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Gaia...and the beast within
I lowered my head as if an animal ready to attack. With that, I saw him begin to release the energy, he hit me once, not going to happen again. I was the earth, the earth was within me, and I was a druid. Nothing fake or learned about me. True and utter magic.
With a hungry savage look in my solid chestnut eyes, I growled and leapt, aiming for his knees. No more cat and mouse.
I was hit with the tail-end of his magic. It was like comet, and I got caught in the rubble. I still managed to take him down at the knees. The beast within me roaring, "Robert Sith..." I said, shaking my head.
I lowered my head as if an animal ready to attack. With that, I saw him begin to release the energy, he hit me once, not going to happen again. I was the earth, the earth was within me, and I was a druid. Nothing fake or learned about me. True and utter magic.
With a hungry savage look in my solid chestnut eyes, I growled and leapt, aiming for his knees. No more cat and mouse.
I was hit with the tail-end of his magic. It was like comet, and I got caught in the rubble. I still managed to take him down at the knees. The beast within me roaring, "Robert Sith..." I said, shaking my head.
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Lokken leaped up corageously, latching onto a tree and climbing up. He stood next to a smashed open wall, as Sith and Gaea beat each other up. He pulled free his falchion once again, and rushed in, suddenly feeling coldness. Something within him though, warmed him up, and began to heat the air as well. It somehow brought the air to normal, and then continued heating up. Strangely though, Lokken wasn't bleeding or blacking out.
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(Raven.... :X Where you be?)
I shuddered with the cold. The man was powerful. Too powerful. Suddenly the cold felt like it was being pulled from my body. I smiled at Robert. "You draw your powers from evil. Wrong thing to do."
The building began to fall...crumbling under the weight of the plants and the meek resistance of the aged bricks. THe sunlight scattered over us, I felt like I was drinking in the sun. It was odd. I felt the forest thrive for a moment, Then I felt my brother and the others.
I pinned Robert's hands. I wove threads of plants over him. He began to speak some spell, so I shoved my hand over his mouth. For once, my strength and height kept me neutral with his. I was struggling more than him physically, but I was holding on. I was elated to feel my brother nearby.
I took on Bear's pain, and sent him to find them. I gritted my teeth, a sheen of sweat formed on my brow.
[Edited by LAVA GODDESSS on 06-03-2001 at 09:46 AM]
(Raven.... :X Where you be?)
I shuddered with the cold. The man was powerful. Too powerful. Suddenly the cold felt like it was being pulled from my body. I smiled at Robert. "You draw your powers from evil. Wrong thing to do."
The building began to fall...crumbling under the weight of the plants and the meek resistance of the aged bricks. THe sunlight scattered over us, I felt like I was drinking in the sun. It was odd. I felt the forest thrive for a moment, Then I felt my brother and the others.
I pinned Robert's hands. I wove threads of plants over him. He began to speak some spell, so I shoved my hand over his mouth. For once, my strength and height kept me neutral with his. I was struggling more than him physically, but I was holding on. I was elated to feel my brother nearby.
I took on Bear's pain, and sent him to find them. I gritted my teeth, a sheen of sweat formed on my brow.
[Edited by LAVA GODDESSS on 06-03-2001 at 09:46 AM]
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Robert Sith:
Siths eyes were wild and dark. He had not brought things SO close to let them be ruined by this druid woman. Feining defeat, Sith slipped a hand into his robes, his long boney fingers wrapping about a dagger of potent magics. In a flash he ran it into Gaea's heart... And twisted!
They locked eyes, her's in shock, his simply cold. A moment later he wrenched the dagger from her breast. His lips curled up in a mockery of a smile as her hand moved away from his lips to cover the hated wound.
Siths eyes were wild and dark. He had not brought things SO close to let them be ruined by this druid woman. Feining defeat, Sith slipped a hand into his robes, his long boney fingers wrapping about a dagger of potent magics. In a flash he ran it into Gaea's heart... And twisted!
