Event Deathtober Do-Or-Die House Cruor Death Match

[Grievance Vexx]

Deathtober Do Or Die House Cruor Death Match

Golgata, the ancient catacombs of Kalee

As darkness falls over the Jenuwaa Sea, a solitary starfighter’s lights descend like falling stars upon the shore. The Coup De Grâce lands smoothly just beyond the reaches of the high tide and its cockpit opens. The hulking figure of a droid built for slaughter emerges. No, not a droid. A cyborg. The alchemized etchings in the armor of Grievance Vexx pulse and swirl with crimson glowing like magma, betraying his excitement. History is about to receive a permanent signature from House Cruor.

The Dark Lord Krigsbefallaf locks down the Coup De Grâce graciously upgraded from its antiquated predecessor shortly after he had found his way to the Empire. Shortly thereafter, he had been accepted as a member of House Cruor. He has silently sworn to do his best to see that this event and its results will please the leader figures of the House, General Reiis Invadator as well as Lord Cruor himself. He nods in acknowledgement of the two Kaleesh warriors who have come to escort him and they bow simultaneously in return.



Though he needs no torchlight to guide him due to his natural ability to see in total darkness, Vexx carries a lit torch and lights the ones in sconces lining the cavernous pathway that leads to Golgata, the place of the skull; ancient catacombs of Kalee where the bones of the planets finest warriors wait to bear witness to a historical show of skill. The attending Cruorites and various masters from other Houses may appreciate the light to guide them through the cavernous halls to where they are invited to take their places to watch and enjoy refreshments. Their presence will be appreciated by those who will be competing soon.

The winding pathway opens up into a vast atrium; a suitable stadium for what is to take place here. The empty eye sockets of the dead stare back at Vexx, perpetual grins of anticipation fixed on their faces. Scattered among them are skulls with yellow eyes shining within the sockets; the eyes of living masked Kaleesh warriors attending this event which honors their very culture. Neither the living nor the dead will be disappointed today.





“Greetings and welcome, Death Knights, Apprentices, and Acolytes!” Vexx’s cybernetic voice rolls like thunder across the vast torchlit tomb, “Welcome to your potential future.” He pauses to allow this cryptic double-edged statement to sink in. “If you fail...that is you.” He gestures broadly to the piles of bones lining the walls. “If you succeed...that is you.” Again, he gestures to the skeletons. “What is the difference, one might wonder? A better question, my friends, would be this: What will make your story live beyond the grave, should it come for you? Think on this; meditate on it. Let it penetrate beyond your mere consciousness until it is all you think about.”



Carrying the torch still in his hand, he touches the flame to a wall-mounted trough filled with muumuu oil on the darkest wall, left dark on purpose until such time. The flame finds the oil and races the length of the trough, lighting the wall and revealing the names of the contenders and with whom they will be dueling, written in the traditional Kaleesh warpaint of karabbac blood. This is where the glory begins.



“Contenders!” the cyborg’s voice rumbles again, drawing all wayward gazes to him once more as he gestures to the wall, “Behold your opponent for the Deadlock—Round One of House Cruor’s Do-Or-Die Death Match! This is where you will be tried and tested to see if you are worthy of being named House Cruor’s champion. You have the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fairly overthrow a Dark Lord—Lord Cruak himself—so that you might lay claim to the title and a prize: the Crest of Cruor; a medallion that grants the wearer the Battlemind Force power. In addition to this, the victor will also take possession of the coveted Battleaxe of King Adas. As is custom among most things with the Sith, there is a culling process. Who among you will be washed away and who among you will stand. No name on this wall is written in stone. Only you have the power to change that.”

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Match One:

Player 1 Player 2
Karros Zaruiel vs Raseri Av’Kliporna
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Match Two:

Player 1 Player 2
Sharkish’ki vs Duraanir
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Match Three:

Player 1 Player 2
Kielor vs Magma
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“Whoever bests his opponent will move on to the next round,” Vexx continues, “Whoever outlasts all opponents and shows the greatest skill by the conclusion of this event as a whole will have earned the title of Bellator Immortalem and call the Crest of Cruor their own. May the Force be with you, Children of Cruor. Live by the blade; die by the blade!”

Tag: @Reiis Invadator @Darth Cruor

 

[Grievance Vexx]

Rules

• Proper RPG etiquette will be adhered to by all players. There will be no god-modding or auto-hitting. No exceptions. If this rule is not followed, offenders will be disqualified.

• Please be realistic and detailed as you post each dueling move. The goal is to captivate your the imagination of your audience. This is not just a show of skill with the sword, but a show of skill with the pen (your skill as a writer), for in this case, the pen is mightier than the sword.

• In addition to your writing in accordance with the rules, each post must contain a link to a song (refer to opening post for an example) that expresses how/what your character is feeling at each point in the duel. Try to use a different song with each post. Songs must not contain offensive language or content and it is preferred that you use songs with lyrics. Instrumentals/film scores are discouraged for this particular portion of the Deathtober Death Match.

The Deadlock (duel in seven moves) will proceed as follows:

• Round 1

Player one goes first and moves
Player two responds going second and moves
ROUND ends
GMs decide round winner

• Round 2

Player two goes first
Player one responds and moves
ROUND ends
GMs decide round winner

• Round 3

Player one goes first and moves
Player two responds going second and moves
ROUND ends
GMs decide round winner

• Round 4

Player two goes first
Player one responds and moves
ROUND ends
GMs decide round winner

• Round 5

Player one goes first and moves
Player two responds going second and moves
ROUND ends
GMs decide round winner

• Round 6

Player two goes first
Player one responds and moves
ROUND ends
GMs decide round winner

• Round 7

Player one goes first and moves
Player two responds going second and moves
ROUND ends
GMs decide round winner

One point will be allotted per round and this point will go to whoever made the better post. Remember that posts are judged according to realism, writer skill, and adherence to rules. At the end of the seven rounds, the duelists with the most points will proceed to the next phase of the Deathtober Death Match.

