Event THE STORMS OF NYRIAAN: TEMPEST TOURNAMENT (Open to participation from all Houses)

[corinthia]

On the chaotic world of Nyriaan, a dangerous storm is brewing; High Priestess Hesper, flying the green-and-bronze Hesperian banner, calls forth those who believe themselves worthy enough to compete in a perilous tournament of strength, aptitude in the Force, logic, and knowledge.

Do you believe you have what it takes to prevail?

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TEMPEST TOURNAMENT

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The Tempest Tournament will be a test of the Empire's finest Sith's mettle. In this tournament event, participants will be thrust into a Battle Royale-style competition with no weapons or armor, and have to fight their way to the center of a twisted labyrinth packed with hidden traps, tricksy puzzles, baffling lore questions, ferocious beasts, and of course, the other participants-- all while suffering through the turbulent environment of Nyriaan. With violent storms boasting torrential rain, winds up to 100 miles per hour, and strange anomalies in the Force which weaken Force abilities, participants will be at the utter mercy of the environment.

The guidelines of this tournament are as follows:

1. All participants will be leveled to Level 6. Stat sheets must be approved by High Priestess Hesper and posted in the Tempest Tournament resource thread.​
2. All participants will be stripped of ALL weaponry and ALL armor. Participants may be outfitted in only simple Sith robes.​
3. This tournament will be GMed and overseen by a panel of overseers consisting of Emperor Dreadwar the Magnificent, High Priestess Hesper, Lord Kain, and the Lorekeeper.​
4. Encounters with the environment (puzzles, traps, knowledge questions, Sith beasts, other players) MUST be resolved in four rounds or less. If at the end of four rounds the encounter is not resolved, the overseers will make a call. Non-responsive players will be removed from the tournament after two missed rounds.​
5. Participants are allowed two failed encounters before they are eliminated. Eliminated players will be escorted out of the labyrinth by a squadron of Hesperian Arch Troopers.​
6. Participants may make up to 30 feet of movement per turn. Consult the labyrinth map for your direction and distance options. You MUST make it to the center of the labyrinth to be considered for the GRAND PRIZE.​
7. Weapons will be distributed at random throughout the labyrinth for participants to find. Participants may carry up to three found weapons.​

The last participant left standing in the center of the labyrinth will be the GRAND PRIZE WINNER, and will receive the following prizes:

A cash prize of 10,000 credits.

The honorary title WRATH OF THE TEMPEST.

And the EYE OF EVENING, a one-of-a-kind sword hand-forged in the fires of the Cursed Forge of Korriban by the High Priestess herself. The Eye of Evening grants its wielder a permanent +2 stat bonus to nearly any singular ability of the grand prize winner's choosing, so long as the sword is in their possession. Ownership of the Eye of Evening may not be transferred, lest the transferee be cursed...

The second place participant will receive the following prize:

A cash prize of 3,000 credits.

There are no prerequisites for participating in this tournament; up to twelve participants may sign up to compete in this tournament. Houses may put forth multiple contenders.

* ~ All Dark Councilors are cordially invited to spectate the tournament from the Overseer's Suite at the top of the tower overlooking the labyrinth. Hors d'oeuvres and refreshments will be provided. ~ *

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To sign up for this tournament, please PM @corinthia here or on Messenger.

Best of luck -- May darkness guide you.​

 

[corinthia]

THE TEMPEST TOURNAMENT - COMMENCEMENT

IC: High Priestess Hesper, Hierarch of the Hesperians
Nyriaan wilderness - Evening
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A violent storm was roiling-- thunder crashed and lightning splashed its sinister light over the desolate, luminescent landscape of Nyriaan. Winds whipped and wailed, screaming threats of death, and hot, humid rain pounded the heads of any unfortunate being trapped outside in its aggression. In the midst of it all, a gleaming tower stood, polished to shine like a mirror; it acted as a lightning rod, and electricity arcing from the storms overhead crackled down its length. At its base was a grand pointed archway, framed by flapping Hesperian banners and large braziers that roared with orange flame, even against the wind and rain. In an expansive suite not quite at the zenith of this tower, High Priestess Hesper stood, clad in a satin gown of the inkish emerald color of the Hesperians. Her head was held high, golden hair hanging free down her spine, and she gazed out of the broad, floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked where the tournament would be taking place.

She looked to her left after a long moment, where the Hesperians themselves-- save for one-- stood. There was Dark Lady Traya, Master Xarxes, and Hesper's own apprentice, Nacros Telcontare. Regarding them with an odd glimmer of warmth in her silver eye, she turned and regarded the room. She had invited members of the Dark Council to enjoy spectating the soon-to-begin tournament, and had servants draped in emerald velvet finery standing by at the ready to serve bite-sized hors d'oeuvres and drinks in fine crystal on hammered bronzium platters to the Dark Lords and her guests. The Councilors were still arriving, it seemed.

