The Trial of Blood 156ABY

In 156ABY, and with the Eternal Sith Empire shifting its public image towards becoming a more inclusive government due to countless stirrings of civil unrest in its many systems the retired Mab Bathori now saw a rare opportunity to return and ascend to Imperial Council. Her motive was to represent those of the Empire who were not of Sith or Darkside alignment at the highest level possible. And so, supported by her lifemate who also (stubbornly) decided to run to better the chances of their success the pair ran their campaigns for election. Part of that campaign process was the Kaggath, an aincent Sith tradition of several trials including a deadly display of trial by combat infront of thousands of onlookers. Where only the strong could survive with their lives. The infamous Trial of Blood…

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The gates opened, the trial of Blood had begun. Unlike most Mab had little experience in dueling, she could count her past experiences on \*one\* 'golden' hand.

She reached for the leather straps of the harness of her prosthetic arm, and loosened them. The moment the horn was sounded she ripped the useless prosthetic off her torso "hold my arm, momma is going to kick some ass" she said as she pushed the prosthetic into the arms of the closest bystander and strode with confidence into the area following her life mate and partner in crime Terrogate, Artifex of Tollere

With her left, and only hand, she grabbed her lightsaber off her belt, and used her teeth to tighten the S'kytri leather strap around her wrist. "Are you ready, love?" She said to the large Cathar and took a deep breath in. Mab reached out to the force and summoned it to her will, raising her force defences.

Next the Iktotchi took a defensive stance.. her left foot forward, she raised her left arm and switched her lightsaber on, the minty green blade crackled loudly as she held infront of her, ready for any attack. Staying low she slowly began to move to the left, circling and observing the other opponents.

Force Defence 3

Mind shield 3

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Terrogate walked out confidently to the sound of the cheering area, the cool black of the underground gladiatorial entrance giving way to the brightsky and rumble of the open air Arena. The Cathar was no stranger to combat and was certainly not afraid of throwing down. Normally he wasn't used to so many combatants though. He can feel his lifemates confidence as she followed him through the opened gates and out onto the sands.

Terrogate who had spent several hours in a preparation meditation takes a deep calming breath, the force already flowing steadily through him in preparation for the initial surge required he pulls up his defences taking advantage of prenaos the only relaxed period of the encounter…  then removes his two lightsabers “The Twin Suns” and ignites the right one only, he smiles as the newly added wrist straps seem secured sufficiently.

“I'm ready my Stars, stay on your guard...” he says as he looks around while moving close to the arena wall and assuming a Ataru pre attack stance. Crouched, left hand holding his unignited saber resting, knuckles pressed to the ground and his right hand holding his ignited saber raised up just above his head. His body coiled… his heightened feline sense surveying the area, ready to strike.

Mind Shield 3

Force Defence 3

Force Barrier 3

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Keeping her defensive posture the one armed witch continued to move slowly along the wall of the arena. Being the one with the least experience she wasn't going to attack anyone just yet, but chose to observe what was happening around her.

Darth Joker had already engaged in combat with his former Apprentice and Reatith was battling a Tuk'ata. As Mab gazed around she noticed that the petite human Galena made a run for the towering Maelibus Shadowsun.

Holding her weapon ready she glanced at the Cathar "any preference?" she asked. The young Apprentice Magma, Knight Kira and Lord Voidwalker hadn't made a move yet.

Force Defence 3 con.

Mind Shield 3 con.

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Terrogate surveys the area from his crouched ready position… His defences still holding strong and untested as was his connection to the force.

Darth Joker in combat with his former Apprentice still, Reatith had just finished killing a Tuk'at and not far from him now appeared some intimidating looking blue beast or near human thing, he was waving something around but otherwise looked unarmed.. \* it's just another hurdle for the Capo Terrogate imagined.. By the four moons he must have really upset someone the Cathar thinks to himself.

Galena knighthawk had decided to engage Shadowsun. Terrogate almost felt pity for her. The Tollere Maelibus was huge. He still hadn't caught a glimpse of Lord Voidwalker yet, he just seemed to disappear amongst the chaos.

And then he sees it.. Standing near Shadowsun and Nighthawk a massive red demonic beast has appeared out of thin air! And it was going after apprentice Magma, who had only just ignited his sabers.

"any preference? Mab Asked the iron knight.. “Knight Kira” the Cathar replies with a snarl giving her a sideways glance. She's the last one who seemed to not be engaged yet “I'll start…” he growled and exploded out of his pre-attack stance charging at full natural speed towards his target.

Terrogate presses forward closing the distance between the two with careful calculation of his opening attacking move. He feels it filling him, the very fibres of his muscles ignited and quickened with the familiar and intense energy now charging through his body, his defences still raised and right sabre held up in an open stance (in front of his torso tilted upwards at a 45degree angle.)