Character sheets must be submitted to GMs for approval prior to participation. Abilities will adhere to character’s current skill level. Duel weapons are limited to melee and Force abilities only. Blasters, grenades, and all other firearms or explosives are prohibited for this phase. Please submit all character sheets to Reiis Invadator, Darth Cruor, and Grievance Vexx via forum PM for review.

Character sheet approvals and opponent pairings will occur simultaneously and be edited into the IC opening post. When this occurs, an update post will be made referring all players back to the opening post to view the pairings. Once players have approval and know their opponent, the dueling may begin.

Each player is required by Cruor Law to adhere to the following post format:

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Player Name/Rank-

Location-

Song Link- (this should be a YouTube embedding)

Move number out of total with the total being seven. Example: Move 1/7, Move 2/7, Move 3/7, and so on.

[insert player post and duel move here]

Tag: opponent, master (if applicable), and all three judges

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Rules for Spectators

• Please do not interfere with duelists (make open suggestions or criticisms, attempt to distract, or haze). Cheering for opponents is welcome as well as reactions to moves played out, but these should be passive in nature and not intrusive.

• Do stay involved as you are able, especially if you are a master with an apprentice as a contender. This is strongly encouraged so that you may actively observe your apprentice and offer praise and/or training opportunities at the conclusion of the Deathtober Death Match.

• If you are a spectator, invite others to join you! Refreshments will be provided and we welcome Empire-wide involvement. Just be respectful of our contenders and GMs and keep posts professional.

@Reiis Invadator @Darth Cruor

 

[Reiis Invadator]

IC: Reiis Invadator, Lord of the Sith
Kalee

No ship had approached the planet, but there she was. No sound was made during her arrival, but arrive she had. No one saw her approach, but her presence could be felt for miles.

The cavernous hall leading to the catacombs was already lit by the time the General Reiis Invadator arrived via teleportation, clad in her armor-lacking robes with her expressionless black mask mirroring the shining golden light around her. But all to be seen of that mask today was what remained visible through the eyeholes of the mumuu skull that she wore over her cyborg's mask, upon which the Sheelal family sigil had been painted with crimson blood that still shone like it was fresh.

Not her blood, thankfully.

All of her blood remained in her interiors, but would that be the case with for the Death Warriors who were to gather here soon? Likely not, and the buzz of anticipation that filled the room -- tangible even without the Force -- signaled that everyone present knew it to be true. The General nodded to the Kaleesh assembled in polite greeting, finally bowing her upper body as she approaches Lord Grievance Vexx. "My friend, an honor to meet you here. I am greatly looking forward to this, and predict our Death Warriors will relish the thrill of the challenge. If they don't, then..." She hesitated, a chuckle forming from her respirator.

"Well, that would be unfortunate."

@Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Kielor]

IC: Apprentice Kielor
Location: Kalee atmosphere

The Wayfarer starship cut smoothly through Kalee's atmosphere. The trailing edges of the wing tips taking on a warm yellow-amber glow on entry, contrasting sharply with the ships Cruor-esque livery which Apprentice Kielor had demanded for his personal craft. A contest was to be held, and so the middle aged human made his way with haste, to Golgata.

The craft touches down nearby the entrance to the catacombs. The cockpit glass slides back, and the Apprentice stretches his hands high above his head, intertwining his fingers; they crack. He rolls his head from side to side, and a series of cracks and pops are audible as the muscles, cartilage and bone stretch and mesh back together. He grasps the pair of lightsabers which are set in a small open compartment inside of the cockpit, then springs to disembark the craft. Using the force to augment his physical abilities, Kielor discharges a burst of telekinesis to propel himself from the seated position. Placing one hand on the edge of the cockpit, he vaults to the ground with all the grace of a Twilek dancer.

Clasping the hilts of his lightsabers to his belt, the Apprentice straightens his black Sith robes, and draws the cowl deeply over his head. The large frame of the human now the only distinguishing feature, as the black clad mass enters the tomb.

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The flames emanating from the wall sconces paint dancing shadows upon the stalking darkness which is the Apprentice, as he makes his way deeper into the catacomb. Soon he is able to hear the rasping of familiar voices. The hallway opens up into a large open arena, it's walls peppered with the skulls of the fallen, and accentuated by the skulls of the masks worn by the Kaleesh warriors who have come to spectate. His Master, The General, is there, alongside Lord Grievance Vexx. The Apprentice approaches, and kneels before her. "Hail, My Master."

@Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

IC: Death Apprentice Sharkish’Ki
House Cruor shuttle

Title track:

