Will to Power (Sith)

[Lord Ghoul]

Cold, blue eyes watched the proceedings with a hostile detachment. Sith squabbled as they always did. Others would mock them for it, call them a fragile cult made up of fools. But they did not understand. This was a culling of the weak. This was nature's work. Those not fit to survive would be extinguished. The Sith would be all the stronger. For as much as they fought within, when confronted by an enemy without, the Sith would present a uniform front. The only thing Sith hated more than Sith were meddling non-Sith. Unless that Sith happened to be named Mikhail Shorn. In which case, all bets were off.

An alarming smile lit up Mikhail's features as he idly twirled the Soulsaber. Feelings of aggression surged from it into him, a conduit of rage and the will.... the will to power. Mikhail had never wanted power in the traditional sense: to rule from a throne. Always, he longed to be free from the constraints of society and government, free to act as he pleased. And now, he had found it. For who could command a Sith Lord? Yet he felt so empty inside. A vast hollowness that could only be filled for a moment. He just wanted to feel something, anything. Exerting his own power on others made him feel... alive.

He would stretch out his power over the Empire and shatter Tyrin's throne of glass. Who could best Mikhail Shorn, Defier of Kings?

"You've taken the Empire and turned it into a sandcastle, Tyrin." Mikhail's cold, bitingly sardonic voice cut through the air like a winter's gale. "So much for the infinite wisdom of thirty-two year olds."

Snap-hiss

The air grew cold as a dark whispering filled the room, encouraging bitter strife and filling all with an urge for violence. Derriphan, the Soulsaber, seemed to hum with glee. That red-flecked violet blade crackled, hungry for souls. Mikhail raised the saber and pointed it at @[member="Tyrin Ardik"].

"No. You're not all mine... but you will be."

The fingers of Mikhail's left hand curled inward as he reached out in the Force and grabbed Tyrin with an unyielding telekinetic hold that crushed down upon the Umbaran's neck. Mikhail raised his arm, then made a throwing motion, intending to lift Tyrin off his feet and hurl him backward toward the throne with enough speed and power to shatter bones.

 

[Marcus Faust]

"I'm afraid dying isn't on my list of things today." Marcus replied bluntly, raising a hand to signal the five saber guards to emerge from the shadows behind him. Each was clad in their traditional armor, basic sabers held in a reverse grip in each hand, igniting all at the same time in perfect harmony. Casting aside his robes Marcus stood before the Sith Lady, exposing his armored form.

Pulling a saber from his hip and assuming a Dejm So position and igniting the saber. An ice blue blade sprung to life, lightning dancing up the blade, hissing venomously. Marcus readied himself in silence, @[member="Kiara Alanna Decoix"] would not be his end.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

​The ever-observant Admiral watched joyfully as @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] bit back at the Sith Emperor. Dranok's golden eyes surveyed each and everyone present, mainly keeping his attention focused on his foes. The strongest of which were Zambrano and Ardik, the latter of the pair being the lesser when it came to close combat. Although Dranok had never witnessed Ardik in combat before, the man did not hesitate to cock a glance to Shorn and fuel his strength into him, pushing a Battle Meditation-style boost into him. The boost wouldn't do a ton, but it sure would help a lot considering Dranok had been training with the advanced power as of late, easily figuring out the concepts of the mind and soul in battle.

As his Force flowed into Mikhail to give him and extra edge, he stepped further back into the shadows of the room, focusing on keeping his power flow constant. This wasn't the entire plan, judging from his gaze locked on to @[member="Kaine Zambrano"].
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[Caulder Dune]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

There it was- that smile of Shorn's. That was when Tyrin knew he was in for a bad day. There was that saber he had heard about, Soulsucker or something equally cheesy. A relic that would look much better in hands without such aimless malice. He could feel the Dark Side emenating from the artifact, as would anyone else in the room. Jedi or other Light siders might have felt queasy at the thing's very mention, but Tyrin had the stomach for this kind of thing. He thought he did, anyway.

Shorn ignited his vile blade. Nice color, Tyrin felt himself admit. But he knew the man wasn't going to charge in with his lightsaber. That wasn't his modus operandi. He leveled it towards Tyrin. A garrishly cliche gesture, if you would have asked him. What was he going to do, stab him from this distance? Silly. Wasting his time doing something like that, it made his next move even easier to predict.