Coming into striking range Terrogate bends his left arm, his hand close to his chest and then extends his left arm pushing it forwards and also downwards towards the ground attempting to push out a blast of telekinetic energy into the sandy floor aimed at his opponent, his intention to create a wall of sand blown into Knight Kirasas he charges her, attempting to obstruct her vision.

He then immediately cuts diagonally to the left of Knight Kira, using his momentum of his spirit he lowers his torso with his natural increased strength, agility and balance and extends his left arm, letting go of his saber just as he planted his left hand to the ground to try keeping to his reach advantage.The wrist strap making sure the sabre was still attached to him, he proceeds to attempt to execute a spinning one handed cartwheel directly behind the sand screen.

Once his left hand is landed, and his legs are raised to their peak point of the cartwheel the Cathar bends at the waist sending his feet downwards and he pivots hard through his hips in a twisting fashion swinging his legs now in a propeller type motion. Attempting to deliver 2 head height kicks to his opponent. As he is supported by his left hand during the attempted spinning cartwheel, his right hand still holding his ignited saber he swings low attempting to chop her legs at the same time.

Previous defences raised cont.

Telekinesis 3

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Out of the corner of her eye, Sol saw it. A gust of sand coming at her. She ceased her illusion she had created and used telekinesis to stop the sand from coming into her eyes, and jumped forward, using telekinesis to push her further and higher than she normally could have gone.

She looked back to see Knight Terrogate and Mab Bathori walking toward her previous position. Sol began to chuckle, no one seemed to be able to take her on their own, then. Sol raised her hands, and created a large, black, illusory box, lined with spikes surrounding the couple, the inside of which was completely darkened.

Immediately, the phantasmal box began to shrink, quickly enclosing its hapless victims, snapping shut like a clenching fist.

Powers Used:

Telekinesis- 3

Magic- 3 (Sith Illusions)

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They had underestimated the young Vahlen Knight Kira, The Red Death , as Sol effortlessly blocked Terrogate, Artifex of Tollere 's attempt to blind her with sand and jump away from them before they even got close to her.

Mab was still sliding on her knees in the sand when her surroundings began to change. Quickly she jumped up as walls began to appear around them. Both of them were still holding their weapons ready, and the light of the humming blades casted a colourful glow on the spikes that lined the walls.

Adding to that something strange happened, she heard Terrogate's voice saying the weirdest thing "Bathori Bathori look at me, It's me, Terrogate your Betrothed and I'm all around you. Aren't you happy to see me?" Mab turned to Terrogate with a frown, wondering why he would talk in that strange way…  then again she heard his voice coming from different directions, "Bathori, isn't it Amazing, I've learned how to ascend, I'm everywhere now, Sheath your weapons and show me your love." She smiled at the Cathar, it was a tempting thought to make passionate love to him right there and then, she definitely wanted to as she was aroused just by the sight of him, but the Iktotchi was still confused as to why he would call her by her last name, he never did. None of the words sounded like him, and from his face it was clear it wasn't him that spoke.

Even though the voices were persuasive and she almost was convinced, their bond was stronger than anything. Terrogate was her strength. But they were still trapped in the strage box. It didn't block the sound of the arena, they could still hear the sound of fighting.. they even could still feel the warm sun burning on their skin. "This isn't real my love" she said "remember that" she added as she realized the walls moved in without any sound, and the smell of the sand was still as strong as before..

A tear rolled over her skin as she told him ti be ready, "I think we have company" and began to reach out to the force, focussing on the signature of Knight Kira as she had to be closeby to keep the illusion up. Using the force surrounding them, Mab tried to induce a dizziness, so powerful that it would cause severe nausea and hopefully break Kira's concentration. Tears kept rolling down her face as she kept her focus.. "I'm sorry my heart.. I don't belong here, I never did" she said with the intent to yield even if her foolish plan would work.

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If it worked she would kneel down and switch her lightsaber off, holding up in her golden hand and say "I Yield!"

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If her plan didn't work she would still do the same, hoping her betrothed would forgive her for leaving him..  "I Yield!"

Powers used

Force Defence 3 con.

Mind Shield 3 con.

Malacia 3

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Terrogate, running at full speed with his saber ignited towards Knight Sol Kira pushes the telekinetic blast downwards and towards his opponent block her view of his intended attacking move with a wall of sand.

Immediately following the sand wall Terrogate executes his spinning cartwheel using the same to shield him from sight. As he moves upside down sees his betrothed sliding in low opposite him, she had followed his lead and tried to attack the other side.. But.. Surprisingly he feels no contact at all, his feet missed hitting anything high and his saber swings in an arc unhindered. Terrogates momentum allows him to complete his move and land back in his crouched Ataru pre-attack stance once more.