They’d been in hyperspace for some time. The white of the contorted stars illuminated the cabin of the Nune-class shuttle Sharkish’Ki had become so fond of, as he chatted quite colloquially to his pilot.
“You know, this tournament isn’t just about the fighting. It’s about recognition. I’ve been in a quite a few cages, against all manner of opponents, but this will be quite the spectacle!” He gestured nonchalantly at the stars racing by, as if they were his audience.
“And who will see it? The Final Sith Order… and anyone else brave enough to venture into our realm.” There was a sense of lust that lingered on the air as Sharkish’Ki inhaled his own excitement.
“I’m just saying, I was a pilot for traders before I threw my lot in with the Sith, and I’ve seen a lot of weird stuff during my career, and you beating each other up does nothing for me.” The pilot’s sleek, full-face helmet reminded him of the Mandalorians. The vox amplifier and the helm hid any emotions she might have, but her words seemed to carry enough weight without them, as she fiddled with the buttons and levers on the craft’s dash.
“Brace, Sir. We’re approaching Kalee now” she announced, mere heartbeats before she dropped the shuttle out of hyperspace. Before them hung a swirling mass of azure seas and white wisps of cloud that conjured a beautiful false sense of security. There was a bittersweet familiarity about the place that reminded him of home. Perhaps it was the colours he saw, the first time he observed the planet from the upper atmosphere. The pilot swiftly honed in on an active beacon situated on the coastal headland of a vast ocean and brought the craft about, touching down upon the rocky shoreline with expert precision.
“Well, let’s not keep the Sith waiting” she snickered. She switched the dash’s power regulator and the drives powered down like the relaxing breath of a great beast, as Sharkish’Ki made his way down the shuttle’s ramp.
“You’re coming with me? I’m flattered!” He raised his brow as he took in the smell of salted air.
“Don’t be. What else am I gonna do? Paint my nails?”
Sharkish’Ki laughed and set off to the entrance of the arena, the ramp and hatch closing behind his following companion.
“You’d best watch your tone around the others. They may not share our sense of humour” he turned mid stride to see her shoulder a large rucksack that jingled with the sounds of glass bottles.
“Never you mind my attitude. I’ve got plenty of Corellian Ales and Wampa jerky to keep me quiet” She jostled the hefty bag on her shoulder, fighting to get it comfortably across her back.

The sconce-lit tunnel extended before them and behind them as they are greeted by the skulls of those that fell before them, and soon they were in the presence of his maters. The pilot had slinked off into the shadows, after spying a winding staircase at the edge of the atrium that led to the overlooking balconies.

Sharkish’Ki’s gate slowed as he took in the vastness of the atrium before him, it’s hefty stonework providing stark funnels for the collecting smoke from the burning oils. His masters stood ahead of him, and before them, melded amongst their shadows, knelt a figure he’d not seen in some time. Where had he been? What had he learnt? Would his skill as an opponent match his mystery? Unanswered questions stirred anxiety in his core, as he neared the gathering. His boots on the stone slabs announced his presence long before he did and, kneeling next to his Brother with his head bowed, he formally acknowledged the Dark Lords.
“Hail, my Lords! May the odds be ever in our favour! Live by the blade, die by the blade!”

TAG: @Grievance Vexx @Reiis Invadator @Darth Cruor

 

[Karros Zaruiel]

IC: Death Knight Karros Zaruiel

Kalee, Golgata catacombs

The Owl strode through the torch-light illuminated tunnel with long, deliberate strides. Though his posture would suggest his gaze lay unwavering on the path ahead, behind his mask Karros' eyes flitted tactically across every surface - every noon, every cranny, over every shelf and every wall. An old habit. He had long been trained to examine the layout of every battlefield and instantly memorize every advantage it offered - and every spot that may be used against him. Alas that this was not the battlefield, merely the route to it, but still his eyes wandered over the bones of the dead who lay shelved like books into the passage's stone walls. What tales would they tell if they spoke? What judgements would they render if they lived to observe this bout between brothers? But they spoke not and lived not. Only served as a reminder of where everyone's path eventually led.

With silent footsteps Karros followed the lights of the tunnel - admiring the passive psychological effect of how this tunnel reminded him of death and mentally cataloging how to use this same effect in the future - when ahead in the distance he saw Sharkish'Ki drop into a kneel beside Kielor who already knelt before the General and Lord Vexx who, in turn, were already present and waiting for them. All four stood or knelt where the tunnel ended against a wide stone door. Walking up to them Karros knelt beside Sharkish'Ki so that the three of them formed a neat row before the Heads of House Cruor, planting the knuckles of his right fist against the stone floor as he bowed his head.

"Hail General! Hail Lord Vexx!" the Concierge saluted.

Tags: @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Grievance Vexx]

Phase One - Deadlock
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IC- Lord Grievance Vexx
Golgata, Catacombs of Kalee

The warriors are assembled. They know with whom they are to fight. Grievance Vexx bows respectfully to General Invadator as she arrives, shortly followed by his medical droid EV-A4-D.

“First aid can be provided on site for injuries incurred,” he informs the General as the droid joins them on the ledge that serves as their watch post within the tomb, “Depending on one’s perspective, this could be a good or a bad thing.”

“Don’t expect me to reattach any arms or legs,” EV-A4-D pipes up, “This was supposed to be a vacation for me. I am a bacta pack station. Nothing more.”

Vexx ignores the droid and raises his voice to be heard by all in the vast expanse that serves as the arena. “Death Warriors! To your positions!”

As the Cruorites jog to their designated areas, two Izvoshra Kaleesh capture the eye of the Krigsbefallaf and he turns to fully look their way.

“Ah! Our honorary guest has arrived!” Though unable to smile, the expression can be heard in the voice of the Kaleesh Dark Lord. “Cruorites, welcome Dark Lord Xxys, the Tribune of the Final Sith Order! The launch of our tournament falls upon the Tribune’s life day and he has chosen to spend it among us, watching all of you put your best on display. Let us not disappoint him.”

The two Izvoshra warriors escort Lord Xxys to a seat affording a perfect vantage point from which to spectate the tournament. The seat itself is draped in embroidered black mumuu hide and surrounded by a buffet of Kaleesh delicacies. A glass and a bottle of fine whiskey rest to the left of the seat along with a hardwood hand-carved box of the Tribune’s favorite spice cigarettes. The Izvoshra usher him to his place of honor and bow respectfully to him before taking positions on either side of him, skull-faced guardians making sure everyone on Kalee is aware of the importance of the guest Dark Lord.