To her right would be the three other overseers she had selected to aid her in judging and assembling the menagerie of tribulations the tournament participants would face in the labyrinth down below. They were Emperor Dreadwar the Magnificent, dark and powerful in his countenance, Dark Lord Kain, and her old friend the Lorekeeper. Each had put forth trials tailored to their interests and expertise-- Hesper knew that the participants would truly be facing quite the undertaking in the labyrinth.

Stories below the watchtower suite, to the south, was a rough hewn area in which a circular stone labyrinth had been erected for this very occasion. It had twelve entrances around its perimeter, each leading through multiple paths to four exits into a wide arena where the final duels would take place, should any survive long enough to reach it. Each participant would begin at a different entrance and work their way inward-- indeed, they were already beginning to assemble. They were various members of various Houses, though not all were represented. Among them were Knight Meliae Gwinwyndd of House Feros, Apprentice Kint Dranlor of House Dreadwar, Apprentice Kielor of House Cruor, Apprentice Loharr Talem of House Tenebris, Darth Halcyon and Acolyte Silenius Lune of House Halcyon, and the Priestess' own Knight Pallas Acherjon of the Hesperians.

The participants had been ferried down to the planet's surface by Laser Transport Array, a shuttle following a beamed signal from the surface to guide it through Nyriaan's thick, strange atmosphere. On this shuttle, the participants were stripped of their weapons, armor, and tech, and were each given a set of simple woven robes, and a map of the labyrinth drawn on real paper.

When the shuttle landed a click south from the labyrinth, the participants were hustled from the shuttle by cloaked and helmed Arch Troopers, the Priestess' own squadron of soldiers, and taken individually to separate entrances to the labyrinth. There was no indication as to which entrance each person was standing at-- yet. The ground beneath their feet was simply plain, soaking wet stone, and none of the walls in their vision bore any mark, either. Already, too, the rain and winds bore down upon them, a steady storm.

Above, High Priestess Hesper smiled. She would wait until her guests had arrived to announce the start of the tournament and allow the participants to enter the labyrinth. Turning from the great window, she gestured for a server to bring her a flute of wine. Soon, the tournament would begin.

TAG: @Raineyday88, @Kint Dranlor, @Loharr Talem, @Samwise, @Kielor, @G.Kn, @Danatar Vek

@Darth Dreadwar, @Darth Kain, @Darth Cruor

Participants, make your posts arriving at the labyrinth. When all are assembled, the tournament will begin.

Good luck!


* Refer to the Tempest Tournament Resource Thread for a labyrinth map with grid overlay.​

 

[Darth Kain]

IC: Darth Kain, Beloved Prince of the Stars
Nyriaan Wilderness

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It seemed that the sky itself lamented at the horrors to come on this night. Thunder roared in defiance while lightning sparked light across the horizon. But the darkness of the Sith present would not be pushed away. Howling winds and torrential downpour would not dissuade them. Some had come to fight for glory. Some had come to cheer on their favorites.

The Beloved Prince of the Stars had come to watch.

The sheer heat that radiated from the Dark Lord prevented a single drop of rain from touching his finely-tailored suit, as the water evaporated only inches from his person. He stood beside Lady Hesper, the architect of this grand game, contrasting her bright, blonde locks with his short, dark hair. His beard had been allowed to grow a bit longer than usual, though it was common knowledge now that such features were but an illusion, blanketing over the horrifying visage that lay beneath. There was a peculiar reflection to his eyes, caused by the roaring braziers that survived despite the rain, just as Kain was.
The esteemed individuals that Kain found himself surrounded by were, without a shadow of a doubt, the most powerful beings in the galaxy, barring a select few that had been unable to attend. Enemies of the Eternal Sith Empire would have been wise to attack while so many powerhouses were in close proximity, for even the loss of one would be a grand victory. But the enemies of the Empire were cowards, all of them. From the Jedi, hiding behind their corrupt Federation, to the True Sith, hiding in the Unknown Regions with the hope of striking at some opportune time.
The Eternal Sith Empire would never fall to cowards.

Darth Kain had aided Lady Hesper in the construction of this maze, sprinkling in traps and riddles that would threaten the lives of the contestants within. Only the wisest and most powerful of Sith would survive, such was the goal of the overseers: Darth Hesper, Darth Dreadwar, Darth Kain, and the Lorekeeper.
Though Kain would have been happier if the Lorekeeper had decided to stand just a bit further away; the stench was enough to tempt Kain into throwing the source of the odor off the side of this lovely tower.

A smile had come to the face of Lady Hesper, one of anticipation and amusement. A similar grin erected itself on the face of Lord Kain, who was eager to begin the slaughter.

 

[Samwise]

Silenius Lune had felt the storm from within the ship. Watching the ramp and door to the transport ship open. The sound of the howling wind fills his ears from it entering through the exit door. He wasted no time exiting the ship. Feeling the hot rain touch his face with each drop.

His personal robes, the ones he had started with as an acolyte, was hardly any different from the robes handed out to everyone else. The only difference was, he did not like hoods. He despised hoods because he did not like his sight obscured. He learned to utilize his peripheral sights to help him when he was younger. Made him a bit more aware of his surroundings.

