. I know it won't help with this, but it might help in other cases."

Looking then to the direction he had been sniffing at, Madalena felt a pang of jealousy. Cut from her Blood Hound abilities in this realm, her nose was of small use to her now.

"We know it was done by a cult called the Aeshma, who seem to have a boner of hatred for the Confederacy. But this… They worked at a much bigger scope. There have been thousands of children that have gone missing, from all around the galaxy. It took us a long time to figure out all the disappearances were even connected."

Sighing, Madalena shook her head and walked over to a child ice statue. Removing her glove, she carefully placed a hand against it. "I don't even think many of them can be brought back…"