Grievance Vexx offers a respectful bow to the Tribune before returning his attention to the duelists below. He rests his hand upon what appears to be the femur of a nearby skeleton. Giving it a firm pull, he reveals it to be a lever. As soon as he has done this, there is an ominous rumbling of stone and rattling of bones as the structure of the arena shifts, revealing the true surroundings of where the Sith of Cruor will make war with one another.



Lanterns suspended on massive arcing rib bones rise on all sides of the arena, illuminating it in their ever-shifting light and animating the shadows of stationary structures. Vexx’s dark chuckle echoes off the vaulted ceiling as he declares in a loud voice, “Let...the Deadlock...BEGIN!”

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OOC- Please refer to the opening post to review opponent match up configuration. Review the rules and structure of posting. It is highly advisable to check your post against these rules before you publish it to ensure no points are missed.

For your first post, if you have not already, you may write out your character’s entry into the arena, however when the you begin dueling, Player One should start and post as though Player Two is within striking range.

If you have questions on whether or not something you wish to do is permissible, please PM your GMs (Reiis Invadator or Grievance Vexx) for clarity. Open discussion about the tournament will take place in the House Cruor Barracks chat.

Tag: @Reiis Invadator, @Darth Cruor, @Rayge, @Sharkish’Ki, @Kielor, @Karros Zaruiel, @Evis Dharkar’ta, @Ben Sargent ( Magma ), @Darth Xxys

 

[Reiis Invadator]

Name/Title: Raseri Av’Klipporna

Song for the post:

Age: 27
Sex: Female
Species: Kaleesh
Homeworld: Kalee
Occupation: Izvoshra (Kaleesh warrior elite)
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 172 lbs
Physical Description: Like most Kaleesh, her skin is a rich burgundy color, while her eyes are yellow-ish gold. She wears a mumuu skull mask and the traditional robes of a Kaleesh warrior. Upon her wrists are two impervium gauntlets, and their use will be seen in due time.
Weapons: Two saber-resistant lig swords, with a cable tied around the end in a wide loop so that she may maintain a grip on the swords even without holding the hilt.
Description of Abilities: Being the first woman to achieve the rank of Izvoshra since Ronderu Lij Kummar, Raseri has proven her worth as a skilled warrior, specializing in lig sword melee combat. Tall and strong, she is able to overwhelm even larger male opponents with sheer strength and determination. Raseri is not Force-sensitive.
Personality: Her name means “rage” in her native language, and in a battle, it certainly fits. Raseri is known for both her speed and strength, but best known for her ability to use both quite well in combat. Her flexibility enables her to strike with great force, even in positions that others might consider disadvantageous. Unafraid to use passion to her advantage, her training with the Izvoshra has taught her how to calm the mind and soul to conserve energy...all the while remaining a deadly opponent.

 

[Darth Xxys]

*IC XXYS*
Kaleesh

The single ancient Type X-1 Tie prototype glided through the atmosphere of the planet Kalee. Xxys had never visited this planet but its inhabitants were creatures of legend. One infact was infamous in the annals of Galactic history. The Krigsbefallaf that Xxys had come to know, was carving a legend of his own.

Lord Grievance Vexx.

A fellow Councilor and follower of the path of the sword...and today that path would be traveled again. Not by the Dark Lord or his host at this event, but instead by those that sought glory and prestige. Today would see blood and death, and in the end, one would stand victorious.

His telemetry homed in on the beacon set to guide the newly arrived to the landing zone and as Xxys made a lazy turn over the coastline he could see that the esteemed Lord had already arrived.
The ship was older than his but had been just as well restored and with the most modern upgrades as well.
Xxys settled his vessel next to the antique and dropped from the belly hatch to the craggy shoreline below. He circled the adjacent craft and saw the inscription on the side of the cockpit.

'Coup De Grâce'

"Fitting" he muttered.

The Dark Lord turned and looked out over the sea just as the sun was disappearing below the horizon, an emerald flash of light illuminated the sky for a moment then was gone just as quickly. Xxys felt a shift in the Force...it too was gathering...not too far from where he stood.

Several others had also already arrived and a warrior guardsmen bowed and gestured the way.
Xxys nodded to the guard and stode down the indicated path. The path terminated at a tunnel entrance lit by a line of torches.

The Force radiated from the passage...the Dark Side at its core.

Death was its promised reward.

Xxys descended a few meters and passed through a winding pathway that finally opened into a vast atrium. The empty eyes sockets of a thousand skulls set into the walls of this catacomb stand as a stark reminder that death, hold sway here.
Already the observation area was beginning to fill with spectators and the contestants had gathered.

Two Izvoshra Kaleesh warriors immediately bow and the lead officer approaches and again makes his obedience.

"We are here to escorts your Lord, at Lord Vexx' command, to a seat of honor." He gestured in the direction that lead to an observation platform where he was directed to a seat draped in lavish style and as he is ushered to the seat Xxys can see all the luxuries of life were to hand. The two Izvoshra bow and take postion behind a pair of honor guards.

“Ah! Our honorary guest has arrived!” Lord Vexx had turned as Xxys took his offered seat, his voice filled the cavernous arena.

“Cruorites, welcome Dark Lord Xxys, the Tribune of the Final Sith Order! The launch of our tournament falls upon the Tribune’s life day and he has chosen to spend it among us, watching all of you put your best on display. Let us not disappoint him.”

The Krigsbefallaf cyborg had rested his clawed hand on a bone jutting from the wall then with a firm pull he manipulated the femur like a lever. There was rumbling and the room began to shift. A gigantic rib cage encapsulated the battle arena, lanterns hung from the ends to cast an amber glow over the soon to be be blood soaked stone floor.

