Draconis
Temple Dungeon~
The converging malevolence of the arrivals continued to close in, a tidal wave of force crashing down to wipe the remaining Sith, now fleeing in fear, completely out of existence. With an impending doom that simply in his view seemed to be all but inevitable. Yet they continued to fight it. Flee. Seeking an escape. Those that continued to flee were too caught up in their own fear to see anything but the panicked and frantic futile nature of fighting what was clearly happening. The spiral stairwell, seen as their savior, only served to simply place them upon a precipice between two worlds. As the red sands above and the very bowels of this ancient world, blended for one brief moment. He had left the cyborg to be as the being seemed to commit to holding his ground in response to a call from the being that was Krayt to marshall a defense near the end of the dungeon. Very noble of them. Hesper with an ignited red saber in hand, calling out to Talon making mention of their intent to flee using the tunnels. Draconis sense that her resolve was focused and intent on playing such out. Her precognition and sight no doubt sensing a way out as it was clear what was driving her to push everyone forward. Draconis had sensed it as well, a potential passage way down below. He could sense the fear below as the fleeing Sith were log jammed into trying to escape in desperation, it was palpable.
The groans of the savagery above were audible and continued to grow as it pursued those fleeing. It was only replaced by the sudden low drummed boom that resonated through the very stone that made up the temple. A second equally resonating boom was felt as it traveled through one’s bones. The impacts were no doubt from high above, dislodging a large amount of debris in the form of larger stones suddenly broken free from the construction of the dungeon, dust, smaller fragmented debris was sprayed like fragment projectiles. Draconis raised his hand to disperse the larger elements that posed a threat to him, though a number of smaller projectiles peppered him with debris. Attempting to minimize any damage as much as possible. Time was growing short, whatever had caused the temple itself to shake down to its very foundations in the manner it had could easily be the beginning of the cascading collapse of the entire temple down upon them.
Cries of fear as those and even anger emanating. As one of the Sith present Darth Wryylok daughter to the Sith of the same title, whom Draconis recognized as further signs that many of Krayt’s cult were among them, the woman exclaiming that the leading of them down to this place has been to summon them to their own destruction. She was not wrong. Either by the hand above or hand below, most of them if not all of them would perish.
Further confirmation found his ears as whispers from the fleeing Sith of a shadowed wraith added to the fever pitch of fear. A potential sighting spreading like wildfire among them, the idea of a single being came to mind. Dreadwar. Draconis had already felt Cruor’s presence, it was unmistakable given their often shared past. And given the amount of control and prowess necessary to mount what was happening above, there were most definitely several beings of such ilk holding the reigns of the horrors above.
However, while the fleeing masses fled one horror, the hell above, he could sense their inability to grasp or realize where they were actually themselves. Fear gripped them too tightly for any of them to see. The hell below. One that was equally if not more horrific in nature and was a world unto itself. They were all marching into a realm that was undisturbed, dark recesses that were unimaginable. They would be better served turning around and accepting their fate, marching back up into the dark masses of the devouring horde. Korriban, was and had always been the jewel of darkness and they were all heading right into the heart of it. A place where even the horrific shyracks and tuk’ata did not dare lurk. The ability to navigate the stairwell was severely hindered as it was clogged with the fleeing masses … still Draconis sought to move swiftly through the crowd. Having made the decision to move downward via the spiral stairway.
Down they went.
Underdelve~
As he drew closer to the bottom, Draconis sighted Hesper once again.
Draconis emerged from the stairwell pushing past the throngs of Sith. One panicked descent gave way to another panicked environment. Arriving just in time to see one of the focal characters disappear, Draconis' eyes narrowed as he calculated what the individual had performed. But to what purpose and design? Volshe - the proclaimed, was near what could only be described as a portal attempting to further marshall Sith in defenseThey all continued to resist, fight it. The passage he had sensed was near, as he noted the direction in which it was. The entrance of it, obscured by the very logjam that Draconis had sensed. From the hypergate emerged a trio of wraith like slayers that moved against several of the gathered Sith. Draconis moved to distance himself from the crowd that was trying to pack through the passageway, seeking out a portion of this vast vault that seemed unexplored and was thus unattended to. Draconis reached out with his senses, seeking to illuminate through his mind what was hidden in this area.