How did he miss total contact on such a fast and explosive attack to an already distracted opponent? What had gone wrong?

He looks around and sees Knight Kira land not far from them. “Kriff it she's fast..” he says out loud. But before anything else could happen the world starts to become dark.. His feline eyes begin to adjust quickly and can see the walls closing in.. Sharp spikes looking to destroy them both.. “My Stars… What in the 4 moons is this!” he says allowed, his eyes shifting to Mab..  Looking around they are boxed in with no escape.. It's walls are closing in.. Yet only a moment ago they were standing on the sandy floor of the arena.

"This isn't real my love" Mab said back to him "remember that" she said. Something was seriously wrong with her, he could tell in her voice. There bond in the force was immense, he felt her life force as though it was his own beating heart.. Terrogate begins to panic.. “What do you mean remember? Mab.. Mab..” he pleaded.. She was always the smart one of them, an experienced scholar and strong in the force even after her dismemberment by the wretched Skyllan at Dreadwars command forcing her into solitude. She was his strength as much as she was his, even though some Sith may consider this a weakness.. It was far from it.

"I think we have company" she said solemnly.. She then began to reach out to the force. "I'm sorry my heart.. I don't belong here, I never did".

“What do you mean? Said Terrogate… Trying his best to look for a way to stop or slow the closing cube of death. And then… Just like that.. She was gone.

“Mab?? Mab?” Terrogate felt his mind racing… His breathing was fast…his heart racing fast.. He raises his hands to his temples and closes his eyes, dropping to his knees.. “NO!! Noooo!!” what's happening to him..?? Down was up, up was down. The galaxy was collapsing onto itself.. He was trapped inside a nightmare.. And then.. Her voice, the soft sounds of his betrothed now inside his subconscious.. “It isn't real my love… remember that.” the vision of her face flashes in his mind's eye. Her golden eyes, that beautiful smile.. She was the only person in the entire galaxy he trusted with his life, and now she was gone. “Im sorry” he says as her face fades from his vision.. Leaving him alone in darkness.

“It isn't real..” he says to himself.. “This isn't real…” He keeps his eyes closed and focuses his other heightened senses…. He hears the sound of the crowd roaring all around him.. The heat of the sun high above is still bearing down on him. The iron knight reaches down to touch the ground and despite the floor having smooth appearance he can still feel the fine sands of the arenas floor beneath him in his large furry fingers.

There was also something missing.. The box that was presumably closing all around him had no sound. No chains, gears, whirring of motors, hydraulics or repulsors.. This really wasn't real…eyes still closed...Terrogate steals his mind, refusing to believe the darkness of the box was reality he uses the power of force jump and explodes upward and outwards saber raised, attempting to break through the illusions spiked ceiling and back into the arena.

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As the box closed in around the couple, Bathori screamed out that she yielded. Sol smirked, and moved the illusion to remove her from it. She sat on the sand in a mess, and Sol began to laugh manically. She hadn’t expected her to yield that quickly. Nevertheless, she still had Terrogate. She continued to push the box inward on him, quickly closing the box towards him so much that the spikes were just inches from his body.

Suddenly, Terrogate jumped, breaking through the box she had created. [GM Approved: As Terrogate jumped, he went into the spikes on the roof, which he would have believed cut deeply into his body. Once he got out he would begin to feel immense pain and physical weakness across his entire body, dizziness, and disorientation.]

In her line of vision, Sol saw Lord Voidwalker watching Terrogate closely. She needed a second to regain her energy, and taking on someone over a foot taller than her when she wasn’t at her full strength would be taxing. Sol focused on Voidwalker, using her telepathy to attempt to creep into his mind, trying to send him her message loudly enough for him to hear. “I let the cat out of the bag, he’s all yours now!”

She finished her message and began to use feed on dark side, pulling in the dark energy around her to regenerate any energy she lost while doing the illusions. As she did, she sensed it. To her side, someone or something was coming for her. She dashed out of the way, turning to look back once she had stopped. She used force sight to attempt to identify where her attacker was coming from, igniting her saber to defend herself.