Xxys stood from his seat and bowed to his host.

"I am honored to be a guest at this most esteemed event and thank you for these most resplendent gifts. I look forward to seeing the house of my former Master compete for glory." Xxys turned and took up his glass then turning back, raised it high.

"To those about to die...I SALUTE YOU!"

He emptied the glass in a single shot.

"LIVE BY THE BLADE...DIE BY THE BLADE"

@Grievance Vexx

 

[Karros Zaruiel]

IC: Death Knight Karros Zaruiel

Kalee, Golgata catacombs

Rising to his feet Karros turns and walks over to take his position in the center of the arena. Seemed the first match-up would be his. No sooner had he reached his place did Karros hear Lord Vexx announce the arrival of their surprise guest; Lord Xxys. Turning to the observation deck overlooking the arena the Owl spotted the Tribune. Karros promptly saluted by placing his right fist over his heart before raising it high overhead.

"Hail Lord Xxys!" the Concierge cried before lowering his arm. The arena then began to shift and change as it took on its true form. The ribs of a massive creature long dead curled like a cage around the arena's edges with lanterns hanging from them over a level field. So it was going to be an honest head-to-head.

Karros then turned to look at his opponent. He was not fighting one of his Cruor brothers as he had originally imagined but instead a Kaleesh he had never met before. Admittedly the Concierge did not like going up against an opponent who was a blank slate to him but given the location of the arena and her species he guessed that she was a trusted member of the Kalee forces here. Tilting his body forward from the waist up Karros bowed to his opponent as dueling courtesy demanded. Straightening he then drew and ignited both of his sabers, simultaneously settling into a battle stance with his left foot pointed towards his opponent and his left saber held up in guard position while his right leg and arm were hopefully obscured by the rest of his body in profile.

Knight Karros Zaruiel -

Move 1/7

Locking eyes with his opponent through the eyeholes of their respective masks, Karros launched the opening salvo of the duel. Using their eye contact as his focusing nexus the Concierge first let loose his Mind Shard upon his opponent. He imagined that it would seem like a combination of a dagger stabbing into her mind and a black thunderbolt going off in her head. Hopefully this would create an opening by momentarily stunning and disorienting her.

Assuming that his Mind Shard worked Karros immediately moved to capitalize on his assumed opening. Hoping to strike before his opponent could respond or draw her weapons, Karros imbued his body with the Force to enhance his speed and to simultaneously bolster himself against the detrimental effects he was so familiar with. With enhanced speed and strength the Concierge stepped forward towards his opponent with his right foot, swinging his right saber towards her in a downwards diagonal slash as if to cleave her from her left shoulder to her right hip. Then regardless of whether or not his strike connected Karros would pivot back to the same starting position he had begun with, except as he did so the Owl would perform a horizonal slash with his left saber as if to bisect his opponent from her right to her left. However his left swing was more to intercept any possible counter attacks as he brought it back to a guard position.

Force Powers used:
Mind Shard - 2
Augmentation - 2
Force Speed - 2


Tags: @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Kielor]

IC: Apprentice Kielor
Golgata, Catacombs of Kalee


1/7


“Death Warriors! To your positions!”

Striding across the arena to face off against his first opponent, Magma, dust swirls from the weathered surface of the battleground beneath to footfalls of Kielor’s durasteel sabatons. His cloak swirls about him, stirring up further debris from the arena floor, as he makes his way toward a far wall. The flickering flames from the lanterns reflect across the worn plates of the Apprentice’s durasteel armor. He casts back the cowl of his robe to reveal the ghastly helm of the ancient Sith Eradicator’s armour, collected over his many years in the commando and mercenary trade, years in which he had first learned to really control the power of the dark side.

Casting his gaze toward his Master, The General, he lowers himself to one knee and bows his head. A sign of respect to one who had taken him in, taken him on and made him a part of the Empire. Although sinister forces had recently dragged him into the Unknown Regions, he had always felt that their bond had persisted, even in the expansive voids between their communications. She was always there, as was the Empire. In his mind, in his thoughts, his memory.

He rises to a standing position and his eyes alight on Lord Vexx, a close ally of his Master. Kielor had heard his name many times, well before he had ever met the cyborg behemoth. Clearly Invadator’s respect for the Sith Lord ran deep, and Kielor had inherited some of the respect by virtue of his relationship with his Master. He was eager to please the Dark Lord, and to show him that Lady Invadator had trained him well. The Apprentice was filled with nervous energy, eager for battle, yet apprehensive, as hadn’t been toe to toe with an opponent for some time. Regardless, this is what she had trained him to do. To fight. It was what he had always done, but she had made him good at it. He just needed to get into his rhythm.

He calls his lightsabers from his waist into his hands. Simultaneously igniting both of them, their blades burst forth with a snap-hiss to either side of him, held wide, their tips pointed low. The blade of the mainhand weapon a deep indigo, bathing his armour in a soft light as he sweeps it forward. The scarlet blade of the offhand weapon painting his robes the colour of blood.

Lord Vexx’s voice booms across the arena again, announcing the arrival of a surprise VIP guest. The Tribune of the Dark Council, Lord Xxys. It was truly an honour to have one so powerful in attendance, and willing to share his life day with the warriors of House Cruor. Xxys was one of the first individuals which Kielor had interacted with in the Empire, and while he was known for his ruthlessness, it was his tempered wisdom which stuck with Kielor. The dark side radiated from the man, and Kielor was cautious not to look upon him for too long. Deactivating his offhand weapon, he raises the blade of his mainhand to salute the Tribune. Hailing him from mid-arena, he bows his head in deference to the Dark Lord. Depressing the activator switch, the indigo blade retreats to the hilt.