Though, with only a brief look at the paper map on the transport ship, the rain did not help much as the robes were absorbing the moisture from the rain.

The rain never bothered him, nor did the wind. He favors the elements. All four of the elements. Earth. Wind. Fire. Water.

The warm rain felt welcoming, at least what it had felt to him. Embracing the heat, and moisture. To be one with the elements. He had studied on Kro Var beforehand, so it felt natural to him.

So, Silenius followed the Hesperian guards to his position. Each step with his shoes filling with water. He chuckled at the thought to sign up for a tournament. Clearly not knowing what he will be facing. Though, it made him more excited.

Wanting to prove himself to the Empire, to shine above the other Acolytes in the Empire to seek a master.


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Silenius arrived at his position shortly, not knowing which entrance he will be starting at. Not yet at least. He began to think of how many possible solutions there would be. Thinking of how many strategies he would have to use. Preparing himself for anything that may come forth.

"Here we go." He whispered to himself. Some droplets of rain touched his tongue when he whispered to himself. A grin creeps onto his face. The wind blowing his wet hair.

He stared up to the tower in the center. Admiring the beauty of it as the lightning struck it. At least the tip of the tower, from what he can see. "That is the center. It must be." He said to himself

 

[Loharr Talem]

Upon the shuttle, Loharr sat. Calm, quiet, meditating. He was thinking about possible challenges that would lie ahead of him. About the possibility of having to fight other competitors. A few of these competitors did not bother him. Two he had previously fought against in duels, despite having lost both, though he was confident in his skills since they had fought. Two others he hoped to never encounter on the field of battle. But that hope, or more rather, fear, he could not show. He could not give any potential enemy anything to use against himself.

Suddenly, the shuttle rumbled and shook as it landed, so he opened his eyes and stood. Looking around, he spotted the map of the labyrinth on the table, so he looked at it. Studied it. Memorizing every single aspect and detail he could remember. With all he could memorize now in his head, as best he could get it at least, he turned his attention to his robes for a moment.

His robes were different than the ones he had worn prior. The robes he preferred to wear, but these were fine. He tried to think of the similarities between these robes and his own. There wasn't much. The ramp to the shuttle hissed as it opened, and the sound of the rain filled the air.

He made his way to the ramp, where he followed a group of Hesperian Guards that then went on to guide him to his starting position.

With each step he took, small splashes erupted. The moisture from the rain above and around him, as well as the puddles below him soaked into his robes and boots. He could feel the weight of the robes gradually increasing due to the saturation from the rain. He had to be careful. Exerting himself too much with weighted clothes would only quicken his exhaustion, which he would need. He knew not what challenges lay before him, only that he should expect the unexpected.

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After a time, Loharr and the Hesperian Guards had finally arrived at the starting position. Loharr looked around, not seeing markers of any kind to inform him of which entrance he was at. It was interesting to say the least. So he did the one thing he could think of.

He knelt down, in a meditative position, and waited.

He would focus, not just on what was in front of him, but on what was around him. What made which sounds, and from where. What direction was the wind blowing. Small details to be sure, but possible important ones.

Before him, standing high above the center of the labyrinth before him, was the tower. Or rather, the top of it. That was his goal, his final objective. He must reach the center. Not for the title, the sword, nor for the credits, but to prove he could.

Though... he would admit the title would be an interesting one to have.

 

[Omegon]

IC: Kint Dranlor 𝝰
Location: Nyriaan Wilderness, outside the maze

The shuttle doors hissed open, and from the ramp stepped the 7’8” monstrosity that was Apprentice Dranlor. He had brought with him nothing but a set of loose fitting robes which he had now exchanged for the woven cloth the Hesperian servants had offered him. He had been awaiting this challenge for months, feeding on the rumors he had heard of a contest of cunning and strength.

He had been meditating, training, studying, and preparing for the past 2 weeks, and yet he knew he could have done more. One can never truly do enough preparation, but then, perhaps it was better this way. Now, he would have to adapt, grow, and learn. He did not speak to his competitors, but instead stared down at the map, memorizing its every twist and turn. Taking his place at his assigned entrance, he glanced into the maze, trying to make out the twists or turns, and comparing them to the map to see if he could determine where he was, as well as the locations of everyone else, keeping track of everything in an ever-shifting analysis of what to do and where to turn.

Kint smiled, kneeling and lifting a handful of the soil. It was a good day to fight, a good day to win, a good day to die. His lips peeled back in a cold, calculating smile that did not reach his eyes; Victory would be his at any cost. This, just like the dueling tournament, was nothing more than a chance to prove himself to the empire at large, and it was a chance he refused to waste.

 

[G.Kn]

IC: Knight Pallas, Dread Hesperian
Location: Nyriaan

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Pallas had meditated for days with the Nexus Crystal prior to this. Soaking himself in the hatred, fear and pain that echoed through it. Days had been spent nuturing the darkness within the s'kytri, honing it into a weapon. A tool. Preparations to make sure they were ready. Chaos, they'd even gone through some of their old articles and the like, wanting to retain as much knowledge as they might need for the challenges ahead.