They locked eyes, her's in shock, his simply cold. A moment later he wrenched the dagger from her breast. His lips curled up in a mockery of a smile as her hand moved away from his lips to cover the hated wound.
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"No," he saw the dagger hit her. A cry of hate and fear hit his heart. He coudln't take this any longer, he had to help her. She was dying up there.
Sabaka took out an arrow, and his bow. He wasn't sure exactly what spell to use. It had to be powerful. He closed his eyes, thinking back in time.
"Mistical grains of sand and time, come help me in this time," the arrow spun aorund with a rianbow of color. He felt it surge in his hands. Sabaka aimed it at the black man's heart.
"Aim true and kill that son of a bitch."
He let it fly.
Sabaka took out an arrow, and his bow. He wasn't sure exactly what spell to use. It had to be powerful. He closed his eyes, thinking back in time.
"Mistical grains of sand and time, come help me in this time," the arrow spun aorund with a rianbow of color. He felt it surge in his hands. Sabaka aimed it at the black man's heart.
"Aim true and kill that son of a bitch."
He let it fly.
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Robert Sith:
Shrieking in pain as the arrow struck him, Sith looked down to see the arrow head protruding through his chest. In something of a shadow of Gaea's own reaction, Sith cupped his hand against the wound. He pushed away, resting against the crumbling wall. His eyes were glassy, but his lips sustained a twisted mockery of a smile. He held death, none of them would meet their end until he wished it. And he certainly wouldn't wish such a thing now. Not when it was clear that to do such a thing would mean his death.
Shrieking in pain as the arrow struck him, Sith looked down to see the arrow head protruding through his chest. In something of a shadow of Gaea's own reaction, Sith cupped his hand against the wound. He pushed away, resting against the crumbling wall. His eyes were glassy, but his lips sustained a twisted mockery of a smile. He held death, none of them would meet their end until he wished it. And he certainly wouldn't wish such a thing now. Not when it was clear that to do such a thing would mean his death.
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Lokken took then initiative after he got over the initial shock of Sith not dying. He used the falchion like a fell blade. He struck Sith in the chest, many times, a few in the face. When he pulled away, he saw that Sith, although twisted and horrid, and covered with mortal wounds, was not dead. He pulled back and kept the falchion up.
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Rockingham stepped out of the woods. He paused, looking at the scene. His thoughts went to his own past, which after some time, he know embraced. He wasn't in his right mind when he wanted to kill Sith, but the act itself should have still been done. It had taken a while for him to come to grips with himself.
It had to be done, to save his friends.
The black potion was held in his hands. He looked at it imploringly, knowing exactly what it was. He had studied death along with Sith, knowing just about everything, and even more in certain cases. Sith only wanted the useful information, while Rockingham actually liked some of the history behind it.
"SITH!!!!"
He called. The fighting stopped, everything stopped. A dead silence was grasped by Rockingham, and he held onto it, helping it feed his heart.
"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS SITH," the potion was held up. Black things inside circled around in the black abyss inside. It was a horribe sight, something children wished they would never see in their closets at night.
"IT'S OVER SITH, LET DEATH GO.... OR I DROP THIS!!!"
His eyes were bright and almost playful but his voice showed only seriousness. He let the potion dangle from his hands daringly. It was Sith's move now. He was in check mate, the queen, the bishop, the rook and even a pawn all had him. He only had one choice... give up the ghost.
Rockingham looked into the man's eyes. He wasn't sure if he had made a decision, there wasn't much that could even get him out of here alive, much less in a condition to do anything else, but Rockingham knew Sith. He knew him very well; the man was resourceful.
Still, what could he possibly do?
It had to be done, to save his friends.
The black potion was held in his hands. He looked at it imploringly, knowing exactly what it was. He had studied death along with Sith, knowing just about everything, and even more in certain cases. Sith only wanted the useful information, while Rockingham actually liked some of the history behind it.
"SITH!!!!"
He called. The fighting stopped, everything stopped. A dead silence was grasped by Rockingham, and he held onto it, helping it feed his heart.
