Jenrak
15-01-2006, 20:43
Eptra, the capital of the Totalian Sith Empire
Darkness only crept over the sun-scarred, enflaming landscape, the rocks sticking out like knives amongst an armoury of stone. It was a creeping, moving, crackling land of doom, the volcanoes and the gas smirking in the humid air, sticky and toxic from the dust and blood and bones. This dreaded landscape, the asteroid floating delicately in space, as the gravity of the nearby planet loomed over like a prodigious cold. The gas giant, Eptra, shone with stripes and lances across its atmosphere. A bright light it was, reflecting rays off the nearby star, shining with double the heat that would be given off. On the drifting asteroid, around the ringed world, there was a palace, an academy of pain, torture, death and silence.
Screams only echoed throughout the gassing canyons, the carved faults of lava and magma strewn like rivers of heated blood. Inside this academy, this palace, its walls of marble and metal, the doors made of bone and carbon steel. Fibres of flesh for rope, the red strings on the carpet from the cut sinew of victims – their screams heard only in the distant hallways. For here, in this dark, shadowy, dreary land of the dead, laid the capital of an empire in shadows. The largest academy in the grip of the Totalius’ legions. From here, in the topmost tower of the highest peak on the tallest mountain, stretching its eyes of control over thousands of miles, he only sat, quiet and dormant, listening to the fervent hunger deep within the remains of his ravaged soul. Mask gruesomely tapered on his face, gauntlets holding only the ghosts of long-lost fingers, shelled in silver and platinum, and a cape as red as the morning blood of the sun. His breathing rasped at perfect intervals, as if he was a delicate machine, crackling and moving with a swift gust of wind around him, the cold air breaking the humid vapour that was the asteroid’s surface.
Only on this asteroid, breathing with his quiet voice tucked beneath a sea of thought and hunger, Totalius heard a silent, fading, stealthy but still existing noise, in the back of his mind. Somebody was there. Somebody was hungry. Whoever this being was, it did have hunger, and its hunger was greater than his – this hunger was a threat. In the back of his mind, Totalius only waited, breathing softly, breathing silently, his gauntleted fingers slowly creeping to his lightsaber on his belt, waiting for the perfect moment. Silent only replied, nothing there – the shadows unnerving with the fractions of the rays of light. There, he thought, as a slither of sound broke the silence, a faint tug in the Force directing him to the spot.
There, on the topmost tower of the highest peak on the tallest mountain, the figure slashed down, a red lightsaber flashing through the darkness. In a swift moment, the lights turned on, and Totalius twisted up, saber drawn and powers unleashed, twisting his arm to swipe, but it was skilfully blocked, so fast that it could not have been seen. In another swift movement, Totalius dodged and leapt up, jumping backwards as he hacked his way through the onslaught, the mysterious being slashing to the right, his left hand firing off a quick blast of electricity. Totalius only cackled in amusement, the blast of the Force rejuvenating him with every crackle of electricity flowing through his body, his hunger becoming slated every single second. Twinkling eyes through the black mask, he only swung at the dark being, the enemy swinging down, a blast of the Force from Totalius’ hands pushing the enemy back into the wall. The foe jumped forwards once more and swung again, his fury flowing through his every vein, the dark side permeating his flesh, the vengeance of long grudges becoming his muscle. There was an irony in this fight, both combatants fuelled by their opponents – as long as their opponents could keep fighting, they could too. An advantage had to be found somewhere, as the lights twinkled, the arid smells fumed, and the sky was thick with thunderbolts and clouds.
From the battle, Totalius launched a bevy of electricity against this attacker, only to have the same effect – his hunger merely drained it all way. There was only one solution to this. Twisting his body around, Totalius slashed up, and missed, but the enemy was cruelly grabbed in the face, and his body thrown far off to the end of the chamber, the glass cracking in his slamming thud. In the Maw of Shadow, in the kingdom of Darkness… The being echoed throughout Totalius’ mind, as the Sith Lord reached his fingers, drawing long, twisted purple like claws from the spire etched into the tower’s body, covering the land in a dark purple glaze. Hands crackling with this new oddity, Totalius only lifted up the large sphere of power, and lunged it towards his foe, whom raised his own, and fired a quick jet of electricity into Totalius’ blind left eye. The Sith Lord soon lost concentration for he could no longer see, and his own weapon fell darkly down upon him, his final hunger slated, his thirst for power quenched. Without the rift to sustain him, no longer the endless void of power he was, Totalius became empty, a shell only, crushed and gone forever – complete to be dead. His corpse did not fall harmlessly to the ground. Instead, it crackled with electricity, launching stones and the academy crippling into ruins, its students of hunger killed within, the attacker the only survivor.
As he stood far from the smoking ruin, his sabers tucked away on his belt safely, he only grimaced at the noise, for he could not see. The Force was his vision, and his vengeance would come to fruition. “In the Maw of Shadow, in the Kingdom of Darkness…” He said quietly, as the stone pieces began to dissipate, the red lightning still crackling of the Sith Lord’s ending reign.
