Training ~Into the Aether~

[DarthNoxia]

IC: Tribune Noxia, Lord Draconis, Apprentice Zareel, Apprentice Varanus, Knight Metus

Location: Wayland, the caverns of Mount Tantiss

Surges of deep blue electricity lit up the stormy sky. The night was pitch-black and the wind whipped violently through the canopies of the forest as lightning stretched down, grasping at tree limbs. The incoming tempest bowed tree trunks and tore at the soil as the rain began to fall steadily. The boughs and branches of the barren trees that drew in around the palace Penumbra snapped and echoed like crackling logs in a fire.



It was a rare, moonless night and, save for the few lights that lined the path up Mount Tantis, the landscape was cloaked in blackness. What little visibility the stars might provide was drowned out by the deluge. The thick, gray clouds hung low in the sky, hovering low around the peaks of the mountain.

The whole landscape spoke of misery, and as a font of power this place exuded a simply miserable existence. Yet here they arrived, having been summoned, in the dead of night, due to their own curiosity and fervent inquiries... in a sense bringing this upon themselves. Still the promise of instruction, education, and learning held sway with the majority of individuals who sought power and to rise beyond what they were. All three had been chosen because their desire for knowledge outweighed the threat of that accompanied it. They understood the risks.
Many had hesitated to accept the offer, fearing the price of such knowledge. However, the three of them had spoken up and accepted.

The designated landing pad on the side of the mountain, was big enough for a corvette and would easily be able to accommodate three transports of varying size. When the small group arrived, they would be greeted by three acolytes. Hooded and cloaked in black, they each held a blindfold out for the students of the Dark Lord and Lady. They would lead them through the dark, narrow labyrinth of tunnels inside Mount Tantiss. They trod through mud and pools of stagnant water and below dripping stalactites to a chamber which held a number of alchemical apparatuses and all manner of dark and unfamiliar objects. Mount Tantis itself was a hub of dark energy, a nexus of the dark side, but the energies in this chamber seemed especially potent.





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[Metus]

IC: Metus Aurelius

Metus had always loved the smell of rain. It more often now raised bitter sweet memories but even as the pelting droplets lashed at his face; the electricity in the air, his nostrils flared. The hot stormy air filled the Corellians head, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. A jagged arm of blue energy ripped through the darkness behind him, thrusting forward blinding light revealing someone moving toward him, from out of the shadows cast by the mountain. A crack and rumble, as though Mount Tantiss were about to rip itself apart, caused the cloaked figure to stop and step back several paces. Metus remained still, the claret shine of his eye catching what little light there was. One might have even sworn it was emitting it’s own light.

The acolyte had come close enough to tell the warrior he would be blindfolded until further notice. The Knight of Syn offered no objection. A thick cloth that quickly became sodden out in the storm was wrapped around Metus’s head, blocking out what little light there had been. He could hear another ship approaching, perhaps two, he stood waiting.

The others had arrived, and now being lead through what felt like a snaking passage, presumably within the mountain itself. Wet woven cloth clung tight to the Knights skin. The still and frigid air, the rock walls becoming tighter it seemed. They still were not nearly as oppressive as the dark energy laden in this place. Splish splash went the steps of three Sith bound for something equal parts great and no doubt horrific. Treading through puddles, marching onto a fate they could only imagine.

The air shifted. Footsteps now bounced back to Metus’s ears rather than being absorbed by the confines of stone. The pressure in his chest grew as the dark aide energy wormed it’s way in. The warriors mind racing with speculation, fear and hope of what might be asked of him. What might be done to him. No matter. This is how the powerful are made.

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[Zareel Jhenan´doka]

IC: Apprentice Zareel
Location: Wayland, the caverns of Mount Tantiss


Did she offer herself out of an impulse or was her constant search of information? The depths of the unknown were always calling her, being this force the only force capable of suppressing the constant fear in her mind. As a result of her impulsiveness, Zareel was now descending from a small transport ship, near a mountain in a distant planet.

Through her shawl, which was now wrapped around her head protecting her from the rain, the balosar could see every now and then how her own shadow was cast after every lightning crossing the sky. Bracing herself, she kept looking at her feet; it would be embarrassing if with all the darkness around she ended on the ground to present completely covered in mud in front of the council members.

The last she saw was Knight Metus, apparently, he had arrived just before her. She had opened her mouth to say something, but before any word could be articulated, an acolyte came closer; apparently following orders he proceeded to cover her eyes with a blindfold. With her eyes veiled and just darkness ahead, she started her path.