In that moment, the entire arena begins to shift, and Kielor steadies himself, shifting his body weight to maintain a solid footing. The arena opens up into a relatively wide expanse. The lanterns which illuminate the area have been hoisted upon the enormous rib bones of an unknown gargantuan. Swaying from side to side, they cast moving shadows about the space. It was game time.

Moving toward his opponent, Kielor steps lightly on the balls of his feet, bouncing from left to right foot, loosening up and getting the blood moving. He ignites his lightsabers with a flourish, ending the sequence with a dual weapon high-low whip. The blades paint crimson and violet flowers in the air of the darkened arena, as the Apprentice turns to face Magma.

Calling across the arena, Kielor greets his opponent. “Well met, Apprentice Magma. It has been a while. How is your son? I trust he is well?” Launching forward immediately, the Apprentice moves to close the gap between himself and his adversary. With force augmented speed he dashes. Using the power of ballistakenisis to fling a large cluster of debris from the floor toward the head of his opponent at rapid speed, only a second before closing to melee range. Holding his mainhand weapon before him in a defensive position; his offhand ready to strike toward the lower torso, he makes a wide low slash, aiming just above the hip to exit slightly higher, around the chest. A successful hit would spill the entrails of his opponent. Not something that he necessarily wanted for his housemate, but he was confident that this would not end so easily.


Powers used:

Force Augmentation (1)
Ballistakinesis (2)
Juyo (2)
Jarkai (2)

TAG: @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor @Ben Sargent ( Magma )

 

[Evis Dharkar’ta]

Duraanir/Apprentice

Kalee

The tunnels she had been directed towards were dark and felt like it was slowly creeping in on her. The lifeless skulls didn’t help ease the feeling either. Deathtober was House Cruor’s chance to give the Empire a show of what they’re made of, and the weight of the anxiety felt crushing, but Evis will persevere and do her best (hopefully win) in this tournament. The tunnel opened up to a room where she could prepare herself and her weapons. The holoscreen mounted on the way informed her that she will be fighting Sharkish first. Hopefully he will roll over and let her win, but that wouldn’t be as much fun or as such good fun. Stepping out of the doors and out onto the arena floor, igniting her lightsaber as her robes bellowing Duraanir felt the piercing gazes of Tribune Xxys, Lady Invadator, Lord Vexx, and Lord Cruak as she walked out to where her duel would be held. It was go time.

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

IC: Death Apprentice Sharkish’Ki
Kalee, Golgata Arena.

Title track -

Move 1/7


They’d been paired. Brother against Brother, Brother against Sister. Sword against sword, gender mattered not. The anticipation grew into excitement within Sharkish’Ki as they paced away from their masters, diffusing about the arena to give themselves space. Half the fun of punch-ups like these was initial strike, and no one enjoyed it when there was interference from a random backstab. This was a show of talent as much as it was a competition, and the audience would find themselves hard pressed to define a clear winner. Even Sharkish’Ki couldn’t determine who might best him, or even if he could beat his housemates. But this wasn’t even a concern. He’d been itching for some action since the events on Ailon Nova. Too long had passed, with too much academia and training programs. Yes, the lightsaber forms were slightly different to the sword katas he’d trained through, but it was something else to have a real opponent; less predictable and talented.

Sharkish’Ki came to a stop a dozen meters away from the edge of the arena, as their guest of honour made his address. This was a little cherry on top, that he would perform for not only his masters, but for another of the Dark Council, on his lifeday, no less; the instantly recognisable Lord Xxys. The Dark Lord’s words rung true and clear across the buried colosseum, and had Sharkish’Ki thought it possible, the hanging braziers seemed to sway in response. He was a little torn between wishing the assassin many more lifedays, and jumping the gun against his fellow Cruorite. Perhaps he’d carve ‘Xxys’ into her breastplate, he pondered. In any case he’d let his swordplay do the talking. After all, this is why he was here!

His eyes flitted between his surroundings and his contestant. She’d mirrored him, stride for stride, at a comfortable distance. Taller than most, she indeed looked formidable. Blasters, blades, and armour beneath her robes? He sometimes forgot the Mandalorians of the Sith Order, as his interactions with the others was but a blip since his first master. The armour looked light on her, as she moved with the same intent as he. He took in a deep breath, closing his mind to as many outside influences as he could, as a raptorous gaze washed over him. Sharkish’Ki had left the rebreather with his pilot, and for a moment the air smelt of sweet Kashyyykian wood, as Lord Xxys quoted their house motto, then there was only Duraanir.

He pictured his first move, as he felt his muscles responding instantly as commanded. Overpower her. Break her resolve. They had all trained for this. There was no reason to hold back, he thought.

“GUARD YOURSELF, CRUORITE!” He shouted, as he bounded the short distance between them, his lightsaber called to his grasp and activated mid-stride. The red of his cape billowed behind him, emphasising his pace as the hood caught the same air and shrunk down around his shoulders, revealing a visage of pure determination. The crimson sabre extended low to his right, held firmly with his clawed gauntlet, and directed by his left. It would come upwards upon her in a brutally powerful arch that would cleave up into her chest or push her backwards.

As strong as this was, the assault would not be over soon.


Powers used:
Force Defence (1)
Force Speed (1)

Tags: @Grievance Vexx @Reiis Invadator @Darth Cruor @Evis Dharkar’ta

 

[Reiis Invadator]

Raseri Av'Klipporna

Kalee

Move 1/7

She had her reptilian eyes on him the moment they'd been paired in this duel.