As they changed on the transport descending it was revealed the Dread Hesperian had applied bits of emerald chalk powder to their body. The Sorcerer wanted to make sure they represented their house after all, and blue looks so good with green. Once they had been given the map, Pallas glanced over it, doing their best to memorize it, before slipping it under their robes. Paper was easily destroyed by weather like this after all.

Speaking of the weather, a quick glance outside told the s'kytri it would not play nice if they wanted to utilise their flight skills. It would take a bit of extra effort via the Force if Pallas sought to employ their wings properly. The other issue here was those who had set the tasks. As Head of Propaganda the Sorcerer had read and researched many topics, they had spent weeks in libraries at a time. That being said, those who had a hand in arranging this put Pallas' knowledge to shame. Frankly they looked forward to the challenge.

The Winged Sith was escorted by the Arch Troopers to his entrance. They were tempted to make idle conversation with the soldiers, but frankly that would ruin the atmosphere. This event was a grand one. Pallas was well aware of Lady Hesper's excitement on the matter, and if their Lady was excited then it boded well for the level of interest in the event. The rain quickly sought to soak the knight as they left the dryness of the shuttle, but the Dread Hesperian did not mind. They had flown in rainstorms before, perhaps not on this scale, but they had flown them all the same. It gets cold high in the sky. Besides, if needs be Pyrokinesis would warm them up.

They readied themself for the starting signal. No matter which entrance Pallas was at, they had to start by going forward. Blue lips curled back to reveal an almost vicious grin. Eyes glowing like twin pits of molten gold. Danger lay ahead of the Sith, but was whatever waiting ready for the threat of Pallas? Thunder boomed seemingly in response, the world itself chuckling as if to say 'We'll see.'

The Dread Hesperian was ready.

 

[corinthia]

REMINDER: Please post using the standard IC header.

 

[Raineyday88]

--IC Meliae Gwinwyndd, Iron Knight--
-Location: Nyriaan

The Iron Knight spent many moons holed up within her personal study gleaning any information she could about the planet she was headed towards, and the trials she might face. When she wasn't studying she was training in her jungle, Meliae knew it would be nothing like the maze she would soon enter, but her force abilities would need to be top notch for this competition.

Meliae had been informed of the instructions of the maze, no weapons, no armor, no tech. This suited the Sylphe quite well for she almost never used tech or armor, she would miss her chakrams though. They not only were a versital weapon but they held what little sentiment Meliae had in the Galaxy.

She held them in her hand as she fell into a flashback to her younger, more simple years.

She thought back to her father forged her these chakrams when Meliae was but a treenager, when she graduated from their own version of primary school. They spent grueling hours over the forges creating these weapons out of the finest songsteel on Sylvia IV. She would need them when she joined their own trial to become one of the tribals elders. They

Meliae held the chakrams in her hands and firmly gripped them in her hand. She brought the circular weapons up to her chest in an X shaped formation before releasing a battle cry that echoed throughout the entirety of the jungle, within the Hand of Feros.

She was ready. Ready to prove herself to the Tempest, her judges, and to herself. She boarded the shuttle and left to the storm riddled land of Nyriaan.


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Meliae sat in the shuttle, channeling her nerves of flying into her force energy. She had poor history with space ships in the past but this would not wreck her focus. The vines woman would use it as fuel to the eternal flame residing within her.

The Dark Sylphe looked outside the windows to see a beautiful storm brewing outside. She grew up in a jungle where it was humid and stormy quite often. This was ideal for her. As she left the ship with the guards she stood before the humongous maze reveling in the competition that was about to commence.

She lifted her hands in the air and tilted her head up to the sky to allow the stormy weather to water her entire body. Meliae's flowers, vines, and leaves sprang to life as the water soaked into her skin. She looked like a terrifying plant monster and relished in the storm as her eyes began to glow a dark Amber. The foliage covered her typically sparkling glow, which would be good for evasion while in the maze.

She brought her hands down, placing them at the small of her back and stood in parade rest, awaiting the others to arrive.

 

[Danatar Vek]

IC: Darth Halcyon – House Halcyon
Location: Nyriaan


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Halcyon stood within the shuttles hold, softly swaying in time with the ships motions as it made its way through the atmosphere of Nyriaan. He watched the storm roil and thunder around the small ship, the flashes of lighting as they impact against the gleaming tower off in the distance. The vessel bucked, but the man kept his footing having lived a life aboard starships. He did not bring his armour, or his technology, and quickly changed into the set of simple robes.

He had been a late addition to the roster of the tournament, with Halcyon deciding to go all in and try and win some victory for his House, win some honour. Some respect. Words, opinions and rumours had tarnished him and his House and he would abide it no longer. He would regain that honour, whether it be through victory or the blood of his enemies. He would give it his everything, every ounce of strength and determination. He was ready for this. Focused.