They were getting inside of a tunnel, at least as far as she could determine, for how the sound reverberated with every footstep; her antennas, now uncovered from the shawl, were vibrating. Water drops, the breathing, small pebbles pushed by their feet; every sound tensed her body, but not as much as the energy flowing for the entire place. Since her arrival, a sinister feeling had filled her; the dark side of the force saturated the area, but at the end of it, there was an even wider sensation of it.

The apprentice was scared, she never denies that feeling when it appeared; instead of suppressing it, she paid attention. Fear was one of the most natural signals to remain alert; being scared was directly entwined with the happening of something profitable, and that was exactly what she desired now. Relevant and valuable experiences where just the perfect addition to add some flavour to her life.

(Tags: @DarthNoxia @dragonsith13 @Metus @DeathKnightD )

 

[DeathKnightD]

IC: Apprentice, Varanus Rex, Beast of Syn
Location: Waylon

As the Atlas set down, it's ramp hit the surface. The Barabel did not wish to waste anymore of the Tribune's time, and made haste down the ramp. Varanus felt a surge as he set foot upon the ground, the energies of this place were immense and he could all but feel it flow from the ground through his body. As he cleared the ramp it ascended, sealing his fate to this unknown place. He dug his claws into the ground, as always, leaving his mark on a new planet.

As he looked around, Varanus began to grin. He was certain he had made the right choice. As if on cue, he was met by a hooded figure handing him a blindfold. He cocked his head slightly to the side, a brief second of curiosity, then nodded as he took the blindfold and tied it over his eyes. He followed the figure to wherever they were going, trying to keep grasp of the world around him.

His scent failed him, the smell of the liquids they walked through hitting his nostrils strong. Varanus would wager it was water, old water, as a droplet hit his cheek from above. 'A cave tunnel? Interesting.' He thought to himself as they walked, his feet sinking into the soft mud beneath him.

The footsteps of the others stopped, as did the Barabel, as his guide stopped before him. Varanus stood there a moment before he pulled the blindfold from his eyes. He gazed upon the room and his grin grew. What lay before his eyes was another Alchemy lab, though this one appeared slightly different, to him it looked older, and larger. He stood there until he was told to move, the eagerness within begining to make that a challenge of its own.

 

[DarthNoxia]

IC: Darth Noxia
Location: Wayland

The Dark Lords stood in front of their students, silent amidst the echoes of dripping water and thunder from beyond the expanse of rocky tunnels. Noxia, garbed in fineweave robes of black, stretched her hands out in welcome. The damp cold air of the outside met with the warm geothermal air of the caverns, causing a swirling halo of light, translucent mist to encircle her before spreading forth towards the students.


“You three were chosen, in actuality, because you brushed aside fear when offered knowledge at a price. Many, even those higher in rank, declined the offer. I’m sure they were concerned for their well-being and rightfully so. You, however, will be the first among them all to gain this knowledge. You will be ahead of your peers in that respect, but do not forget that all knowledge requires practice to implement.”


They had come with little knowledge of what the night had in store for them, what the Dark Lords had planned. They would find out soon enough. There was as much to be taught in waiting as in doing. There were, also, other virtues worth exercising. Determination. What cost would they endure for knowledge, the Togruta wondered. The Tribune held out three vials and walked around to the students, placing a vial in each of their hands. “Drink up,” she said with a smirk.

@dragonsith13 @DeathKnightD @Zareel Jhenan´doka @Metus

 

[Zareel Jhenan´doka]

IC: Apprentice Zareel
Location: Wayland


"Hail Tribune, Hail Lord Draconis." Zareel lowered her eyes at the presence of the dark lords as soon as she arrived. Her eyes wandered for a second to the other two students there; one was an apprentice like her, the other one, a knight.

The imposing voice of the Tribune caught back her attention; indeed, she had been a volunteer to that particular class, but at the same time, she couldn't help but wanderer what was exactly the direction the full process was going to take. She was genuinely concerned about her well-being, but this was a chance in a million. Was it worth the risk? That was up to her and her own strength.

At the moment the Dark Lady got closer to them she turned her eyes towards her, following her movements; expectant over what the next step would bring to them. When the vial was placed in her hand, all she could do was give it a full of curiosity look. Not questioning anything, as she was not the one to do so; but her nature made her wonder what was in it.