As the only female member of the Izvoshra, Raseri Av'Klipporna was a force to be reckoned with by any duelist -- new or experience, young or old. Her fighting style had been likened to that of a feline beast: her moves were quick and agile, but each strike possessed raw power and a fervor for combat. One near-invisible swipe and...you were bleeding out on the ground.

And this fate was a likely possibility for Karros, as his opponent wielded no blade of heat and light, but two impervium lig swords. Unlike cortosis, impervium would not damage his blade, but the sharpened weapons would be highly impermeable to his own.

She bowed in return, saluting him with a flourish of her weapons in accordance with Av'Klipporna style with a confidence that could only be felt while fighting on one's home planet against a foreigner. A low growl formed at the back of her throat, becoming slightly more pronounced before she spoke.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Sith Karros." Her voice was heavily accented, but confident. "I hope you prove as promising as the skill of your House Leaders would make me expect. You may fear disappointing them." A grin formed on her face, though it was hidden by the bone mask. "But I should hope you do not disappoint me."

She would have told him that she would not fall so fast to his Jedi powers, as a sudden, piercing headache made her growl even more pointed, but his advance was too immediate to get a word in edgewise.

She darted back to avoid Karros' first strike, but advance forward with the second, solidly blocking his horizontal slash with her right-hand weapon. As if she'd been born to do it, Raseri simultaneously let her left blade drop, swinging it by its cord so that she could hold it with a backhand grip. By the time her blade connected with the horizontal strike, her left arm was already rising to slice his right arm clean off with her sword.

Tag: @Karros @Darth Cruor @Grievance Vexx

 

[Ben Sargent ( Magma )]

IC Magma Sith Apprentice of house Cruor

Move 1/7

The Apprentice of Lord Cruak salute back to Keilor and replied that his son was great and in the same moment he saw the debris come in the direction of his head he was lucky to have the moment to use his force speed ability to move back and see the debris falling right in front of him where he was standing.

But it was not over he was maybe cleared from the debris but Keilor was there attempting to spill the entrails of the young Apprentice of Lord Cruak, Magma with his right hand grabbed one his sabres and ignite the Crimson blade and put the blade at the horizontal to attempt to block the attack of his fellow housemate and attempted to give a kick at the level of the crotch to make his Opponent lose focus for few seconds to gain a proper position for the duel of the two Sith Apprentice.

Magma was ready to show To Lord Xxys and Lord Vexx what his mentor Lord Cruak taught him for the question of the duel, last duel that Magma had was against once again a housemate but it was Karros but now Karros is no longer an apprentice but a knight, In this duel he will make everything he can to make his mentor and his Superior proud of him and what he is becoming.

Power Used : Force Speed -1

 

[Karros Zaruiel]

IC: Death Knight Karros Zaruiel

Kalee, Golgata catacombs

Move 2/7

It was like a game of tug-of-war. As he stepped forward to strike, his opponent stepped back to dodge. As he stepped back to recover, she advanced to counter. His left saber was met and blocked by his opponent's right-hand weapon, with both putting enough pressure on each other to turn it into a bladelock. Surprisingly his opponent's sword did not melt under his saber's blade. But Karros had no time to think on that. At the same time his opponent switched her left weapon into reverse grip and raised it upwards at the underside of his right forearm as he was pulling it back across his chest from his initial strike.

Quickly moving to parry and evade, Karros rotated his wrist so that right saber blade was in a downwards angle with the tip pointed roughly at his opponent's shins and the length held diagonally as if across either combatant's chest. As he rotated his wrist so too did the Owl rotate his entire body in a clock-wise pirouette, hoping to change positions from in front of his opponent to somewhere more advantageous.

While Karros pivoted on his feet, he did two things; first, he kept his left saber locked against his opponent's right hand weapon, putting enough pressure on it to keep it from going anywhere else while she was likely and likewise exerting pressure on it. He was mindful to make minute shifts in his bladelock as to imply if she let up any pressure he would simply slide the saber's blade down her and relieve her of her fingers. Once he had completed his pirouette he would release their bladelock. His opponent would then likely stumble forward from the sudden lack of pressure.

Second was his right saber. As he spun, whirling backwards and around his opponent's right side, Karros used the curved portion of his saber's hilt to extend its angle and reach. While he rotated like a dancer he swung his saber upwards towards the underside of her arm, hoping to slip behind his opponent's blade as it went up and relieve her of her left hand - or at least perhaps a few fingers. Even if that didn't happen Karros angle his swung so that it would still safely parry her sword off the the side as he spun.

Assuming his parry - if not strike - worked, the Owl would whirl around in a full circle and a half while moving in another half circle around his opponent's right so that he stood behind her facing her back. If all had gone well in execution his opponent would be stumbling forward sans her left hand and weapon and Karros standing behind her.

Force Powers used:
Augmentation - 2 (cont.)
Force Speed - 2 (cont.)


Tags: @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Kielor]

IC: Apprentice Kielor
Golgata, Catacombs of Kalee

2/7

KRRZZZZZT! Magma’s defensive strike catches the sweeping slash from Kielor’s offhand weapon, throwing a shower of white light from the point of intersection where the lightsabers meet. The sudden illumination bathes the immediate area, chasing shadows to the recesses of the arena. More flashes of that same light spark around the arena floor, as the members of House Cruor join in battle. The middle aged apprentice soaks it in. His senses are ignited. The scent of plasma, of smoke from the burning muumuu oil, and the musky scent of the ancient tombs fill his nostrils. The anticipation and adrenaline feed the dark side and he is invigorated. His vision, laser focused upon his opponent, like the photoreceptor or a holocam, while still absorbing all of the detail of the arena and the deadlock which had
begun.