He accepted the offered map, feeling the texture of the real paper beneath his fingers. He scans it, idly glancing out of the shuttle into the lashing rain, deciding to try and memorise it in case the rain destroys it. There where many entrances, dead ends and god only know what else within it’s labyrinthine bounds. He knew the severity of the Tournament, knew it could easily end his life… it thrilled him, got his blood pumping.

The shuttle touched down, easing on its struts, its passenger ramp lowers and the participants file out into the lashing rain and thunder, robes instantly drenching with the cascading water. He didn’t look at the others, didn’t acknowledge their existence, he simply followed his assigned squad of Arch Troopers to a seemly random and unnumbered entrance. The floor and the walls where plain stone, glistening in the storm light, he had no idea where he was in relation to the map but was confident he could quickly work it out and make his way to the centre.

He stood, and waited. Tilting his face up into the rain, closing his eyes and letting the water run down his face in rivulets. He opened his green eyes staring out and up into the skies, watching the lighting sheet in great waves across the sky. This… now this was his environment. He felt the static on his skin, felt the energy within the atmosphere. The Tempest. The Storm.

He waited, ready, laughing into the storm.

 

[Kielor]

IC: Kielor, Death Apprentice
Location: Nyriaan

As he boarded the shuttle Kielor took note of his opponents; they were formidable, more experienced than himself. Most were well known, and had established their places in the Empire. Kielor had only discovered the Empire half an orbital cycle earlier, and only recently had he been claimed by Lady Invadator to become an Apprentice. Prior to the Empire he had been a well experienced mercenary, although he had always worked as part of a team, and certainly not faced such powerful opponents. This challenge was definitely stepping it up several notches, but Kielor had never been one to take the easy road; in fact he relished challenges. Through challenging oneself we find growth. He’d always thought.

It was not just to test himself that he had signed on for this challenge. The prize was what he desired. He had been a lowly Acolyte for a long time. Opportunities to advance had been slim and well contested, until The General had claimed him. Even now, he was but a lowly Apprentice, and he hungered for greater power. The Eye of Evening would allow him greater strength in an ability of his choosing. It’s power would persist as he progressed through the ranks of the Empire, granting him a significant ongoing advantage. It was beautiful. It was powerful. He lusted for it.

In addition, a win would grant him an enormous volume clout; and for a lowly Sith Apprentice, clout was very high in value.

Silently donning the woven robes which would be his garb for the event, the cloth caressed his skin in a familiar way. He claimed one of the maps which depicted the arena for this challenge and strapped himself into the crash webbing to settle in for the descent; using the time to pour over the details of the map. There were far too many bends and turns to be able to effectively memorise the entire layout. If he knew his starting point that would be different, he could plan a path; but with twelve potential points of origin it would be futile to attempt to memorise the entire map. There were points worth committing to memory though; and so he did.

The shuttle rocked a little as it made it’s way through the hostile atmosphere, jostling periodically before setting down for a surprisingly smooth landing. As the boarding ramp lowered the wind burst dramatically into the hold; humid and wet air roiled inside, spraying shattered droplets of rain into the vessel. Kielor folded the map and rolled it tightly, tucking it into his robes to try to keep it dry. He exited the shuttle last, following Master Halcyon out onto the Nyriaan ground to be escorted by the Arch Troopers to the labyrinth where the challenge would be fought.

The driving rain whipped the group as they led Kielor to his destination. The sky lit repeatedly by the staccato flashes of lightning blasting the gleaming tower that was central to the field, just north of the labyrinth where the contest would be fought.

He was drenched, arriving at his allotted entrance to the circular stone labyrinth. Like the rain pouring down on Nyriaan, forming into rivulets and gathering in velocity, his nerves flooded his entire being. He was excited, nervous, even scared perhaps; but he was ready. He was strong. Agile. Capable. It was time to show it. Not just to the Empire and those esteemed guests who would spectate, but also to himself.

 

[corinthia]

IC: High Priestess Hesper, Hierarch of the Hesperians
Nyriaan Wilderness - Overseer's Suite ​

Lightning arced dangerously across the sky, casting those standing at the window of the Overseer's Suite in sinister white light for a flickering moment. High Priestess Hesper looked out across the labyrinth as the last of the participants were led into place by her Arch Troopers, and raised her crystal flute of wine to her lips, tossing back the last of its contents before passing the flute off to a servant. Seven participants... yet there could only be one.

Behind her, on a pedestal in the center of the suite, was the prize: the Eye of Evening, a spectacular blade forged by her own hand of alchemized meteorite and bronzium, with a perfectly spherical dark green and flashing blue gemstone nearly the size of her fist set into its hilt. This was a worthy blade, and would soon belong to a worthy Sith.

Each participant was now in their place. Hesper delicately wrung her hands before producing a handheld device. She spoke into it, and it projected her voice all across the labyrinth so each Sith waiting to enter the maze could hear her perfectly well, even against the din of the burgeoning storm.

"Welcome," she said, her voice booming. "The tournament shall now begin. The rules are simple: you must fight your way to the center of the labyrinth, defeating anything-- and anyone-- in your path. If you are defeated twice, you will be removed from the maze by my Arch Troopers. Though you have been stripped of your weapons and armor, there will be simple weapons hidden throughout the labyrinth for you to find." She grinned. "Good luck, and may darkness guide you all." As swiftly as she had produced the microphone device, she put it away.