Powers Used:

Magic- 3 (Sith Illusions)

Telepathy- 3

Feed on Dark Side- 3

Sense- 3 (Sense as well as Force Sight)

Tag: Terrogate, Artifex of Tollere Lord Voidwalker, War Priest of Slaughter Magma Sith Apprentice of house Cruor

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“RRRAAARRRRRRR!!!” Terrogate roars loud with pain as he breaks clean through the illusion.. it was all he could do to keep himself steady as he lands onto the sands of the arena once more, somehow onto his feet but stumbling slightly.., he placed his hand onto the ground to stop from falling over. How? how can a trick, something so clearly and undeniably not real cause this kind of pain.. it was impossible, wasn't it?.. Terrogate, now crouching hunches his shoulders and holds his midsection…he felt nauseous and his stomach betrays him, vomiting his breakfast onto the ground below him. Everything was spinning… The pain was excruciating …not even his force defences seemed to protect him from the false trap.. Terrogate tries to gather his mind and focus his vision.. After all this wasn’t his first time feeling it. The pain…. the torment of a broken body or mind… the pull of death, tugging on his shoulder. Ready to take him..

In his fight to break free from the delirium his mind tears him back to his self mutilation trial where Lords Deleritas and Solus had nearly killed him, and by Terrogates own command.. broken and so close to death then came a savage final task as his own Master had visited him soon after.. that day he lay in his hospital bed still fighting for his very life, barely awakened and suffering from his grievous wounds. Lord Deleritas had unlocked something in him that day.. and it was about to be let out.

The Cathars mind ignites… raging and fighting to control the deep pain inside him, the anger.. he feels it rising like a tsunami tide inside him.. begging his body to push on.. to push through the pain and use it.. the Artifex suddenly feels himself becoming stronger in connection to the dark side. It was intoxicating… the power… the rage.. the hate.

And then Terrogate does what he had not since that very day on the hospital bed… “relieve your pain…” he spits through clenched teeth, saliva dripping from his whiskers.. “Relive... your pain…!!..” he repeats… jaw clenched.. fighting to survive… ready to explode...

Terrogate through his green eyes then sees a wall of flame and death and anger and loss… everything that has been in his life. The fires of mandalore burning his world, his sister's throat being slit in front of him.. children burning and all around him, the maimed and lifeless body of Mab, and yet as he sees these visions all around him he is surrounded by the force flames of Lord Solus.. moving as a vortex of hell, sucking the very air from his lungs and burning his flesh until it melted to his muscles.. he smells it in his nose.. and he feels the unmistakable intensity of his broken body burning alive..

“Rise Terrogate!” They had said through the flames… “rise and join us” the dark lords of his house had commanded… and just as he had done on that fateful day.. The iron knight of Tollere stands once again to his full near seven meter height on the bloodied sands of the arena. Eyes no longer emerald green, but glowing red like a white hot furnace, rolling his broad muscular shoulders he grips and ignites his dual sabers.. and then takes several steps forwards.. walking through the flames of his mind to join his lords, reenergised.. Now back into the arena he hears the roaring of the crowd as blood is spilled, the force flowing through him igniting his very fibers, ready to take on any would dare to challenge him..  “I will join you..” he snarls..

Force power used -

force body 1.

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IC: Magma Sith Apprentice of house Cruor

the blade of his saber missed the Sith Knight due that she blocked the attack of the Sith Apprentice that attempted to cut the arm of the young Sith Lady.

in his mind Magma was thinking of what he should do next 2 of the contender were out and the young sith dont want to be the next one who will fall and be eliminated.

He Noticed that Terrogate was already Vulnerable so he turned one of his sabers and put it on his belt and rose  his hand that was free from the saber he just put back and he attepted to use his force Drain power on the Knight.

if he Succeed the Feline knight will feel weaker and vulnerable but if it don't work would need to find once again other tactics to defeat one of the contenders of the Trial of Blood.

Tags: Terrogate, Artifex of Tollere

Force power used:

Force Drain -2

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The Lost Lord paced back and forth on the sand, his anger and hatred growing. He wanted to satisfaction of killing the Knight, and he had been robbed. His fury building just waiting for the chance to be expelled upon his next sight. The Iron Knight, Terrorgate. The demonic Lord watched as the Knight jumped seemingly through the top of the box. Even though he'd landed on his feet, something didn't seem right. He was hurt or at least not himself.

"I let the cat out of the bag, he's all yours now!" Came the solid voice of the young Red Death. Her voice was soft yet fierce and full of flames. She had presented him with a gift, and yet he had nothing to return, except the death to the sacrifice shed offered him.

"Tu'iea mirtis valia tapti' su zavus xela. Tave ane wo buti vogti sulig nun, kad tu'iea mirtis valia buti manosi zveris!" He spat at the Iron Knight. As the Knight vomited his morning meal on to the sands in front of himself before standing to his full height.

"I will join you.." the Knight snarled, the nearest person to him was only the demonic monstrosity that stood before him watching him. The Lost Lord wasn't sure who or what the Knight was going on about or who he was ready to join, unless he meant his lover in death since the Rogue Lord decided to hunt her down after this Trial had finished.