“Drink up,”

Had said the Tribune, and... why not? Perhaps, she could ask later, or simply, could wait to see its effects. Zareel held tight for a moment the vial, just to take a deep breath and raise it as one usually does with a glass.

"Cheers," The apprentice muttered with a nervous smile and took the flask to her lips.

(@DarthNoxia , @Metus , @dragonsith13 , @DeathKnightD )

 

[DeathKnightD]

IC: Varanus Rex

Location: Wayland

Varanus’ gaze fell upon the Dark Ones before him, as he took in the room, and he dropped onto his right knee, his fists making a thud sound as they were pressed to his chest. “Hail, My Tribune! Hail, Lord Draconis!” He said, his gaze falling low. He stood, his hands coming to rest in his natural ready stance. Though he seemed calm on the outside, he was swirling with thought and energy, fueled by an eagerness he had grown to miss.

He heard his Tribune’s voice, taking pride in her words. ‘Concerned for their well-being’ The words bringing a grin to the corners of his maw as he listened. ‘Practice to implement’ The grin curled, the words ringing deep in his mind. Like everything he took pride in, patience and practice were the keys to honing those skills. Connecting the two brought the Barabel a surge of confidence, to add to the eagerness.

The Dark Lady held out a vial for the three of them, those who were willing. Varanus took his with a small tilt of his head. ‘Fitting’ he thought, as she spoke again.

“Drink up.”

He could not resist the grin any longer, and it spread across his face. A soft hiss of a chuckle escaped as he spoke. “As you wisssh.”

He raised the vial to his lips and poured it down his gullet. Varanus knew only one thing was certain in this life. You make it happen, or it don’t.

(@DarthNoxia , @Metus , @dragonsith13 , @Zareel Jhenan´doka)

 

[Metus]

IC: Metus Aurelius
Location: Wayland

Two Dark Lords of the Sith stood before Metus and the others. With a hail almost as reflexive as it was made with genuine reverence, the warrior rested on one knee and bowed his head to Lord Draconis and Tribune Noxia.
Rising through the mist Metus locked his eye with the Dark Lords. Not as a challenge, disrespect or a show of defiance. But so they might look inside him and see they had asked the right person to come here that night.

“You three were chosen, in actuality, because you brushed aside fear when offered knowledge at a price...”

There was no price too great for knowledge passed on from such powerful Sith. Either Metus would be strong enough to endure what ever the cost may be. Or, he would be broken and perish as he rightly deserved if he was unable to bear the price of power.

Before the hunter could contemplate any further Lady Noxia produced three vials of unknown substance. The slender delicate fingers of Darth Noxia slipped the vial into Metus’s grip.
“Drink up” she said with a smirk the Knight had come to know all too well. Something that stirred as much excitement as it did hesitation. What was in this vial? Something that would bring them all to the brink of death? Would it bend the reality in their minds while the world outside remained untouched, making their psyches more pliable to the knowledge offered.
Or would it break down the bonds that held their very beings together so they might be sculpted by arcane forces?

None of them could know. But there was a way to find out. Metus winked at the Tribune, the head of his house. The scars pulled tight and the corner of his lip curled into a smirk. ‘No fear’ he thought. It would do him no good.
The vial touched his lips and the contents slid down his throat. It was time to begin.

(@DarthNoxia @dragonsith13 @DeathKnightD @Zareel Jhenan´doka)

 

[DarthNoxia]

IC: Darth Noxia
Location: Wayland

The Togruta paused for a moment as they all finished their vials. She stood, looking back and forth among them for a few moments. Did they feel fear, uncertainty, excitement? She paced in front of the three of them, back and forth and back again. Then she circled around behind them, leaving the sound of the dripping caverns to echo in the chamber.


Finally, she motioned, with an outstretched hand, to three chairs. “You’ll want to sit,” she smirked as the words left her ashen lips. Silence again as the Dark Lady adjusted one of her leaky, which had shifted with her previous gesture towards the chairs. Thunder rolled outside the cave and Noxia made another gesture at the acolytes that stood, waiting on the other side of the chamber. Her gaze returned to the three students. As the acolytes disappeared into a side passage.


“Let’s play a game, shall we?” Noxia coaxed the three of them as she wandered over to Lord Draconis. She had already taken a seat and she circled around the brooding figure. He seemed content to merely observe the three of them. The Togruta had come to know the Dark Lord as the kind of man who spoke only when he had something important to say, but when he spoke, one would be wise to listen…


From the side passage, the acolytes emerged with three prisoners. Their hands bound behind their backs and blindfolds around their eyes, no unlike the ones the students themselves had worn previously. They were made to kneel before the Sith. “Now, about four hours ago, each of these three poor souls had been given a vial. The contents of each of their vials was the same as each of the vials you three drank...each of the three has a different effect, which you should be able to witness soon enough.