Raising her arms, palms up as if in reverent prayer, Hesper beheld the labyrinth before her. Then, suddenly, she took on an aura of ominous strength, and curled her fingers into snarling claws, her blinded eye glimmering with malice-- and with a great CRACK, the ground before each participant abruptly sunk to reveal the number of the entrance they stood at, etched deep into rock by the Priestess' telekinetic skill.

The tournament had begun.

TAG: @Raineyday88, @Kint Dranlor, @Loharr Talem, @Samwise, @Kielor, @G.Kn, @Danatar Vek

@Darth Dreadwar, @Darth Kain, @Darth Cruor


Participants: Check your PM inbox for your labyrinth entrance number.

In order for the events of the tournament to unfold in a natural way, please do not share your number with other participants. ​

 

[G.Kn]

IC: Knight Pallas
Nyriaan Maze

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As far as Pallas was aware, the s'kytri was sworn to three of the judges. The Sorcerer was of Dreadwar, of the Hesperians, and of the Ministry of Propaganda. While they had now succeeded Lord Kain as the Sphere's leader, Pallas knew if the son of Abeloth asked, the sith would stand at the man's side and walk into Chaos itself. Admittedly, Pallas didn't recall having a connection to one known as the Lorekeeper, it felt on brand for the s'kytri to care what such an individual thought. Hence the Sorcerer's intent to put on a good showing.

At the end of the day, this was merely a race with extra steps. With that in mind, a beat of their wings sent Pallas rushing forwards down the left corridor. Almost immediately taking a right, power balled up ready just in case. The voices that usually accompanied the knight were quiet, it made sense due to the lack of amulet, but the Dread Hesperian almost felt empty without the echoes. Without their hate.

Pallas took another left, moving as swiftly as they could. The s'kytri used their wings to glide over the surface of the maze floor, that way they wouldn't have to worry about pit falls or pressure pads. Though admittedly, based on the task masters of this maze they and a feeling that any sensor would relate more to registered force energy than any physical weight. Chaos, they might just be chosing when to trigger traps from their viewing station. Though Pallas would be a fool to simply believe that and leave it to chance.

The Dread Hesperian breathed deeply and calmly as they made their way towards the gap in the wall on their right. The sorcerer's power swelling as they readied telekinetic power to deal with any surprises. Pallas traced the back of their teeth with their tongue. This tournament had only just begun, but already the knight could feel excitement crackling in the air around them.

...though admittedly that could be the lightning.

 

[Samwise]

IC: Acolyte Silenius Lune
Location: Nyriaan Wilderness - Entrance to the Labyrinth

Silenius felt the ground move by his feet, making him look down as his number was revealed. Smiling as he kneels down, moving his left hand over the pocket with the map. He had one advantage that he was aware of, using his powers to be able to look at the map.

His hand began to move with a fluid motion outwards, extracting only water from the entrance of the pocket and the paper of the map. Immediately drying the area within the storm. His right hand began to move in a fluid motion as well to create a dry bubble around him. Holding back the water from the storm.

With the water extracted from his pocket, and the paper using hydrokinesis, he pulled the map out with his left hand. "Why memorize the entire map when all you have to memorize is your area?" He asked himself. He took a good moment to memorize his route. Repeating it multiple times in his head so he does not forget it.

The amount of power he used to do that was a bit of power, enough to where he is choosing to not rush into the Labyrinth. He wanted to save his energy as much as he could as he walked into the entrance, releasing the bubble and the map as he memorized his route.

He looked for a brief moment to his left as he began to turn right. Looking forward after making sure that he had a glimpse of his surroundings. Expecting anything to come forth in the Labyrinth.

Power used: Hydrokinesis - 3

Tag: @corinthia

 

[Loharr Talem]

~IC: Loharr Talem, Shadow Apprentice~
~Nyriaan, Tempest Tournament Labyrinth Entrance~

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As Loharr sat in his meditative position, the voice of Tribune Hesper boomed all around him.

"Welcome," she said, "The tournament shall now begin. The rules are simple: you must fight your way to the center of the labyrinth, defeating anything-- and anyone-- in your path. If you are defeated twice, you will be removed from the maze by my Arch Troopers. Though you have been stripped of your weapons and armor, there will be simple weapons hidden throughout the labyrinth for you to find." She grinned. "Good luck, and may darkness guide you all."

After her voice cut off, the ground before him rumbled. He lowered his gaze to the floor in front of him as a number appeared in the ground. He took a deep breath as he stood up, taking a couple steps forward. He stopped as he passed the threshold of the labyrinth. He looked left, he looked right. He thought for a moment, pulling out the map, and quickly found his number. He leaned over the map, using his body to block as much rain from hitting the parchment as he could, though it wasn't very efficient.