He felt an invisible fist close around his neck.

Yep. There it is.

Perhaps Tyrin could have come up with some insane way to defend himself from or even mitigate Shorn's attack, but why bother? He felt himself lift up into the air and fly at breakneck speeds for the throne he had been reclining on moments before. Tyrin was no specialist, except for in things such as Force Cloak and Mind Trick. It was all he could do to exercise the Force to what extent he could to slow his flight and coushin his impact against the throne.

Oh, but it still hurt like the dickens.

Tyrin collapsed to the floor just before the throne, but the most that escaped his lips was a pained grunt. Here was the Emperor, thrown onto his fancy chair like a broken rag doll. Shorn would not get away with that one. Tyrin regained his footing, uncharacteristically silent, lightsaber still unignited in his hand. It snapped to life, but that was the last thing anyone would see before the Umbaran vanished from sight- lightsaber, force signature, and all.

 

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

Kiara stared down @[member="Marcus Faust"] and his little display of power. She could have noted that she in fact was not alone but what would be an even greater defeat than to win with disadvantages and on home field. She smiled igniting her saber into a mixture of Ataru and Soresu, as her dark presence began to expand. His numbers meant nothing, it was like assembling a team large enough for the game but rookies for she would not let this Sith upstart best her.

"So your still in the mood to talk I see." As she said this she remained perfectly still allowing her force sight to take over. She needed to be aware of the guards and Faust at all times,so she began to use the pause before the battle to attempt to get herself familiarized with their presences within the force. She saw herself akin to a vortex ready to devour any that would step into her way and that stood against what she wanted. Her own aura condensing as she switched to the Force Affinity form, before feeling the chilling embrace of the dark side wrap it's ethereal arms around her in a sweet embrace.

"No really; don't mind me I'll be here for a while. . . Just let me know when your ready to be maimed okay?" She said as she shrugged before taking notice to the beginning of the fight beneath Sir Snarksalot and Private Liar over to her left.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Nothing could quite compare to manhandling an enemy. Feeling utter power at the victim's powerlessness. Of course, that didn't help much when your opponent simply disappeared from view. Blink. Gone. Mikhail overcame the briefest moment of surprise. Not so long ago he had faced a similar trick from Zaiden. And just like Zaiden, @[member="Tyrin Ardik"] would find that hiding would avail him little.

A tidal wave of strength roared into Shorn as @[member="Dranok Lussk"] poured Force energy into him via Battle Meditation. Combined with the Battlemind ability present in the Soulsaber, Mikhail felt... invincible. He took in a deep breath, feeling the pure power coursing through his body. Power. Unlimited power! The Deceiver within him laughed madly, reveling in the might he wielded. Almost more than his mortal frame could contain. He felt godlike. The utter surge in power made him feel as if he could do anything. Destroy anyone.

Ice blue eyes fastened on where Tyrin had previously stood. Tyrin could hide however much he wanted. Mikhail expected as much from the man who preferred using cat's paws. The Umbaran Emperor would not fight face to face unless he was assured of victory. Arrogant, but prudent. Even so, the Force Cloak, as wily a maneuver as it was, would not prevent Mikhail from ending this fight. Shorn specialized in area of effect attacks like throwing things with telekinesis, or sprays of lightning.

"I will break you."

Mikhail stretched out his hand toward the area where Tyrin previously stood and unleashed the welled up power within him. A tide of aphotic energy stretched down his arm before leaping out as a the preeminent power of the Dark Side, the physical manifestation of the Sith: Force Lightning. Crackling tendrils of blue surged through the air, spreading out to cover the entire area in front of Mikhail. The power cascaded from Shorn's fingers and he reveled at the feeling of satisfaction it gave him to wield such nigh incomprehensible might.

The intensity of the lightning would not kill instantly, but it would be extremely painful. Enough to reveal where Tyrin stood. And then... then the fun would truly begin.

 

[Marcus Faust]

"Oh honey, don't flatter yourself." He replied snakily, surging forward and raising his saber above his head and bringing it down at @[member="Kiara Alanna Decoix"]'s head, but the strike was false. Shifting the blade and sinking his hips to sink himself lower, the true strike went for her gut. Leading off with a 'fallen avalanche' attack with the intent of it actually hitting was a fools errand. It was very easy however, to fool someone into thinking you were a fool.