“Once you see the effect, I want you to guess which vial you got.” She winked at them. It’s important to know the effects of the various concoctions you produce. I highly recommend testing them.
@dragonsith13 @Metus @DeathKnightD @Zareel Jhenan´doka

 

[Zareel Jhenan´doka]

IC: Apprentice Zareel
Location: Wayland


The apprentice eyes kept following the Tribune and when she lost sight of her at her back, her antennae tensed to listen for the sound of her footsteps. The anticipation made her move her toes restlessly inside her shoes and play with the empty vial on her hand; the sounds seemed to surround her, she was nervous and she found it difficult to stay still. Footsteps leaving, moving away, where were they going?

Zareel made her way toward the chair slowly after it was offered to her; a good place to ponder all the numerous possibilities for why it would be necessary to sit, none of which were particularly pleasant, but life didn't usually deliver pleasant things out of the blue.

Lady Noxia's voice brought her back from the echoes that came and went and her many thoughts. A game she said, the apprentice saw the dark lady's games in the past and many of them had been painted in bright carmine; they were fun to watch, as to participate in... it depended on your tastes. The dark lord was silent, but it still didn't make her feel any less intimidated.

The footsteps came back, peons returning and more footsteps accompanying them. As she listened to the pertinent details of the contents of the vials, her attention wandered towards the prisoners; they had been brought before them to be observed one by one. What effect would be recognized in each? Her fingers drummed on her knees anxiously.

One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four... She wanted to look at the others, which their reaction was, but suddenly she had that familiar tight knot in her stomach; the feeling she used to feel when testing some new drug on herself. The uncertainty of success or a miserable failure; now she could experience it again but on another specimen in front of her, but only to be prepared to see what would happen to her.

@DarthNoxia , @dragonsith13 , @Metus @DeathKnightD

 

[DeathKnightD]

IC: Varanus Rex
Location: Wayland


He flicked his tongue at the vials opening, the tip lapping up the last, slow falling, drop. As he did so, Varanus noticed the Tribune's gaze scanning him and the others. 'Think she can sense it?' he thought to himself, asking the Voice within his head. 'I would not be surprised if she did.'

'She most likely can, though can you blame her?' The Voice responded, calm acceptance within its tone.

Varanus continued on the thought. 'She would be one of the few remaining that would see it, the pattern that is.'

'Agreed.' The Voice acknowledged. 'Though a pattern of elimination is hard to miss, when only one remains.'

'True.' Varanus thought as the Dark Lady circled behind the trio. He started to turn his head to follow out of habit, but caught himself and returned his gaze forward.

One of his stomachs started to growl softly, demanding more, having been teased by the liquid of the vial. Varanus ignored it, and the fact it had only been a mere hour since he last ate, as the Tribune's voice broke the sound of the steady sound of dripping.

"You'll want to sit." He heard her say. Varanus saw where the Tribune pointed, swearing he caught her Synister smirk as she did.

He took one of the outside seats, and grinned. Varanus thought of the fact that the Tribune had offered them seats. From his history, one is either in high standing with, or in potential trouble from, a situation like this. He had always hated not knowing which, when it came to the masters at The Pit. Here he had become so used to the latter, that it all but brought excitement to the Reptilian.

Varanus chose to keep the Dark Lady within his peripheral vision, on his left side. He watched as she gestured to the trio's guides, who vanished down a corridor just after.

"Let's play a game. Shall we?" The Tribune's voice brought his attention back fully, and he lowered his gaze slightly as she came to be beside the other within the chamber. Varanus had no history with the Dark Lord Immortalis, he just knew he looked forward to finally having a true chance to learn from, let alone interact with the Sith Lord.

His head shifted to the side as the guides returned, though to Varanus' surprise with guests. The three newcomers, were made to kneel before the class, their situation reminiscent of the trio of students when they had arrived.

He turned his attention back to the Tribune, though when he stopped to look upon her, Varanus had his head slightly tipped to the left. The Dark Lady's words repeated in his mind. "I want you to guess which vial you got."

'Really?! Am I allowed near them? Can I smell or taste them?' The thoughts impacted in his mind as Varanus faught the urge to ask such things. To him, these were simple ways to compare a few options, though he felt those teaching may question or simply not allow.

