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Fear ends in Mastery... Fear ends in Mastery... Like a foul tempest of the blackest abyss, the nameless fiend invaded the maze of the Sith Master's psychic fortress. In a single instance, reality bent and cracked like ill-maintained lumber, yielding to the pressure of water and time, though...

@Sith Master Veraxis Any a beast had little chance to contest the will of a Sith Master. From the very beginning, any an Ackley would be broken still. The purpose of any a soldier in a location like such was less of a tactical value and more as a bait. A living sack of flesh tasty enough its...

@Lok The mist latched on the bogs beneath, desperately craving for the wind that never blew, to meet the skyless void above. The very bogs themselves mirrored perfectly the blackness above them, though the pale shroud struggled to disrupt that, to no success. It was as if both above and below...

The bleakness of the bogs was consuming, gradually claiming any and all within it in a veil of mist that latched on to the water beneath. From over the canopy, flapping of ghastly wings disturbed the tense silence of the site; Their screeching a cacophony that tapped the very edge of the Force...

Talons of Black Obsidian reached out from the dark mist that defined their shape, grasping onto the crystal orb that bled of lightning, reacting almost instantly to the approach. A pupil, formed under a veil of ether, trembling to the sight of the entity before it, as the talons dove into it...

The air was heavy with the stench of decay. Septic flesh and rotting branches drenched in stagnant bogs, perpetually remaining in a bastardized state of inexistence. It was perhaps the site, shallow and vast, with ravines of foaming water flooding the bogland around the ruins with mud and...

"Nava Domina Stormhollow. Begin the attack!" The dark grey warships launged forth, as the heavy batteries rotated. The seemingly well-deployed network of numberless ships now a spider's web, perhaps quick to react to a sudden such distortion of the web's phasma... And yet, there were no flies...

The cloaked figure bursted into a maniacal laughter, as the unmasked appearance was dipped in unnatural darkness, denying any indication of the face beneath the hood. Its many arms moved and extended in inconsistent motions, as from under the cloak, each of the long finger palms grasped onto yet...

"The Long Darkness shall end, in a feast Most Foul...." The hulking powerarmor dwarfing the exposed head of the she-warrior, as her pale eyes gazed towards the black robbed tall figure that walked in an ethereal manner across the deck, over the knelt she-knights, as he chanted the black words...

The engines roar the hulking warship forth, into the void, as the many turbolaser batteries rotate into life... The following warships accelerate, as the hyperdrive's bleeding radiation explodes, casting one after the other the ships of the armada into hyperspace... And so, the war for Kethess...

Drip Drip Drip As the tinny black blobs of blood fall into the bogs, long skeletal tendril-like claws blast out from the bogs, latching against the demon beasts, in a violent near-bending manner around their limbs, while their other side remains deep in the bogs As the claws cave in, with...

The chain is swallowed by the moving sand, consumed underneath. The black ooze climbs up the Gargoyles' limbs in the forms of multiple grim tendrils, making their way up until they form an external system resembling veins, as the Gargoyles quake and shake and struggle. "Thirteen of Tartarus...

"Death does not Serve. At the very peak and greatest of embraces, the piece is broken, by the weight of souls numberless, awashed upon its chains visible to the eyes of the Keeper..." As the bogs boil, before the sand, a heavy link emerges, oozed by the corruptive touch of the black essense...

The echoes sound, as the Gargoyles started sinking, lashing and weaving their wings, yet unable to free their limbs from under the bog... "The Fallen's Hoard be number twin, yet the ones beyond it Seven. The First's and the Last's weight in Soul, bound in the black of Stone." The bogs start...

The Gargoyles roar on each other, continuously circling around their mutual axis. And so, the echoes return... "For each the time came, for each a fraction shattered. Each remembered, yet for each the fragments caught in the Chamber of Souls stored. None, Death lost, for Death does all, but...