He saw his route, took note of the immediate path before him, and a little bit further, to reduce the amount of times he needed to pull the map out. If it got too drenched, then it would be rendered quite useless.

He stashed the map into his robes, hoping that would at least keep some moisture off it, and started heading to the left.

He walked at a hurried pace, but not quite at a run or a jog, following the wall of the labyrinth. The rain continued to pour down and Loharr could feel his boots getting gradually more and more drenched. As he walked, his path came to a stop before him, but opened to his right and continue on a parallel path to the one he just took So, he turned and began to head down that next segment of path before him.

Before going too much further down this next stretch, Loharr stopped and looked around, examining his surroundings, hoping to find something of use, as Tribune Hesper mentioned mere minutes ago.

Although, with all the rain coming down, his visibility wasn't 100%, but it seemed enough to scan his surroundings.

 

[Danatar Vek]

IC: Darth Halcyon – House Halcyon
Location: Nyriaan


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Halcyon opened his eyes as the booming voice of Lady Hesper crashed over the storm, overcoming its ferocity with her own.

"Welcome," she said, "The tournament shall now begin. The rules are simple: you must fight your way to the center of the labyrinth, defeating anything-- and anyone-- in your path. If you are defeated twice, you will be removed from the maze by my Arch Troopers. Though you have been stripped of your weapons and armor, there will be simple weapons hidden throughout the labyrinth for you to find." He could hear the grin in her voice. "Good luck, and may darkness guide you all."

With that, a crack resounded around the maze. Halcyon looked down to see the stone in front of him split and shatter revealing his number. So close to his lucky number… and he remembered the route he had mapped out for it. He toyed with the idea of double checking the map… but chose to trust his memory and his gut.

He looked forward, immediately presented with the maze leading to the hard left. Before he began moving, he focused on calming his mind, going though the mental stages of the Quey’tek meditation. His force presence shifted, greyed, blurred… and then faded. No one would track him this way, he thought to himself.

He felt the static crackle on his skin. The storm. The beautiful raging storm… he began building a Hassat-Dur charge from the passive static lacing the air, bringing it to him in a shield that could defend, or strike down his enemies… he wanted to be prepared, for anything.

He began moving down the hall with caution, carefully checking the ground for pressure plates and trip wires, but also for items of use. Another reason for caution is that he knew he would be passing the potential starting point of another contestant… so he reached out with the force, and tried to feel another presence.


Powers used: Hassat-Dur 3
Techniques used: Quey'tek meditation

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[Kielor]

IC: Death Apprentice Kielor
Location: Nyriaan

The rain continued to beat down upon the simple robes worn by the Apprentice. It was monsoonal, torrential, persistent. The storm was not an entirely bad thing, Kielor thought, it presented several aspects which would impact on how he would approach the event.

The lightning continued to thunder and boom, the abrupt flashes casting eerie shadows across the labyrinth before him. An immense crack struck before him, though not preceded by the brilliant flash which he would have expected; he watched as the ground before him fell away revealing the entrance number.

Working rapidly, Kielor removed the map from his robe and took a long glance; confirming his location and assessing which way he needed to travel. His location was quite favourable, and there were not many specific turns which he needed to take in order to reach the middle of the labyrinth; beside the first few junctions, which he was confident he could memorise, he would be able to find his way by persisting in the general direction of the centre.

Quickly folding the map and rolling it tightly again before placing it within his robes, he entered the maze. Steadily he went, there was no rush. He reached out with the force to get a sense of any nearby presence. Feeling nothing, he took the path to the left, keeping an eye out for any weapons, items or trap. He had played enough simulators to know the value of checking random corridors, of opening chests and containers, lest they held anything of value. He took the next left, and would follow this path to its end, tentatively exploring.

 

[Raineyday88]

The storm continued to beat against the glowing leaves which Meliae grew for cover as she studied the map. The number revealed to her showed a route simple in nature but she knew trials within would create the real challenge.


The Sylphe was stubborn but she was clever, this was her competition to win not the men battling against her. She began to quietly jump up and down chanting to herself "I am the Wrath, I am the Wrath of the Tempest." Wiggling and stretching out her muscles before walking into the maze.


With a determined look upon her face, she marched to her entrance and set foot into the dangerous hedges. As soon as she entered, she closed her eyes and focused on her force energy. Meliae channeled her force signature and began to quiet it so those around her could not sense the Sylphe. As she conducted the force energy, she imagined it blending in with the force around her. She would not separate herself with the force but becoming so close to the core of what the force is that her unique signature was no longer recognizable. Her opalescent glow emanating from her body began to extinguish as well. Meliae would still be in touch with her force abilities, others simply wouldn't be able to register it, or her. She would use stealth and cunningness until force was the necessary action to be taken.


The Dark Sylphe dropped her robe and placed it in the folds of her leaves in case she needed it later. She then moved her larger leaves to completely surround herself and began to alter their colors to mirror the hues around her. She would become utterly invisible to the naked eye as long as she moved very carefully.