"Mirtis tapti' nuo j'us zveris!" The Lord yells in response before hurling a barrage of fire balls aimed for the Knight. Aiming for multiple places on his body, while remaining armed with the arm of the Knights betrothed.

Powers Used:

Pyrokinesis

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Terrogates eyes burning fierce and hot surveys the arena around him..

"Tu'iea mirtis valia tapti' su zavus xela. Tave ane wo buti vogti sulig nun, kad tu'iea mirtis valia buti manosi zveris!"

Terrogates heightened senses pickup the strange words of the beast that was still inside the arena.. he was looking at the Cathar and Terrogate draws the force into himself looking to make his next move.. his hands clenching the hilts of his ignited twin sabres.. this being was trying to communicate with him.. but the Cather Knight could sense the hate as this being spoke at him. He didn’t need force sense to read the intent in his mind as is foced in on him.

"Mirtis tapti' nuo j'us zveris!"

The beast yells again and releases a barrage of fire bolts aimed directly at the Artifex.

Terrogate darts right using his feline agility and rolls to avoid the flaming balls of fire that seeming pass through where he was just a moment ago.. “that is no ordinary beast..” he thinks to himself as he uses his already low position and assumes the Ataru pre-attack stance. Looking up he sees Magma from the corner of his eye now hand raised and focusing on him.. he snarls, maw facing downwards and eyes raised on Magma.. Terrogate feels something pulling at him. His force energy, the connection to the darkside that was just a moment ago the rising tidal wave of darkside energy born of pure hate and rage was subsiding.. “Nooo Nooooooo!!” He yells focusing inwards… trying to stop the force for being severed from him…

The force was part of him.. and he would die rather than see it dawn and severed.. Terrogate focuses and bends the force he had still in his body and uses battlemind to push his body through the attempt to weaken him. Breaking past the reducing stamina.. refusing to allow the weakness to take him.

“Magma!” He growls through clenched teeth. Words like dripping venom..Pushing off his mark at full speed of his augmented abilities Terrogate uses force speed to charge directly at the source of the attempt to drain him. Both sabers still ignited he holds them close and ready to thrust at the right moment.

The speed of his run with full augmentation would have been like a blur to the ordinary eye.

Terrogate looked to close the gap between the two of them in less than a second.

But just before he hits Magma knight Terrogate leaps forwards head first getting himself horizontal in mid air and thrusts his sabers sharply above his head and slightly open in a 45 degree angle each, the cathar twists his feline body mid air taking advantage of his natural agility as he soars towards Magma, now attempting to execute a spinning horizontal corkscrew maneuver at full speed.

The sabers now in the open angle blurred spin, the sabers points distance was a meter apart causing a spinning hot circular arc ranging from the apprentice's neck to his groin moving exponentially through the air and directly at him. The Cathar uses his Trakata flashing them on and off as he spins to distort the sabers so as to make it harder to defend and predict.

The apprentice would need to find a way to defend or potentially find himself in three separate parts.

Force powers used

Battle mind 2

Force speed 3

Tràkata

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The Cathar was quick to be able to dodge the fireballs as quickly as he had, this was looking to turn into a more entertaining opponent for the Lost Lord. That was until the Knight suddenly changed his attention to the new comer. The apprentice known as Magma. The apprentice had his hand raised and something was effecting the Knight. Either way, this Apprentice has interfered with a problem that was much bigger than himself. He had drawn the attention of Knight Terrogate away from the Lord, a mistake to be paid for.

The Lord prepared the launch a blast of lightning at the young Apprentice, only to be stopped by a projectile hitting him in the chest with a wet squishing thud sound. Blood had been smeared across the appearing bare chest of the Lord before the object fell to the ground. Looking down, the Lord would recognize it as the severed head of Apprentice Reatith. Anger exploded into rage within the Lord at the site of the head. Not for any reason other than the fact that it was yet another kill he wouldn't get the chance to enjoy. The Lord raised his leg and stomped the decapitated head, crushing it much like an insect under his boot. The facemask of the apprentice remained intact however. Using the Force to retrieve the mask from the ground, he placed it on his belt.

Turning his attention back to the Knight and Apprentice, he could see Terrogate making his move and rushing in for a killing blow on Magma. The Lost Lord would have to act quickly if he hoped to catch both Knight and Apprentice at the same time and end them both. As the Cathar leaped at Magma in a corkscrew fashion, the demonic being raised his own free hand and the prosthetic hand aimed towards both of the combatants hoping to end both of their lives at once, turning their immediate area into a ravaging field of death that would strip then of both their life and Force energy. Hopefully until nothing remained of the two.

"Tave faiza j'us sekleti abid alga buti mirtis!"