His attack was laced with hate and anger, fueled by a deep seated rage. These fools knew nothing of suffering, of betrayal, nothing like what he'd been through. They were all acting like whining children in his opinion, but that mattered little at this moment, he was going to kill this foolish women and take pleasure in it as well. IT was time for Darth Vindica to arise and Marcus Faust to fade into memory, and her blood would make it so.

 

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

Kiara would have probably fallen for his deception had see not been plotting some of her own. She did not like being caught of guard and by jettisoning himself towards her he hoped to do so. Which was while she reached out with her telekinetic influence pressing down on his saber, which allowed her enough to see the feint and leap several steps back. She smiled before beckoning him to try again, she might actually have a little fun with this man. She remained still wanting to see how he would react to failing to disembowel her, she had to admit though she needed to be on her toes if she was going to keep her life.

Kiara stood and said "Try again? Maybe next time we'll be able to actually clash" With that her twin green lightsabers snap-hissed on and she began to walk towards @[member="Marcus Faust"] .

 

[Marcus Faust]

Marcus chuckled darkly, motioning for the guard to begin the onslaught. And instant later, five trained warriors leapt towards her a total of ten ignited crimson sabers swung at @[member="Kiara Alanna Decoix"] from every angle the could, in rapid succession. Faust on the other hand stood back and watched laughing sadistically as he prepared to have this Sith Lady mauled to death by his personal weapons of destruction. It was glorious, violent, rage filled combat it intoxicated the now almost completely monstrous form that had once been Marcus.

 

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

As the men approached Kiara scoffed for a second, no matter how trained they were each man had their own capabilities. By that very statement one would surely be faster than the other so as the first struck a overhead swing. Kiara blocked with her saber shifting her weight as she moved to step past him allowing the force to empower her muscles so she would skip past the man as he would stumble onto another's saber. This would cause the men to either stop their strikes if they cared about cleaving through one of their own or cleave through him either way giving her time to escape the circle. As she did she sent her second hilt which rest behind her flying into the man who's blade was stumbled upon.

Two down. . . She thought to herself as she ended her dash into a leap gaining needed space. Calling her other light saber back into her hand, and activating it with a flurry of spins. "You'd be better off keeping this beneath us professionals." She said casually to @[member="Marcus Faust"]. As she stepped forward finally committing herself to this battle her instinctive force shield began to rise and condense around her skin. As she the dark side began to literally flow from her as it filled her up as well, dark whispers began to travel through her head. Kiara! Kiara! The dark side needs more souls, you gotta offer it more souls!"

Kiara struggled to keep her head on straight, she couldn't afford to be foolhardy no matter how little of a threat she viewed Marcus.

 

[Darth Vazela]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Tyrin Ardik"] @[member="Dranok Lussk"]

Will to Power indeed...

The hallways of the Dromund Kaas citadel were barren, empty. Where soldiers, guards, servants, officers and Sith alike were normally found traversing the corridors, to destinations unknown to some, they were not to be found. Those non Force-sensitives who served the Sith and whom were wise enough to realize that something was about to go down had evacuated and in the form of the former, of those clever enough to realize that they had no right to be involved and it would be prudent to retreat, did so; and subsequently, all that was left were challengers and defenders to the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith.

How crude.

Darth Vazela lowered the cowl off his head to reveal his grey, spiked up hair. His degraded, chalk white features shined momentarily in the artificial lights above, only to be concealed once more in the shadows of brick work and plinth. His blackened, dark robes hung off his frame like liquid black as he navigated the hallway leading to the throne room ahead. As he walked, he passed the meeting area he had only recently been sat in, where he had met with Tyrin Ardik, Kaine Zambrano and the delegation sent from the Confederacy of Independent Systems. It seemed like a life time ago, on the eve of change.

Whatever their reasoning, Mikhail Shorn and his delegation were correct about something or another. Yes, there would be change. Unexpected change.

The Sith Lord emerged over the broken doors, his yellow predatory eyes scanning the fighting. On the threshold of the room, Vazela concentrated on the Force, for perception through the energy he was most sensitive too was more revealing, than what his physical eyes could perceive. As he scanned the area with the dark side of the Force, he felt the strongest of the Sith and his eyes darted to Mikhail Shorn. The insurrectionist returning to the scene of his crime, months after sitting in the same throne ahead upon his first challenge to for the mantle. Back then, Tyrin hadn't been on Dromund Kaas and so, Mikhail had basked in some form of... political victory, if the rumors were true. Then he had retired, like he hadn't shown his cards on that particular day.