Meliae proceeds straight, she moved quickly and quietly, her aim was true to her goal. There were two paths to her right but she steered clear of them and continued straight till she came up to a left turn. She cautiously took the left turn and continued to move forward. With no weapons with her, the thorny tendrils atop her head were on high alert and ready to ensnare anything that came her way. The Sylphe had memorized the map so there was no need to look once more when she saw another pathway to her left. The earthen figure would not take the left path but would continue on the path before her with no deviations. As soon as she was past the left entrance, she paused and made a 360-degree check, the likelihood of someone or something behind her was a potential probability.

Power used- Conceal Essence- 2
(distance moved: 30ft.)

 

[Omegon]

IC: Kint Dranlor
Location: the maze, Nyriaan

The doors opened, and Kint exploded forward, his feet cracking the ground with force as he leapt towards the entrance; his feet took long strides, moving like a gazelle through the maze, cutting right before turning in a complete about face, running back parallel to the way he’d come.

As he ran, he held a small cloud of debris, dirt, and dust about 5 feet ahead of him, watching to see if anything happened to it, and using it to hopefully set off any traps he might encounter.

The rain splashed over him, quickly soaking his clothing, but he bore on, his feet tearing ruts in the mud behind him; it was nothing but a maze; a maze with enemies, perhaps, and a maze with puzzles and riddles, but still a maze. He simply had to find the fastest way to the middle.

His face was a mask of determination as he ran, lips peeled back in a grim scowl, eyes yellow red, cracking with power and fury. Come rain and thunder, come beast and for, he would push on until victory was achieved in the name of his master and house, Dreadwar.

 

[corinthia]

Nyriaan Wilderness – Tempest Tournament Labyrinth

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Knight Pallas (@G.Kn)

Knight Pallas raced forth through their entrance to the maze; their wings beat as they moved, carrying them gracefully over the soaking stone floor. They passed no obvious doors nor strange-looking tiles, no other participants and no fell beasts. The only thing that would catch the S'kytri's eye would be a narrow glimmer of darkened silver on the floor as they rounded a corner—upon closer inspection, they would find it is a tarnished butter knife from a set of fine flatware. Its edge was sharp and serrated. Should they want it, it could be used as a weapon.


Acolyte Silenius Lune (@Samwise)

Ah, Acolyte Silenius was using his hydrokinesis intelligently, drawing the water from his paper map to keep it dry. He moved forth to his right down the corridor, carefully and observantly. As he moved he saw no obvious traps or passageways, no lurking enemies or would-be opponents. He began to round a corner at the end of the passage, and as he did, he saw a black shape discarded to one side; looking closer, he would find it is an E-11 blaster rifle, in seemingly good repair, though it looked to have seen much combat.


Apprentice Loharr Talem (@Loharr Talem)

Loharr was a cautious one, too, looking right and left before entering into the labyrinth. He bent over his soaking map, then set out at a reasonable clip, making turns and looking about himself. No beasts were waiting for him round each corner he took, nor did any of his hurried footsteps set off a trap or trigger an encounter. He would find a simple farming implement, however; a wooden-handled four-pronged pitchfork, leaning in a corner. If he wanted, he could pick it up, and use it as a weapon, should his next turn find him face to face with something sinister.


Darth Halcyon (@Danatar Vek)

Halcyon was a clever, lucky man—he gathered to himself the Hassat-durr technique, collecting up static in the air to form a shield to protect himself with. He advanced down the corridor to his left, searching carefully for anything that might trip him up, meanwhile reaching out with the Force to feel for the presence of others around him. Halcyon saw no traps and discovered only a plain dagger lying by the wayside, though he did feel a presence ahead of him—one he would be familiar with. Knight Meliae.


Knight Meliae (@Raineyday88)

Knight Meliae moved quickly, and quietly; her leaves had become dark so as to blend in with the stone walls around her. She walked with purpose, though perhaps somewhat carelessly, not bothering to check for pitfalls and traps until she paused for a long moment to check all around herself. As she turned she would see a rusted old mining shovel laying in a puddle, and then—the hulking shape of Darth Halcyon behind her.

MELIAE AND HALCYON: You have entered into one-on-one combat! Good luck! ​

Apprentice Kielor (@Kielor)

Steady, methodically, Kielor entered into the labyrinth. He scanned the corridor as he went, searching for anything—though hopefully weapons. There was nothing blocking his path, no enemies or beasts, traps or riddles. He simply moved forward with ease, and soon a small silver shape would catch his eye. With a closer look, he would find it was a Relby K-23 blaster pistol; it was in good condition, its chassis undamaged, though well-worn, as if it had fit perfectly into someone's hand at some point. Now, it would fit perfectly in his.


Apprentice Kint Dranlor (@Kint Dranlor)

Kint entered the maze with vigor and strength, his feet striking the wet stone as he ran. He held a cloud of soaked dust before himself to test for traps, and there were none. As he ran he would pass by a durasteel quarterstaff leaning in a corner, and, in an alcove—a doorway. Beside it, a hand-shaped hole. Upon studying the map, it would seem that this doorway would lead to a quicker way to get to the center of the maze. One only needed to open the door.