“…the Leader of the blind, is King.”
Darkness only crept over the sun-scarred, enflaming landscape, the rocks sticking out like knives amongst an armoury of stone. It was a creeping, moving, crackling land of doom, the volcanoes and the gas smirking in the humid air, sticky and toxic from the dust and blood and bones. This dreaded landscape, the asteroid floating delicately in space, as the gravity of the nearby planet loomed over like a prodigious cold. The gas giant, Eptra, shone with stripes and lances across its atmosphere. A bright light it was, reflecting rays off the nearby star, shining with double the heat that would be given off. On the drifting asteroid, around the ringed world, there was a palace, an academy of pain, torture, death and silence.
Screams only echoed throughout the gassing canyons, the carved faults of lava and magma strewn like rivers of heated blood. Inside this academy, this palace, its walls of marble and metal, the doors made of bone and carbon steel. Fibres of flesh for rope, the red strings on the carpet from the cut sinew of victims – their screams heard only in the distant hallways. For here, in this dark, shadowy, dreary land of the dead, laid the capital of an empire in shadows. The largest academy in the grip of the Totalius’ legions. From here, in the topmost tower of the highest peak on the tallest mountain, stretching its eyes of control over thousands of miles, he only sat, quiet and dormant, listening to the fervent hunger deep within the remains of his ravaged soul. Mask gruesomely tapered on his face, gauntlets holding only the ghosts of long-lost fingers, shelled in silver and platinum, and a cape as red as the morning blood of the sun. His breathing rasped at perfect intervals, as if he was a delicate machine, crackling and moving with a swift gust of wind around him, the cold air breaking the humid vapour that was the asteroid’s surface.
Only on this asteroid, breathing with his quiet voice tucked beneath a sea of thought and hunger, Totalius heard a silent, fading, stealthy but still existing noise, in the back of his mind. Somebody was there. Somebody was hungry. Whoever this being was, it did have hunger, and its hunger was greater than his – this hunger was a threat. In the back of his mind, Totalius only waited, breathing softly, breathing silently, his gauntleted fingers slowly creeping to his lightsaber on his belt, waiting for the perfect moment. Silent only replied, nothing there – the shadows unnerving with the fractions of the rays of light. There, he thought, as a slither of sound broke the silence, a faint tug in the Force directing him to the spot.
There, on the topmost tower of the highest peak on the tallest mountain, the figure slashed down, a red lightsaber flashing through the darkness. In a swift moment, the lights turned on, and Totalius twisted up, saber drawn and powers unleashed, twisting his arm to swipe, but it was skilfully blocked, so fast that it could not have been seen. In another swift movement, Totalius dodged and leapt up, jumping backwards as he hacked his way through the onslaught, the mysterious being slashing to the right, his left hand firing off a quick blast of electricity. Totalius only cackled in amusement, the blast of the Force rejuvenating him with every crackle of electricity flowing through his body, his hunger becoming slated every single second. Twinkling eyes through the black mask, he only swung at the dark being, the enemy swinging down, a blast of the Force from Totalius’ hands pushing the enemy back into the wall. The foe jumped forwards once more and swung again, his fury flowing through his every vein, the dark side permeating his flesh, the vengeance of long grudges becoming his muscle. There was an irony in this fight, both combatants fuelled by their opponents – as long as their opponents could keep fighting, they could too. An advantage had to be found somewhere, as the lights twinkled, the arid smells fumed, and the sky was thick with thunderbolts and clouds.
From the battle, Totalius launched a bevy of electricity against this attacker, only to have the same effect – his hunger merely drained it all way. There was only one solution to this. Twisting his body around, Totalius slashed up, and missed, but the enemy was cruelly grabbed in the face, and his body thrown far off to the end of the chamber, the glass cracking in his slamming thud. In the Maw of Shadow, in the kingdom of Darkness… The being echoed throughout Totalius’ mind, as the Sith Lord reached his fingers, drawing long, twisted purple like claws from the spire etched into the tower’s body, covering the land in a dark purple glaze. Hands crackling with this new oddity, Totalius only lifted up the large sphere of power, and lunged it towards his foe, whom raised his own, and fired a quick jet of electricity into Totalius’ blind left eye. The Sith Lord soon lost concentration for he could no longer see, and his own weapon fell darkly down upon him, his final hunger slated, his thirst for power quenched. Without the rift to sustain him, no longer the endless void of power he was, Totalius became empty, a shell only, crushed and gone forever – complete to be dead. His corpse did not fall harmlessly to the ground. Instead, it crackled with electricity, launching stones and the academy crippling into ruins, its students of hunger killed within, the attacker the only survivor.
As he stood far from the smoking ruin, his sabers tucked away on his belt safely, he only grimaced at the noise, for he could not see. The Force was his vision, and his vengeance would come to fruition. “In the Maw of Shadow, in the Kingdom of Darkness…” He said quietly, as the stone pieces began to dissipate, the red lightning still crackling of the Sith Lord’s ending reign.
“…the Leader of the blind, is King.”