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

[Kielor]

IC: Death Apprentice Kielor
Location: Nyriaan Wilderness, Tempest Tournament Labyrinth

“How fortuitous” exclaimed Kielor, as he identifies what appears to be a shiny silver blaster laying on the ground. Giving it a tentative poke with his toe, the weapon emits a benign metallic scrape on the stone floor, and so he reaches down and picks it up. Inspecting the blaster, the raindrops glistening on the shiny silver body, it appears to be in quite good condition. Letting off a test shot to confirm that the weapon is operable, a single bolt launches into the stone floor several feet away, where it dissipates, vaporising the pooling water that has accumulated from the rain. “Not my first choice, but she’s a starting point!”

Keeping the blaster firmly in his grasp, he resumes his path toward the centre of the labyrinth. Walking steadily, he turns to his right, stops shortly in the cross way and looks down each path for anything which may help him to overcome the maze, and his opponents.

Reaching out his senses again to feel for any other presence in the force, Kielor decides to take a cautious approach. Summoning the power of umbrakinesis, he calls a dark aura about himself, helping him to blend in with the many shadows of the labyrinth.

Continuing forward, he moves down the corridor toward the next junction.

Powers used: Umbrakinesis - 3

 

[Loharr Talem]

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

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Looking around, peering through the pouring rain, Loharr saw it. Leaning against the corridors' wall, tucked away in the corner, was a pitchfork. Simple wooden handle, four prongs. Nothing too crazy about it, though he hadn't seen one in quite a number of years. It wasn't the ideal offensive implement, but it was better than what he had, which was absolutely nothing. He stepped across the waterlogged floor to the corner, rain continuing to pour down as his hands gripped the wooden shaft of the tool.

He picked it up, feeling its weight within his hands. It was top heavy, favoring the side that the prongs were on. If it hadn't favored the prongs, that would've been strange and might've suggested that it was more than a simple tool. But alas, it was just that. A simple tool.

He turned back to face the direction he had to continue on and held the pitchfork forward, not unlike a spear. His left hand lower along the shaft, maybe half way up the pole from the bottom. His right hand was higher, as he favored his right side in this instance, his hand maybe a foot or so below the prongs.

With a weapon within his grasp and his body in a stance of semi-permanent readiness, Loharr continued to walk forward. Just as careful as he had walked before, if not more carefully, though being careful not to go at a slower pace. This was a race after all, and he did not want to straggle behind.

He walked forward for several meters before the path forward ended, but branched off to the left and then right again.

Moving through this corner, Loharr switched his hands positioning around, with his right hand being where his left hand used to be, and his left where his right had been. He also shifted so his left side was forward, so he didn't need to waste time on unnecessary movements in the future.

As he rounded the corner, he continued to look around the corridors, possibly looking for better weapons and watching for any possible hostile creatures. He thought maybe, perhaps the labyrinth had shortcuts in it, purposefully left off the map provided so that those involved in the race wouldn't actively use them to end the contest prematurely. Though of course, he hadn't heard anything about any shortcuts, so perhaps he was very wrong and there were no such structures within the confines of the labyrinths corridors.

He continued to move forward several meters, and peering through the rain, he saw that the path ahead of him was ending, offering no way right, but instead to the left again. He had not yet reached this turn, but he soon would.

So in lieu of that fact, he closed his eyes and peered forward, through the Force, attempting to see beyond what his eyes could.

What awaited him beyond the corner several meters ahead of him? Was it good or was it not?

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~[Spaces Moved: 30ft/9m]~

[Force Powers Used: Force Sight-3]

 

[corinthia]

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[G.Kn]

IC: Knight Pallas, Dread Hesperian
Location: Nyriaan Maze

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The knife flew to their hand telekinetically as Pallas moved. The last thing the s'kytri wanted to do was slow down, but there was a chance of encountering a force resistant creature in this maze. A quick glance up and down the corridor they now found themselves in revealed a dead end and a corridor. Didn't take a force god to decide on how to move forward, Pallas took the left corridor. Once more the s'kytri's wings sent them rushing across the floor of the maze, new serrated blade in hand. The walls were too close for true flight, but quick beats to help build up momentum? That was possible.

The Dread Hesperian felt their power writhing inside them. Pallas had expected some sort of obstacle by now. They could feel their drain wanting to burst free, to tear the life out of something. Anything. Their other powers weren't quite as problematic, though they did wonder if by combining them they could just drill through to the centre. Though admittedly, even ignoring the fact that people they respected ran this maze, something about this place made Pallas feel like trying to break these walls would be a huge mistake.

The Knight mentally shook themself. Had to focus on what was going on, not random ideas of exploits. In an attempt to enact some discipline on themself, Pallas began utilising their Mind Shield power. It might not actually serve as a distraction from certain desires, but it would help them focus. In theory it would help overcome any illusory or mental obstacles too. The Sorcerer had to be ready, and they had to limit the temptation to burst into song. No need to make this harder than it was.

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Powers Used:
Telekinesis - 3
Mind Shield - 3

 

[Omegon]

IC: Kint Dranlor
Location: Nyriaan, the maze

Water beaded and dripped down Kint’s face as he ran, walls flashing past him in a blur. Suddenly, he saw something: a staff. He called it to himself, using the force to hold it a few feet away, examining it. A reasonable weapon, and one he knew well. Quite similar in shape, at least, to the weapon he one day hoped to wield. He skidded to a stop, seeing the door in the maze, and knowing it would cut out valuable time. Looking down, he saw the hand shaped imprint in the door, dripping in the rain.