Powers Used:

Telekinesis - 2

Death Field - 3

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IC: Magma Sith Apprentice of house Cruor

Magma rose his head and see that the knight was jumping in direction of him without any second he used his Force Defence power to block the attack of the feline Knight he could see that the Sith warrior his angry and in rage.

He also used his force speed ability to move out of the way, he don't want to be eliminated as he move he look around to make sure he doesn't fall in any other traps around the way.

When he was out of the way he noticed that Lord Voidwalker was raising his hand up Magma felt kinda confused but was making sure he was out of the area for whatever that attack could lead to.

Tags : Terrogate, Artifex of Tollere

Lord Voidwalker, War Priest of Slaughter

Power used:

Force speed -3

Force Defence -3

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Enenra had been stalking his target when another of the candidates came between him and the one he'd targeted. He noticed that two of the other combatants were suddenly acting sluggish, like they were being drained. Deciding wisdom was the better half of valor, he backed off slightly, just to be sure he was out of range of whatever Lord Voidwalker was up to with the chanting and raised hands.

Keeping himself cloaked, and knowing the one he was after wasn't paying attention to him, he concentrated on his new target. The one who had come between him and his original prey. While keeping himself in position behind his otherwise distracted victim, he began his own attempt to drain the target, and to mess with his vision and hearing.

Powers Used:

Force Cloak - 3

Drain Force - 3

Dim Others Senses - 3

Power Ended

Conceal Essence - 3

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To Terrogates surprise the target he had tried to deice into Endorian Chicken Kabab sized pieces moved just Terrogate was about to make contact, his right saber pushes to the side, seemingly hitting against some kind of defensive invisible shield and he drops it, the blade deactivating. Lucky for him the wrist straps stops the hilt from dropping to the ground and keeping his possession of the weapon.

Terrogate continues on his trajectory without the expected contact and takes a dozen meters to finally slow and come to a sliding stop. Terrogate looks back to try to find his mark and sees the demonic creature with both hands held out pointing at him, similar to like Magmas had been, the apprentice Magma had actually escaped and was over to the side, now barely inside his peripheral vision.

At once he feels the intensity of the dark side of the force trying to drain from him, his eyes flick to the ground as he feels his body trying to reject it again.. Straining to focus his mind looking to reject the power pulling his life force away, still being under the effects of a now very fast fading battlemind created only moments ago, Terrogate has but a moment before he is in real trouble. And running won't help. He needs to do something urgently..

His eyes raise again in and then as he looks to the demon standing with his hands raised.. his odd weapon in one the other free conducting the dark draining weapon.

Terrogate does the only thing he can at this moment, through the sheer will of his most desperate survival instinct in battle he focuses his naturally enhanced feline vision at the spot directly beside the beast and grips his right saber once more he has a clear line of sight to his target...

Then uses his teleport ability to instantaneously escape the force created death trap and project himself directly next to the beast, his intention, to teleport so close he could smell its very breath.

As soon as the Knight appears next to the beast he moves to ignite his right saber which he had aimed directly at the beasts midsection which would travel directly through his rib cage not far under his armpits, at the same time sharply raising his left saber straight upwards with all his might and natural speed, looking to dismember both the beast's outstretched arms, cutting through them at the elbows.

Force powers used

Battle mind 2 (ended)

Teleport 3

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(GM Edit Approval)

Allowing the Force to flow from his outstretched arms, the field of death had caught both combatants just as he planned. Unfortunately Magma was quick to escape but not quick enough to not feel his life and Force energies being syphoned from him. Magma was a quick little apprentice. He would be dealt with soon enough. Soon he'd have no where left to run.

For now, the Knight was on the menu for destruction. The Lost Lord reveled in the energies that where being stripped from the Cathar Knight, until they were suddenly gone. The flow of energy abruptly stopped, certainly the Knight hadn't died that quickly. Just then a brief vision flashed before the Lord's eyes. The vision showed the Iron Knight suddenly standing next to him before flashing away.

The Lord reacted and turned his body and took a step back, calling his lightsabers to activate and come to his front with the Force just as he seen the Knight suddenly appear in front on him. Unfortunately the Lord wasn't quick enough and the Knights lightsabers were already in motion. Even with the brief vision, the beast wasn't quick enough to avoid both attacks. The slashing blade at his side would make contact with the Lost Lord. The tip of the lightsaber clipping the side of the Lord, pain shooting through the Rogue as he let out a mixed growl like snarl of pain and defiance. The wound slightly cauterized a burnt mixture of scars, blood, and skin, with a smell of burning leather. Using his mental mastery to control the blades seperatly to intersect the Knights incoming attack. Taking a step back to remove himself from the immediate danger, the Lord raised his free hand and from it violet bolts of electricity was summoned forth and aimed directly ahead towards the Iron Knight. The lightning wouldn't let up regardless if the bolts connected with fur and flesh or a lightsaber, the attack would press on and build.