He started to raise a clawed hand but stopped himself. 'The question will wait.' The Voice rang in his mind, deep and firm.

'Agreed' Varanus responded via thought to The Voice as he turned his gaze toward the silent figure in the room, before returning it to the three kneeling before them. 'Patience indeed.'


( @DarthNoxia , @dragonsith13 , @Metus , @Zareel Jhenan´doka )

 

[Metus]

IC: Metus Aurelius
Location: Wayland

Everything grew tense. The air became heavy, the walls seemed to close in. This wasn’t the contents of the vial doing its work but merely the anticipation, made more intense with every step of Lady Noxias foot on the stone beneath that echoed through the chamber.

Three chairs were set out before them, the Tribune suggesting they all make themselves comfortable. As Metus took his seat his gaze moved to three acolytes standing at the far end of the chamber. Curious it was to the Corellian, were they test subjects? The answer came quickly as they disappeared into a passage to the side of them only to reappear in front of the students. In tow were three other individuals. Their hands bound, blinded by rags wrapped about their heads.

As the prisoners were paraded before the three Sith Tribune Noxia began to divulge the situation they had come to put themselves in.

Three students, each with a vile they had drank. Three prisoners kneeling in front of them. Each of the captives had been given a vile each also, each one corresponding to one of the students in the chamber.

“Once you see the effect, I want you to guess which vial you got.” Darth Noxia said with a wink. A puzzle, it had to be. Each of the vials must have been tailored to the students. But why? And how so? It was about to become a game of deduction. Metus eyed the prisoners intently, watching for the slightest change. Would it be subtle? Sudden and violent? Everything seemed to fade out as he watched, and waited for the first sign that the game would begin.

@DarthNoxia @dragonsith13 @Zareel Jhenan´doka @DeathKnightD

 

[DarthNoxia]

IC: Darth Noxia
Location: Wayland


The Tribune eyed the three students. The mood in the stone chamber seemed to darken as they considered their situations. Zareel looked pensive as she watched the prisoners. Perhaps she already had an idea as to what would befall her in the near future? Varanus’s twitchy movements seemed to indicate curiosity and Metus looked upon the prisoners with a focused intensity.

By the time Noxia had circled back in front of the group, one of the prisoners had begun to shiver uncontrollably. The Acolyte behind him struck him hard in the back of the head. Yellow bile poured from his lips as he hunched over, vomiting from an empty stomach. The very skin covering his bones seemed to shift from beneath like a thousand insects crawling underneath it.
Noxia knew what was coming and shot a roguish glance at Draconis, who still sat, patient as ever, like a statue shrouded in shadow. She folded her arms and glanced between the convulsing prisoner and the students.

A sharp, pinkish spike protruded out through the prisoner’s eye socket. He screamed as blood began to drip from the wound, his eyeball seeming to hang from a thread of tendons over his cheek. Another small spike burst from his neck, and another through his temple. All over his body, small barbs began erupting from his flesh, growing slowly as the layers of skin peeled back all over. He shrieked and writhed in pain in a growing pool of his own bodily fluids.

“I do hope one of you will die with more dignity”, Noxia said, rolling her eyes at the dramatic display. “Any guesses as to what fate has befallen our friend here?” She scanned the three students, seated at the table. “Any ideas at all?” She pressed.

@dragonsith13 @Metus @DeathKnightD @Zareel Jhenan´doka

 

[Zareel Jhenan´doka]

IC: Apprentice Zareel
Location: Wayland

Zareel took some moments to look at Varanus and Knight Metus, trying in some way to read something on their reactions too; maybe any kind of sign that could show her if they knew what was going to happen later. There was no use; they didn't seem to know more than she did, for now.

Just when she had started to accommodate again on her chair, something caught her attention; one of the prisoners was shivering.

Apparently, he wasn't able to control his own body anymore; was shaking so hard that the acolyte behind had to hit him to keep him still. The prisoner had consumed something earlier, that was what the Tribune had said before but what was it? She shifted forward in her seat, leaning over to get a better look at what he had thrown up. Was merely bile apparently, could be just for the punch, lack of feeding in recent times or a side effect of what he had ingested.

Next, the skin of the man was... moving? Zareel's eyes opened wide, that was unusual. But her heart started to pound on her chest when something emerged from his eye socket; she shifted again, standing barely on the edge of her seat not wanting to lose any detail.