Now it seemed the challenger had learned his lesson from the first challenge and returned during a time in which the Emperor was, indeed, upon the Sith capital. But Tyrin Ardik was not vulnerable. Despite the support he had brought to bear, Mikhail was in the presence of a Sith Lord that epitomized the definition of the term Darth; and alongside his involvement, so too was Kaine Zambrano. Tyrin Ardik had his own tricks up his sleeves too. What seemed an advantageous position for the insurrectionist before had now turned to stalemate.

And then stalemate would pass, instead for the victors of this conflict.

Darth Vazela had finished scanning the throne room and settled his eyes on Dranok Lussk. He had subjugated the man twice, one time on the sly through the use of the Suppress Thought and the other by mere presence. But those two incidents were ten and seven years ago respectively; and it had come to bear that Dranok had ascended to the position of Sith Master. "So you've grown a little," Vazela thought as he shrugged his Sith robes off him. "But not enough for me, I believe."

Drawing his Lightsaber as he walked, the cylinder object was held in between his left hand palm and fingers as he circled around the battle. His direction was the Admiral turned Sith Master. Upon his initial scans with the Force, Vazela felt that Lussk was providing Mikhail with the advantage he would need to slay the Emperor. When the Sith Lord was finished with Lussk, he would then crush Mikhail.

Soulsaber or not, raw power did not match up to the skill, knowledge or power that Vazela knew and radiated. The shadow games were over.

This was time for a war.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine didn't draw his lightsaber, he had no need to at this moment. While Dranok may of had his own minor version of battle meditation to aid the rebels in their respective fights, Kaine has his own more sinister version. A weaker version of battle meditation that could only cover a small area, say a radius that encompassed this room and then some, but instead of a increase to concentration and battle prowess to his allies, it would unleash the devastating power of Force Insanity upon the enemies. The effects of Insanity were further empowered by Kaine's Sith gauntlet, which boosted his strength in the dark side to phenomenal levels above his already considerable strength and prowess. A small part of Kaine disliked using this piece of Moridin's legacy against another Twi'lek shaped piece of his legacy, but that sentimentality was utterly obliterated by the hate and rage he was feeding off of. If these 'Sith' expected a quick and easy victory, then they would be sorely mistaken, because even if Mikhail won against Ardik, Kaine would step in and usurp the usurper.

Such a tactic might accelerate his plans negatively, but it that's the way it would have to be. If Ardik won, Kaine would obviously defend him from anyone else who would try to have a go at him. Kaine began to move in towards Dranok, very much aware of Vazela moving in from behind to catch the Admiral between a literal spit-roast of powerhouses. At the last moment Kaine unsnapped his lightsaber from his belt and activated it's crimson blade and rushed to engage the Admiral.

@[member="Dranok Lussk"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Krag called his lightsaber to his right hand, keeping it deactivated as he began his slow march towards the Twi'lek known as @Anya Fen. Krag could feel the hate and rage from those surrounding him as the combat picked up and he absorbed it into his veins, pumping adrenaline and darkside energies throughout his entire body. He had no desire to play or show-off fancy footwork, he simply aimed to kill as quickly and violently as he possibly could. The mere thought of the Twi'lek's blood gushing across his dark armor made him drool a dark pool of watery soot down his lips. He was no longer a Sith defending the Emperor, now he was simply a viscous predator that had locked onto its prey and pursuit it until its body lay limp upon the ground.

The beast halted his approach eight meters from the Twi'lek and that is when his good eye caught the site of @[member="Kiara Alanna Decoix"], preparing to enter combat with @[member="Marcus Faust"]. Krag smiled, realizing that the woman had begun focusing her attention on Faust and that it was an opportune moment for Krag to unleash an attack on her. Without moving a muscle in her direction, Krag summoned a cloud of ash from his body and created a plum of burning embers that hovered a single meter above the ground. Without warning, the scorching cloud of ash and cinders shot towards the red haired Sith. While it was not impossible to dodge or deflect, the immense heat from the cloud would surly scorch the skin to the bone if it was allowed to sit on the surface of the body for more than a few seconds. Even the slightest touch was enough to create 2nd to 3rd degree burns.