Powers Used:

Precognition - 1

Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat - 1

Lightning Bomb - 3

TAG:

Terrogate, Artifex of Tollere

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(( GM approved edit ))

The Iron knight suddenly finds himself staring face to face with the beast who had moved to evade the Iron knights attack. Had he moved incredibly fast to react in time or was it something else that had alerted the beast..?

Terrogate still however seemed to land a glancing blow with his trákata strike, and as the beast backs away he very quickly takes mental stock. His faded battlemind seemed it had been effective in eliminating any stamina loss of the teleportation, he looks for for where the apprentice had been a second ago and in the corner of his eye he sees a faint glimmer of refracted light and the briefest flash of Magmas assailant, Terrogate knew him also as the Darth Enema but then with another brief shimmer he vanished once more.

The iron knight's eyes flick forwards and sees the now wounded beast's weapon as it lets out a roar of pain backing away and looking to defend.. It was Mab's prosthetic arm she had on and then removed before taking to the sands..

Terrogates feline nose sniffs the air and picks up the familiar scent among the blood and smoke of the recent damage... “Voidwalker!” he snarls in a low growl…the grief of his missing lifemate, the extreme vengeful focus at seeing her arm used as a plaything now fuling him, igniting his senses and he openly accepts it, taking what is given and letting the power of the force flow freely through him.

Terrogate lets out a small snort clearing his airways and prepares himself to fight, his sabers raised either side of him. He sees Lord Voidwalkers lightsabers igniting and then beginning to move telekinetically as he moves back a few more steps out of Terrogates range, the floating sabers spark Terrogates action to then also raise his Tutaminis defences, getting ready for the lords counter attack.

Terrogate takes a defensive stance with the twin golden sabers raised to his front, ready to fight for his right to compete for a place at the high table.

That was until Lord Voidwalker raises his right hand and unleashes a surge of purple lighting that explodes forth and hits Terrogate from the Dark Lords' now raised right hand. The beastial looking Voidwalker left still holding Mabs prostetic hand. Terrogate feels the lighting charge hit him squarely and only by the Godlike ability of Tutaminus, the intensity of the lightning bomb energy is absorbed into the iron knight. His memory flashes back to when Lord Solus had sent force lightning through his legs, how his flesh had melted… He remembers the smell and the shere mind numbing pain but to his surprise this was not like that… Not at all...

Instead the Artifex feels an overwhelming electrified surge inside of him, like he was now made of the very electricity itself, as though it was his own blood coursing through his veins as the dark lord continued to feed him this raw power straight from the powers dark source. His every muscle fiber excited to its maximum, filled to the brim with racing force energies moving through him at the speed of light itself. He felt like a nuclear bomb just waiting to explode at any second and destroy the entire arena.

The Iron knight feels the overwhelming power of the lighting bomb inside him charging and strengthening him as though he was now an weapon of mass destruction preparing to explode.

The Artifex preparing to redirect the Lords attack back at him drops his left saber, deactivating it and allowing the hilt to hold by it's wrist strap. Pointing his hand downward at his opponents lower half and looking to redirect the absorbed lighting to the Dark Lords lower legs and feet as soon as Lord Voidwalker releases the lighting bomb attack, allowing 100% full absorption and redirection to its original sources feet and legs.

The attack looking to instantly melt lord Voidwalkers feet and lower legs flesh and muscle, melting it off it's very bones.

The Iron knight sensing now a small advantage charges forwards with the added power of his augmented force speed. His right saber ready to thrust forwards and eyes looking to dodge the twin blades.

The Cathar warrior absorbing the force lighting now shooting through his system presses forwards hard, attempting to close the short distance between the two combatants in less than a second with his force assisted speed through augmentation.

Over the distance of less than a few large steps Terrogates powered force speed seems to slow down time itself making it seemingly significantly easier to pass through his opponents saber defence especially given his natural agility and balanc..

Charging forwards at full pace Terrogates ignited right saber would now attempt to thrust directly forwards during the force speed charge, and once passed the saber defence the Cathar would look to strik the dead center of the Dark Lords chest with a critical blow. The Cathars left hand still aimed at the Lord's legs and feet during his aggressive move, ready to let loose the redirected energy of the lighting bomb of the Dark lord as soon as he released the attack on Terrogate.

Tutaminus 5

Force speed 3

( GM: Move Approved )

Terrogate passes the Dark Lords telekinetic saber defence with such speed that normal eyes would identify it as just a golden blur. The Cathars out stretched right saber during the intensity of force speed rush is pushed downwards, missing the Dark Lords heart, instead it finds a lower target piercing directly through the Lost Lords stomach. A telling blow but it would not be fatal. Terrogate still has his left hand lowered as the lighting bomb still surges through him. “Say it!” He roars out loud, commanding his opponent to yield. If the Dark lord says the words Terrogate will redirect the stored power into the ground of the arena. That is of course unless the Rogue Lord can find another way to continue on.