His mind raced, knowing clearly some kind of offering had to be given to open the door, that he would need to place his hand in the gap. He knew he needed to hurry, and that this door might represent his best chance of getting to the center swiftly and with less injury.

However, he was no fool. He would not risk his own hand, and so, using the powers of sith illusionry, he conjured a hand before the door, as real and corporeal as his own, inserting it into the slot in an attempt to open the door, so he could pass through to the other side.

 

[Danatar Vek]

IC: Darth Halcyon – House Halcyon
Location: Nyriaan



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Halcyon tensed, feeling a familiar presence... of course he did. Just his luck to immediately bump into another competitor. Nevermind, at least it was a competitor he was familiar with, a competitor he had clashed blades with before. A competitor, in fact, that he himself had given her her first taste of combat training within the Empire.

He smiled, actually excited to face her once more, to see how far she had come. He knew if he stood a chance of winning this tournament he had to act cast, at full force with zero mercy... he wanted to win. He wouldn't let anyone, not even Meliae, get in the way of that.

A flash of silver catches his eye... yes! Some luck. A dagger, not exactly his combat blade of choice... but it was a sharp, cutting edge, weapon. He picked it up and held it in reversed grip, point facing down, and stepped out into the corridor.

Ahead, he saw Meliae. She was nearly invisible and he knew that if he hadnt sensed her in the force, he was likely to have never spotted her. He watched her turn her head towards him, her eyes glinting in the storm light. He smiled, loosening his muscles.

"Meliae... fancy meeting you here"

Before giving her a chance to respond, he charged. The first thing he immediately did was draw in the force, fixate on her, and attempt to afflict her mind with Force Suppression, cutting her from her most powerful ally.

As he charges he wove the blade back and forth in a figure of eight pattern, a defensive move for any vines she may send his way, he kept careful eye on his footing for that same reason.

He closed the gap, muscles singing with the joy for the exertion, for the adrenaline flooding then. He waits until he is point blank, lunges as if he is striking with the blade, feignst the strike and lashes out with the other fist, unleashing a point blank Force Blast, aimed for her center mass.



Powes Used: Force Suppression 3, Force Blast 3

 

[Samwise]

IC: Acolyte Silenius Lune

Location: Nyriaan Wilderness - Labyrinth Maze


Silenius saw the E-11 Blaster rifle. Using the force to pull it to his hands. He examined it closely. It appeared before him to be in decent condition, more or less repaired. Listening to the thundering booms from the lightning all around, it made him wonder if firing off a shot would be heard or not.

He chose not to fire a shot, preserving the charge for when he truly needs it. He examined the corner carefully, reaching out with geokinesis now to sense the surroundings. Feeling through the vibrations of the earth for anything.

Without any clues, he turned around from the corner, going back around. Seeing the path he came from, he turned right after the corner, followed with an immediate left. He held the rifle closely, his left hand down the barrel grip, and his right by the trigger. His index finger stretched out above the trigger in case he needs to fire. The butt of the rifle firmly planted in the socket of his right shoulder.

He followed the path with no sign of turning yet. Each step carefully taken. Continuously reaching out to sense for any vibrations through geokinesis.

Powers used:

TK - 3

Geokinesis - 3

Tag: @corinthia

 

[Raineyday88]

IC - Meliae Gwinwyndd- House Feros

Location: Nyriaan


Meliae saw the shovel on the ground and snorted. ~Oh the poetic irony,~ She thought to herself as she wondered if this was intentional. She picked the trowel up with a slender vine as to not leave any part of herself vulnerable. ~Maybe I'll give my opponent tetnus with this.~ she said again as she held it in her leafy hand.

Seeing Master Halcyon sent a bittersweet surge through her body. Of course her first trial would have been against him. He should have stayed on Mechis III because this was her battle to win and so she would have to fight him.

Now with that being said, she would have been okay if he won, maybe only slightly bitter but that was the competitive streak that brazenly ran through her. Either way, she would not back down simply due to their affiliation together; friend, boss, or date none of those mattered in the grand scheme of things. She was brought back to the scar on her eye which reminded her of the path she chose for herself. Emotional ties were like weeds in a garden, they must be plucked from the root as to not Spread.


Immediately after seeing Master Halcyon she drew on the force and shielded her mind from attacks the Master would throw her way with Thought Shield.


"Meliae.. fancy meeting you here" he said and then lunged towards her, dagger in hand, before she could even get out a word. Not that she intended to reply. This wasn't the time to mince spicy comebacks for her, she kept that for the cantina.


She saw the force surpression surge towards her as he attempted to block her from any tendril-esque attack, he had seen that one too many times so she had no intent to use them just yet. Her mental block was not enough to completely guard his attack, but the innate protection of her telepathic abilities might be enough to match his. Her intent was to break his concentration before feeling the effects of his tactic.

Meliae bent her knees slightly as he lunged for her with the dagger and launched herself in the air with a laugh. With him lunged forward, she would easily be able to jump over and behind him, As she jumped in the air and she released a swarm of pheramones in attempts to gain access Into his mind. She flooded the area with enough to bend the stubbornest beast to her will. She twisted Gracefully the air and landed facing his back and watched as the force blast went sailing towards one of the many walls within the deadly maze. The twist would set her behind him but she could quickly regain that distance after she defeated him.

She began to employ Sith Illusion In attempt to form a giant Rancor to charge towards master Halcyon.

Force powers used-
Sith illusion-3
Thought shield -2

Natural abilities used-
Telepathy