The force from which his lightsaber strike is blocked stops the clockwise momentum created by his offhand strike, and he capitalises by shifting into a counterclockwise pivot, stepping wide to avoid the oncoming boot of Magma. Pivoting quickly, he raises his mainhand weapon to unleash a forceful downward slash, using his momentum and body weight to hack down from shoulder height, following through diagonally as he completes the turn. At the bottom of the strike he immediately slashes outward horizontally to the right, clearing the violet blade from in front of himself and shifting his momentum back again. His left hand thrusts forward, still holding the curved hilt of his offhand saber between the thumb and forefinger, his remaining three digits splayed open to loose a blast of force energy toward his opponent. The blast held little fury. He was not looking to obliterate his housemate, just knock him back should the attack connect.

“I’m glad to hear that your boy is doing well,” replies Kielor, a huff of exertion clearly evident in his voice. He shifts his mainhand weapon back before him, ready to defend, drawing his offhand weapon back, ready to strike. “I trust that his training has begun?”

OOC: Kielor’s mainhand is his right hand, offhand is the left.

Powers used:

Feed on the darkside (2)
Force blast (2)
Juyo (2)
Jarkai (2)

TAG: @Ben Sargent ( Magma ) @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Evis Dharkar’ta]

Death Apprentice Duraanir
Kalee

1/7

Sharkish shouted “GUARD YOURSLEF, CRUORITE!” Then he rushed right at her with his lightsaber slashing upwards towards her. Duraanir wasn’t one for wasting time, and the time was now. Feeling the push and pull of the force through her, she pulled the force into her and used it to augment herself enabling Duraanir to keep up with her opponent. She smirked and quickly stepped to her to left allowing her to avoid the lightsaber attack, Duraanir reached out with the force and tried to pull Sharkish’s left ankle away from her, which if successful would off balance him and possibly cause him to fall over and hopefully even hurting his ankle. With Sharkish either off balanced or past her, his lightsaber attack left him wide open, which she rushed in to deal a quick devastating attack with her lightsaber slashing at his right side with the intent to cut off his right arm. After her attack Duraanir would step back gracefully.

Powers Used:
Force Augmentation: 1
Telekinesis: 1

Tags: @Grievance Vexx, @Reiis Invadator, @Darth Cruor, @Sharkish’Ki, @DarthNoxia

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

Title Track:

Turn 2/7

IC: Sharkish’Ki
Kalee, Golgata Arena



Sharkish’Ki was glad Duraanir was paying attention as his swing glided past her, bathing them both in glorious crimson. For a first strike, it was a simple on, and it opened him up to a quick counter. He felt the grip around his boot as the assassin stepped back and he scowled, his resistance negating the crush but not the momentum. He found his stance stretching under from him as his striking weight on his front foot threatened to strain his groin. With his eyes locked on a lightsaber strike incoming toward his raised arms, there was little choice but to give in to his opponents’ control of the Force. Whilst it hadn’t been long since he was last tossed about by a powerful Force user, he still wasn’t entirely used to it.

Sharkish’Ki tightened his groin, and his weight instantly dropped as his front foot followed his left. Gravity took hold of the rest of his body as Duraanir’s blade swept through his leather pauldron, giving off an angry hiss as the superheated plasma seared a new nick into the garment. He hit the floor hard, gritting his teeth as his butt slammed the stones with a puff of dust, all the while bringing his left-handed strike with him in a swift, sweeping motion aimed at her shins, freeing his right, clawed gauntlet to let loose a telekinetic push at her chest that would knock the wind out of her and send her tumbling backwards, minus a foot, if the attack was successful.

“We should’ve sparred before now, ya’ know?” He snickered, grimacing at the bruise forming in the deep tissue of his rear. “Training blades, or something. Maybe you’ve got some fancy moves you might’ve learned as an apprentice assassin. It’s always good to know your opponent before you fight them, and well…” He swung his left foot behind him and shifted his weight forward so as to kneel towards Duraanir.
“…well, I don’t know much about anyone here. And that’s saying something, considering how long we’ve been friends!”

He stood up, clenching his buttock to test the pain. “Ouch! I mean, I don’t even know how you like your caff!” He subtly moved his left foot forward, twisting it in a circular motion to test mobility and satisfied with the result, he bent his knees and centred his weight, sweeping his lightsaber back into a two-handed mid guard across his chest.


Powers used:
Force Defence 1(cntd)
Force Push 1

Tags: @Grievance Vexx @Reiis Invadator @Darth Cruor @Evis Dharkar’ta

 

[Ben Sargent ( Magma )]

Magma Sith Apprentice of house Cruor

The Young Sith felt the force blast of Kielor and luckily for him he managed to keep his balance and not fell to the ground with the small earthquake he almost drop his lightsaber as well when he was back stable on his feet he firmly grabbed his saber and with his other hand that was free he grabbed his shoto saber and ignite it and was able to see that Kielor had draw his second saber as well.

Magma formed a blocking form with his sabers hoping that it will block the attack of his opponent, this duel against his house Cruor brother could not be a piece of cake but he know that it's not a duel to death the young sith replied to his brother of arm « he is really smart for his age and the force is strong with him in a question of time he could have his first shoto saber» but this duel was not a speech duel but more a fighting duel for House Cruor members.

Magma was looking from top to bottom at his adversary where he could aim with his sabers and in the wind the cloak of Kielor with his right hand where he was holding his saber he slowly raised three fingers to attempt to use his force pull to drag the cloak down to make the other Apprentice fall to the ground and with this let magma gain the upper hand against Kielor in the duel.


Power Used :

Force Pull -1