@Darth Dreadwar, @Arach, @dragonsith13, @Grievance Vexx, @Reiis Invadator, @Drakul_Xarxes, @Admiral Volshe, @Darth Kain, @Hadzuska_The Jester, @Darth Nathemus, @Darth Solus, @DarthNoxia, @Jihadi Quartz, @Voidwalker, @Ānhrā Māhnîu, @Reatith Blodraald, @Darth Thana, @Sith_Imperios, @Cardun Vrek, @Darth Sedicious, @Helkosh, @Darth Xxys, @Metus, @Catalyst, @DarthFeros , @Nacros_Telcontare
Telekenisis (on debris from collapse)
Force sense (continuing to guide towards what he had seen as the passage out and the unexplored portion of the underdelve)
Dark side healing (counter any damage from debris)
Breath control (mitigate dust and debris)
Temple Dungeon~
The converging malevolence of the arrivals continued to close in, a tidal wave of force crashing down to wipe the remaining Sith, now fleeing in fear, completely out of existence. With an impending doom that simply in his view seemed to be all but inevitable. Yet they continued to fight it. Flee. Seeking an escape. Those that continued to flee were too caught up in their own fear to see anything but the panicked and frantic futile nature of fighting what was clearly happening. The spiral stairwell, seen as their savior, only served to simply place them upon a precipice between two worlds. As the red sands above and the very bowels of this ancient world, blended for one brief moment. He had left the cyborg to be as the being seemed to commit to holding his ground in response to a call from the being that was Krayt to marshall a defense near the end of the dungeon. Very noble of them. Hesper with an ignited red saber in hand, calling out to Talon making mention of their intent to flee using the tunnels. Draconis sense that her resolve was focused and intent on playing such out. Her precognition and sight no doubt sensing a way out as it was clear what was driving her to push everyone forward. Draconis had sensed it as well, a potential passage way down below. He could sense the fear below as the fleeing Sith were log jammed into trying to escape in desperation, it was palpable.
The groans of the savagery above were audible and continued to grow as it pursued those fleeing. It was only replaced by the sudden low drummed boom that resonated through the very stone that made up the temple. A second equally resonating boom was felt as it traveled through one’s bones. The impacts were no doubt from high above, dislodging a large amount of debris in the form of larger stones suddenly broken free from the construction of the dungeon, dust, smaller fragmented debris was sprayed like fragment projectiles. Draconis raised his hand to disperse the larger elements that posed a threat to him, though a number of smaller projectiles peppered him with debris. Attempting to minimize any damage as much as possible. Time was growing short, whatever had caused the temple itself to shake down to its very foundations in the manner it had could easily be the beginning of the cascading collapse of the entire temple down upon them.
Cries of fear as those and even anger emanating. As one of the Sith present Darth Wryylok daughter to the Sith of the same title, whom Draconis recognized as further signs that many of Krayt’s cult were among them, the woman exclaiming that the leading of them down to this place has been to summon them to their own destruction. She was not wrong. Either by the hand above or hand below, most of them if not all of them would perish.
Further confirmation found his ears as whispers from the fleeing Sith of a shadowed wraith added to the fever pitch of fear. A potential sighting spreading like wildfire among them, the idea of a single being came to mind. Dreadwar. Draconis had already felt Cruor’s presence, it was unmistakable given their often shared past. And given the amount of control and prowess necessary to mount what was happening above, there were most definitely several beings of such ilk holding the reigns of the horrors above.
However, while the fleeing masses fled one horror, the hell above, he could sense their inability to grasp or realize where they were actually themselves. Fear gripped them too tightly for any of them to see. The hell below. One that was equally if not more horrific in nature and was a world unto itself. They were all marching into a realm that was undisturbed, dark recesses that were unimaginable. They would be better served turning around and accepting their fate, marching back up into the dark masses of the devouring horde. Korriban, was and had always been the jewel of darkness and they were all heading right into the heart of it. A place where even the horrific shyracks and tuk’ata did not dare lurk. The ability to navigate the stairwell was severely hindered as it was clogged with the fleeing masses … still Draconis sought to move swiftly through the crowd. Having made the decision to move downward via the spiral stairway.
Down they went.
Underdelve~
As he drew closer to the bottom, Draconis sighted Hesper once again.
Draconis emerged from the stairwell pushing past the throngs of Sith. One panicked descent gave way to another panicked environment. Arriving just in time to see one of the focal characters disappear, Draconis' eyes narrowed as he calculated what the individual had performed. But to what purpose and design? Volshe - the proclaimed, was near what could only be described as a portal attempting to further marshall Sith in defenseThey all continued to resist, fight it. The passage he had sensed was near, as he noted the direction in which it was. The entrance of it, obscured by the very logjam that Draconis had sensed. From the hypergate emerged a trio of wraith like slayers that moved against several of the gathered Sith. Draconis moved to distance himself from the crowd that was trying to pack through the passageway, seeking out a portion of this vast vault that seemed unexplored and was thus unattended to. Draconis reached out with his senses, seeking to illuminate through his mind what was hidden in this area.
@Darth Dreadwar, @Arach, @dragonsith13, @Grievance Vexx, @Reiis Invadator, @Drakul_Xarxes, @Admiral Volshe, @Darth Kain, @Hadzuska_The Jester, @Darth Nathemus, @Darth Solus, @DarthNoxia, @Jihadi Quartz, @Voidwalker, @Ānhrā Māhnîu, @Reatith Blodraald, @Darth Thana, @Sith_Imperios, @Cardun Vrek, @Darth Sedicious, @Helkosh, @Darth Xxys, @Metus, @Catalyst, @DarthFeros , @Nacros_Telcontare
Telekenisis (on debris from collapse)
Force sense (continuing to guide towards what he had seen as the passage out and the unexplored portion of the underdelve)
Dark side healing (counter any damage from debris)
Breath control (mitigate dust and debris)