A faint smile appeared on her lips as she mentally reviewed each potential cause to what she was seeing on the prisoner; her hands were now clasped on her knees. She squeezed the fabric of her pants as the spikes emerged from the man's body, repressing the urge to take a closer look.

She ignored the horrid screams, the torturous pain, the agony suffered by that unfortunate individual; the whole process and the way in which those things emerged from under his skin had her completely captivated. The Balosar gave another glance to the other participants, which ended in the tribune; while looking at her, Zareel instantly remembered a more than significant detail, that could happen to her or one of the other two.

The questions of the Dark Lady made her seat correctly again; her smile vanished, inevitably as she focused too much on something she had started biting her lower lip. "A parasitic vine? Or maybe an insect?" She looked back down at the prisoner now lying on the ground immobile."It's as if something had hatched inside him, but... " She reached out her hand towards the body on the ground, but returned it to her own chest, unsure of what it was yet. "I remember an insect that did something similar, but only on corpses."

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[Metus]

IC: Metus Aurelius
Location: Wayland

Metus’s heart pounded in his chest at the sight of the spike erupting from the prisoners eye socket. It wasn’t shock at the gory fate of the poor soul beginning to unfold, but the thought that this concoction had been administered to one of the three. That it might possibly have been coursing through his own veins at that very moment.

He watched as the prisoner morphed into a mass of spines, blood and bile. Scouring the recesses of his mind Metus couldn’t recall any poison he’d heard or read about that did this. But this was alchemy, an art of often creating something greater than the sum of its parts. It surely wouldn’t be a single toxin that was responsible would it? The fear of being destined for the same fate subsided, the inquisitive nature of the Corellian taking over. Leaning forward to rest his arms horizontally on the table, his chin sitting atop his clasped hands. Watching the prisoner writhe in agony.

“Any guesses as to what fate has befallen our friend here?” The Tribune asked of the students.

“No concrete ideas, my Lady…” said Metus straitening back up in his seat. “I couldn’t tell you what specific concoction that was used, but I could take a stab at the mechanisms involved. Perhaps… some sort of venom to bind in the bloodstream, carried to the muscles and extremity blood vessels in the skin.” But the strike to the back of the prisoners head, what was the significance there? He’d began to shiver violently before hand, as if he were reacting to something. Or perhaps it were just fear? “Is there a secondary component? Something that needs a catalyst to take effect. Like a sudden surge in adrenaline from physical trauma…”

He paused for a moment. “My best guess is some kind of venom or toxin derived from a creature in conjunction with a spore or some type of mineral. But again, as for the specifics I am unfortunately at a complete loss.”
@DarthNoxia @dragonsith13 @DeathKnightD @Zareel Jhenan´doka

 

[DeathKnightD]

IC: Varanus Rex

Location: Wayland

"What the Kark!" The words escaped his lips before he even realized, as his eyes went wide with amazement and surprise. Varanus watched as a pinkish spike grew from the noisy beings eye socket, if not for restraint he would have chuckled aloud, for the eye now dangled from the unnatural growth.

As more sprouted from the writhing mass Varanus sat back in his chair, resting his left elbow upon its rest, his chin atop a mostly closed hand. His thumb under his chin, the index finger running up and down his left cheek. 'Look smart all you want Lad, you're kriffed.' The Voice broke the awe that currently stalled the Reptilian.

'Aye. Though it does not change the fact I want to know how.' Varanus thought to The voice, his toothy grin returning to house face. 'And more importantly, how to recreate' He focused his gaze on the sight before him, as if to point for the Voice to focus on the wonderment. Unknown to him, his eyes pulsed their amber glow, the excitement of the thought fueling him. 'For them.'

Varanus listened to the others with their thoughts on the matter, and his grin grew. One talked of insects, the other spores. The Barabel was intrigued by such and offered the only thing that came to mind, be it futile or not.


Varanus sat upright and spoke slow, his mind being dar from it. "You both make me wonder if it's not a combination of both. Depending on the reaction from the hystomeme, using the natural inflammation response as a catalyst. To either a rapid growth of a parasitic like organism, or insect based growthssss." He stopped himself, as he caught himself pushing past his full understanding of the pieces the others had brought. "The pairings of too many unknown variablesss is my problem." He paused, nodding softly. "But I wouldn't be surprised if you're both onto something."

Varanus returned his gaze to the Dark Lady and her silent companion. As he looked back to the mangled mass he said. "Kriff that's beautiful."

@DarthNoxia @dragonsith13 @Metus @Zareel Jhenan´doka