Recent content by Desmundor Alcademon

The place had already taken a toll on Desmundor. By all accounts, he did not see any wisdom in pursuing such blind quests; If it was not for his narrowminded and perhaps biased blind obedience to those he viewed as patrons, he would have never ventured to such a world, less so, without a...

The stench of the bogs hit his nostrils like a durasteel pipe. This was no world to conquer, for there were no cities to claim nor populations to enslave. This was no world to live, for all that was beneath the tempestus clouds befell in the withering of the planet's foul climate. This was no...

@Darth Fauste The pact was sealed. The offer once accepted, could no longer be unmade. After all, it was such the plan for the both of them, Desmundor reasoned. They were after the insight they could otherwise never attain, in a balance kept thin and volatile between arch-rivals. And yet, a...

@Darth Fauste Part of him did not will the end of the strange balance between him and Fauste to end as soon as it would. He went thus far as to admit, the strangeness of their interaction, and how the fight between them turned from blades to words, and from words to thoughts and doubts and...

@Darth Fauste The Hegemon moved through the wreckage, holding the broken commlink at hand as he went. There was a high chance that the transmission was not received by the scouting Athysians, given they even commited in finding him. The thought of dying on such a desolate place horrified him...

@Darth Fauste Desmundor could not deny the curiosity of the Sith. Although presumed to be dark, cruel branch, she had proven to have quite a few similarities with the likes of him. A thought that bothered Desmundor in many ways, yet chose against voicing any of them. For now, he could only...

@Darth Fauste The hunt for resources was a rather bleak affair. For all intent and purposes, neither of the ships amalgamated by the clash were to be considered anything but a burning pile of debris and trapped death for any unlucky enough to find themselves drawing breath after the final...

@Darth Fauste There were so much he could point out against the Sith, yet for a brief moment, he simply listened, her words providing an unexpected tranquility in his mind. Was it the thought of him dying in a nameless moon that filled him with dread? Was it the possibility his Athysians would...

@Darth Fauste Desmundor took few steps closer to her, closing the distance inbetween. His advance slow. He allowed his breathing to banish gradually the tension that once consumed him. His focus now was entirely on denying the Sith, who was once called Lyanna, to recognize any weakness, among...

@Darth Fauste The Hegemon remained still. His once craving rage-driven malice had turned to a maelstorm of conflicting emotions. He knew that his mind would not be compromised. It was not any spell, or shielding technique he himself had concentrated on, no. It was that he himself believed that...

@Darth Fauste How ignorant did Fauste's words sound to Desmundor. How Blind she truy was, was an expected and yet fascinating reality that struck him like a thunder, the more the fight between the two evolved, a vain struggle that only a fool, or a dreamer, could see point in, considering the...

@Darth Fauste Desmundor smirked, as if he could hear the captain's plead through Fauste's earpiece. He nodded, feeding to the dread and discord that spread across the very flagship of the Migrant Fleet like a rampant plague. He did not trace her as she vultured around him. He remained still...

@Darth Fauste The Hegemon of Athysia was not a title inherited, nor a position ever enjoying the slightest form of tranquility. In the archaic warrior society of Athysia, in which those who drew breath had tales of glory, or shameful disgrace, in a hierarchy that only favoured renown and broken...

@Darth Fauste The battle raged. Desmundor observed as his fleet abandoned his offensive and adopted a defensive stance. Many of the operators reported the buildup in magnetic pull caused by the Gravity Well, effectivelly restraining both fleets in the engagement. He did not appreciate the...

@Darth Fauste Burning hate! Savage Wrath! The eyeless gaze of the woman black, through the white onyx mask, marked by two vertical stripes of blood red shade, mimicking the blood tears produced by the eyeless sockets of the priestess, hooded as she wept. Flesh weak, blood boiling, ooooh! THE...