While the black plum flowed through the throne room, toward Kiara, Krag began his attack on the Twi'lek by whipping his left hand forward and summoning a stream of force flames. The fire spawned from the thin air, just a few meters from Krag's open palm, and jetted its way towards the Twi'lek. "You will die for your ignorance to true power!"

 

[Lief]

Still completely undetected by those around her the woman watched as the fighting ensued, stepping back into the shadows. It was better to wait this one out, after all there was no telling which way this would go - why get her hands bloodied for no particular reason? From the shadows she watched as Tyrin disappeared. Mind made up the woman slowly faded, now she could not be seen even if one were to look in her direction, her immersion into the Current now complete. Moments after the two Umbaran's disappeared from sight the door closest to the Throne, and Tyrin himself, began to close, as if urged by the tender touch of a small breeze. It made no sound as it shut completely, and due to the clamour made by those in the heat of the fray the sound of the locks activating likewise went unheard, all carried out seemingly of its own accord. Nobody was focusing on the room at large, nobody that mattered anyway; blood was the true attention grabber in this room.

And as such slowly but surely, from around the room, the doors began to close, at the precise moments when those close to them were preoccupied, as though touched by the caress of the billowing winds which had passed through the Citadel. Soundless locks bolted shut one by one blocking off all exits save for one. The main door, that which was furthest away from the Throne and inturn the hidden Emperor who like as not might right now be making a wayline towards it. All other port of exit, and in truth entrance, was blocked... But should anyone come to use them they would not recall ever having seen them closed - after all, how could they? Their closure had been slow and minute, timed to perfection as though an unseen hand had been pulling the strings of a puppet. Watch a ghostly murmur sounded in the ear of @[member='Valik'], hopefully causing his attention to be drawn to the only entrance/exit left.

@[member="Tyrin Ardik"] @[member="Krag"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Krag"] @[member="Kiara Alanna Decoix"]

Smirking as the Gurag Krag lashed out and struck at Kiara with force flames, Marcus decided to do something similar. Deactivating his saber and raising both hands and unleashing a torrent of Force Lightning. Though only Knight level in power, Marcus was pourin immense amounts of energy into the strike, making the electric attack still extremely deadly, he'd pay for it later though he was sure.

"Know that you will not die alone this day. Ignorant fool." He hissed venomously as the energy danced from his fingertips to Kiara's skin with will an the means to roast the fool alive. He wondered if she still thought little of him.

 

[Arage Bao]

It had seemed that most of his companions had already picked their opponents for them. This left him with only one target for now, @Samanthe Quiwl.

He was not entirely sure how he should handle this, his opponent being a Knight he would have to be careful for any nasty surprises. It would be a sad day for the Empire if Garoth Do'Urden would find his death here in this chamber, before realizing his own potential. Garoth had no illusion about the chances he had in this fight, he would not win this fight without resorting to some dirty tactics. Thankfully, he already had some experience in Dun Möch, it was in fact one of the few things he had that could be counted as an advantage.

Sadly it would only work if the victim was already weak of mind or faltering in his or.. hers resolve. And he did not know if this was the case with Lady Quiwl. But he would find out soon enough.
Stalking forward, keeping a mental eye on all the opponents surrounding him, he crept closer towards his opponent. He walked with the grace of a Tiger, waiting until his victim showed a sign of weakness. But this was just the air he gave himself, because in reality Garoth was not so sure if he would survive this day.

"My lady Quiwl, I did not expect to find you here. Surely you are lost, want me to give you directions to the nearest rehab?"


It was a long shot, but he could almost taste the scent of glitterstim on the ladies lips. He had to suppress a frown at her usage, it was hard to understand why people would willingly use things that clearly impaired their normal bodily functions.

Keeping an eye on her, he started drawing on the Dark Side to enhance his meager abilities. With his Sith Blade, he may be able to turn this battle around, maybe.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya watched as the graug moved towards here, lips curled into mocking smile. The word 'tank' could have been used to describe the beast, but size mattered not where the force was concerned. She leapt aside moving out of range of the orange tongues of flame that reached out towards her. Her lightsabers still clipped at her hips.