Power used

Tutaminus 5 cont

Force speed 3 cont

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The Knight was quick, quicker than the Lost Lord had expected. The large Cathar quickly passed the rogue's telekinetic blades and the golden blade pierced through the Lost Lord. The blade angled down and into the beats stomach. The blade halted, the beast let's out a ravaging roar from the searing pain of the burning plasma blade. "Say it!" The hulking Iron Knight yelled at him. The demonic being letting his hands fall, the flowing lighting stopping. His feet had been burnt so bad from the redirected blast. His boots melted, and skin boiled before burning and falling off with damaged and burnt muscle and tissue. He had to do something to give his body more time to start the healing process, even though it had started the moment the damage occured. A body just can't keep up with a non-stop attack however.

The Lord teetered on the edge of consciousness, fighting to not pass out from the intense pain. He stood in a pool of blood and charred skin. The Lost Lord had to brace himself up against the Knight's larger frame. Using his hands to try and push himself back from falling forward. "Say It!" The words resonated within him. He wasn't sure if the Knight was still yelling at him or it was in his head, but he heard the words repeated over and over.

The Demonic Lord looked up to the Cathar making eye contact with a look of incredible pain plastered across his beastly face. The look of pain faded as his demonic features quickly replaced  the look of pain with a look of hatred and rage. "Nu valia zinot tu'iea kraujas!"

Reach out with the strength he could muster from the pain and hatred felt toward the Knight, he seen it, the path that would be his savior. His Shatterpoint of redemption. Placing all of his strength into the attempt, the Lost Lord focuses on the Knight's skeletal structure for any previous fractures or breaks and pushes with the Force to any such area to Transfer all the power and cause the fracture to explode outward.

"Zodis zhol!" He shouts in defiance to the Cathar Knight.

Powers Used:

Shatterpoint - 1

Dark Transfer - 3

TAG:

Terrogate, Artifex of Tollere

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Terrogate roars loudly for the Lost lord to yield but he receives no such words from the beast before him. Terrogates saber still impaled inside the Dark Lords stomach, the hot yellow blade sending smoke and the smell of burnt flesh up into the Cathars nostrils.

To Terrogates surprise the beastial form of the Dark Lord halts his lightning bomb and Terrogate has no choice but to unleash the full fury into the Rogue lords legs and feet the full force of the lighting melting the lord's boots, roasting his lower legs, feet. Melting his very flesh and muscle.

The beast roars loudly and presses up against the Cathar with his hands raised to keep from falling over in the agony of the electrifying blast pushing himself slightly further into the blade.

Terrogate raises his left hand to grip the forearm of the Dark Lord, his right still holding his ignited lightsaber.

"Nu valia zinot tu'iea kraujas! The Rogue Lord spits at the iron knight. For a moment he looked like he may pass out with the pain as the two combatants stood chest to chest in the blood stained arena.

Then the Rogue lords look turns from pain to one of hate "Zodis zhol!" He shouts to the Iron knight. His face now full of hate and rage. His eyes burning with the desire to inflict pain.

Immediately Terrogate feels his left femur start to expand and he Roars with pain, his razor sharp claws protracting and digging deep into the Beats forearm.

Immediately the 117 kg Iron knight drops to his knees reeling from the pain of the bone shards pulling away from the femur inside his leg. His claws that would be buried deep in the arm of the lord jerking downwards ripping his forearm and wrist to shreds on the way downwards.

The golden lightsaber still impaled inside the Lord also pulled sharply downwards as he dropped in pain, presumably exciting the Dark Lords body through his groin as Terrogate now dropped to the ground, saber deactivated and rolls along the sand trying to escape the beast and the excruciating pain now ripping through his leg.

The darklord was proving to be extremely resilient and Terrogate begrudgingly couldn't help but almost admire his fighting spirit and refusal to give in. Not that it could save him, in the Cathars mind he was already dead the very moment he threatened her.

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The signal is suddenly given indicating the completion of the trial. And therefore for the fighting to stop. The Cathar raises slowly, limping badly on his damaged leg he walks to where the gutted and mutilated Lord Voidwalker lay. Terrogate bends down, the self proclaimed War Priests scent of burnt innards and charred flesh still ripe in his nostrils and picks up his wife’s prosthetic arm. Then without a word or even a second look at the broken Dark Lord turns and walks towards the exit. Mab would need him now more than ever, wherever she was.

END.