Recent content by Desmundor Alcademon

Blood by the Bailey The Marskhan axe descended. Brute strength and wrath of eons hammered down upon the false foe. In a single moment, as the axe buried into the stone in flame and shrapnel, the red blade hissed. Blood, black as pitch and thick as oil vomited from its torn chest. Bones revealed...

Silence. Desmundor knelt, his witch-blade brought aloft. His eyes narrowed, possessed by feral rage contained in an urn of torment and Defiance. A single purpose the seal for the tomb never to open. His black hair yet to settle by the aftermath of the shockwave produced by Darth Fauste, barely...

Light Blazing. Burning. Blinding. In a single moment of heavan-sent wrath, an explosion of light and fire consumed the facility's baily, as if a commet struck true behind the gates. Wings twitched, torn and charred limbs brought aloft, the warhammer fiery by the impact. The Marskhahir made...

The Hegemon walked. His pacing steady. His eyes fiery, fixated deep within the facility. Gaze piercing through rock and durasteel, fully commited to a single presence. A fountain of Force energy blazing beneath the Hegemon's carnage. She was his', this time. There was only the will of the Force...

Ilum wept. The fires of the Athysian Darkness collided with the durasteel will of the Starborn, turning the once holy world into a battlefield like no other. The Marskha horde kept descending upon the facility, though the Raider Fleet above loomed, hulking hounds craving to bite, omens of the...

The hulking Athysian warships loomed above the atmosphere. The absence of the Migrant Fleet offering dominance over the skies not welcomed by their warmongering masters, who craved to even the odds of their past engagement with glory engulfed in fire and blood. To subject the planetside to...

Wind of Life... Shadow of Death... The Eyerhea's body was bent, standing on her knees before bowing deeply for her masked eyeless face to kiss the onyx ground. Her hands stretched forth, palms reaching out as if willing to extend her reach beyond the flesh. The priestess found herself in the...

@Lyanna Starborn The Civil War spread. Ever since the initial onslaught of the Dark Crusade which carved an unhealable wound in the Sith Worlds, the Starborn Sect remained as a major rival to the Athysian void supremacy. After losing his flagship to @Lyanna Starborn 's Migrant Fleet, Desmundor...

@Lok The pouring Beskar blazed, following the path carved into the stone, as if painting the skull of the horned Mythosaurus with liquid flame. The hammer gripped tightly, used only in precise, elegant strikes on the mould that led the liquid metal in a practiced choreography of vibrations as...

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...