She could feel the support from Darnok, but habit made her draw away from it. She concealed her force aura, making it impossible for his meditation to reach her. She felt the whispers of Kaine's force insanity and merely smiled. She had fought against one of the strongest mentalist in the galaxy and was more than adept at resisting such and assault.

"True power?" she repeated with a click of her tongue. Sparks of lightening began to gather at the tips of Anaya's finger tips, growing into a ball of pure kinetic energy. "You have not seen true power."

With a flick of her wrist she sent the ball of energy towards @[member="Krag"], it grew with each meter it passed. One could not block it, the force behind it was enough to break through durasteel. If the beast was fast enough, he could dodge it, but that would leave whoever and whatever was behind him in line for the attack. She followed the ball, lightsabers leaping to her palms, the darkside coursing through her as she slipped into the dance of death. Anaya Fen, had always been fast, if Krag managed to dodge, she would be a mere meter from him, twin sabers glowing in her hands.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Dranok had to smile at the display that Zambrano was putting on. His dark side powers radiating from his very being served as a double-edged sword. Each person within the room was finely attuned to the darkness, thus allowing Dranok to feed off from it. The Insanity was another thing, though, forcing Dranok to withdraw his Battle Meditation by sending a final quick burst of energy to @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] before drawing his thoughts inwards to ward off the tendrils that probed at his consciousness. He had more important things to settle with anyways, judging from the Sith Lord zeroing in and the familiar form of Vazela closing in from the opposite direction.

The Lord Admiral chuckled heartily at Zambrano, "I see you need training wheels to fight." He taunted, gesturing towards the incoming Vazela. The Admiral shrugged off his robes and Zambrano was already beginning his assault. His sword was drawn, to which Dranok returned by raising his own. The gorgeous hilt of the saberstaff found itself in the Lord Admiral's grip as he thumbed a single button to ignite an individual crimson blade.

"Come, attack."

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

Kiara was surprised when super heated ash began to engulf her body, she watched as the fires began to burn flourishing for a second around her form. She merely nodded her hand to @[member="Krag"] as it was a good attempt if she did not have her Rancor Mark 2 armor on. In fact it left her with the robings of her armor burned off but no physical damage to her. The head was filtered through her insulation systems and actually worked for the suit to began cooling her even though she felt no real heat in the first place. Now as for @[member="Marcus Faust"] it seemed like he just had a knack for bad ideas, as he almost nonchalantly watched the strands of force energy arc towards her.
"You call yourself Sith. No your nothing but a pretender, akin a child playing around with powers that he's doesn't even know of." With that the Sith Amulet in the chest of her armor began to glow a demonic reddish and black color.

If one could see her eyes they were now corrupted with dark sided influence, as she began to walk forward toward the force lightning. She stop taking in a breath as channeled her energies first through the amulet before beginning to draw in the force through her hand. As the lightning strands kissed her hand, she began to draw in his lightning and was honestly surprised by how much strength he was able to put into it. She found herself backing up as she was not prepared for it as the lightning danced around the edges of her insulated arm and she began to seriously considering simply deflecting it out of the way when the voices came again.

I want blood & death! Are you really going to let this fool overpower you! You would think the torture you went through would have strengthened your resolve, but instead it has made you hesitate to use your power. Well I will not allow you get yourself or myself by extension killed, sit back and watch how it's done kid." Said the demonic voices in her head before she allowed it to take over. Strength surging through Kiara as she no longer held herself in control instead letting the dark side will her, as she rechanneled Marcus' energy through her Amulet as well as pouring her own energy into it. Unlike him she already had the abundance of his strength so she didn't need to rely on that much on her own energy merely adding enough to further boost in destructive power as she released it back toward him.

Dark purplish energy erupted from her fingertips arcing it's deadly embrace toward @[member="Marcus Faust"] .

 

[Caulder Dune]

@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Lightning splayed all along the stairs, breaking off chunks of finely polished stone. The throne took a beating as well, though it did not break. The throne was far, far too important to beak. Throughout the storm, there was still no sign of Tyrin. Perhaps he had somehow gotten out of the way in time and taken refuge elsewhere. Perhaps he had teleported out of the room, though that wasn't exactly likely and no one should entertain that notion past this sentence. The third, and most likely given scenario, was that Tyrin had taken cover.

Probably behind the only piece of furniture in the room. It was anyone's guess.