"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS SITH," the potion was held up. Black things inside circled around in the black abyss inside. It was a horribe sight, something children wished they would never see in their closets at night.
"IT'S OVER SITH, LET DEATH GO.... OR I DROP THIS!!!"
His eyes were bright and almost playful but his voice showed only seriousness. He let the potion dangle from his hands daringly. It was Sith's move now. He was in check mate, the queen, the bishop, the rook and even a pawn all had him. He only had one choice... give up the ghost.
Rockingham looked into the man's eyes. He wasn't sure if he had made a decision, there wasn't much that could even get him out of here alive, much less in a condition to do anything else, but Rockingham knew Sith. He knew him very well; the man was resourceful.
Still, what could he possibly do?
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Drusilla watched Lokken attack Sith and noticed by some miracle that he still lived. It was then she heard Rockingham approach. She looked the potion in his hand then to Sith wondering what he would do.
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Gaia.
(ooc. Sorry, the hospital had me as a guest again.)
I was slumped over Robert. I could not believe the pain.
I was gasping for breath. Cluthing at the Dagger, I fell backwards.
Everything around me was chaos. In the sky, I saw the stars swirling, forming odd shapes. That is when I felt the weak floor of the tower tremble a bit from someone else falling, turning my head, my eyes hazy. I saw it was Robert Sith.
Grasping the dagger at my heart, I could feel my blood running over my fingers. Closing my eyes, I had to keep telling myself I am a druid and I do have the capability to heal. I felt so helpless.
Suddenly I heard a voice. Around me all I could see was a swirl of green and a man holding a bottle of some sort of potion.
I felt the vines grasp my arms, pulling me up, causing me to utter a howl of pain. The formed a brace behind me, allowing me to stand.
My head rolled back, as waves of consciousness rolled over me.
Suddenly I heard a voice.
I realized it was mine.
I was not thinking, yet for some reason I was speaking.
A small purple tendril began to coil painfully around the handle of the dagger.
It yanked it from my body, Expecting my life blood to rush from my body and lay at my feet in my last moments.
My lips uttered the last words in a language I have never heard before.
I looked down. THere was nothing there.
(ooc. Sorry, the hospital had me as a guest again.)
I was slumped over Robert. I could not believe the pain.
I was gasping for breath. Cluthing at the Dagger, I fell backwards.
Everything around me was chaos. In the sky, I saw the stars swirling, forming odd shapes. That is when I felt the weak floor of the tower tremble a bit from someone else falling, turning my head, my eyes hazy. I saw it was Robert Sith.
Grasping the dagger at my heart, I could feel my blood running over my fingers. Closing my eyes, I had to keep telling myself I am a druid and I do have the capability to heal. I felt so helpless.
Suddenly I heard a voice. Around me all I could see was a swirl of green and a man holding a bottle of some sort of potion.
I felt the vines grasp my arms, pulling me up, causing me to utter a howl of pain. The formed a brace behind me, allowing me to stand.
My head rolled back, as waves of consciousness rolled over me.
Suddenly I heard a voice.
I realized it was mine.
I was not thinking, yet for some reason I was speaking.
A small purple tendril began to coil painfully around the handle of the dagger.
It yanked it from my body, Expecting my life blood to rush from my body and lay at my feet in my last moments.
My lips uttered the last words in a language I have never heard before.
I looked down. THere was nothing there.
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Robert Sith:
"The distillation of nightmares?" Sith growled as his eyes lifted to Rockingham. "You would not be such a fool... Simply to be rid of me, you would unleash humanitys nightmares upon this plane?! I cannot believe you would..." Sith growled as he attempted to stand, using the crumbling walls as support. "Death will only be freed when I receive my gift, my boon... No sooner! Tell me Rockingham, my once prised student... Will you truly condemn this realm to waking nighmares over your hatred for me?"
"The distillation of nightmares?" Sith growled as his eyes lifted to Rockingham. "You would not be such a fool... Simply to be rid of me, you would unleash humanitys nightmares upon this plane?! I cannot believe you would..." Sith growled as he attempted to stand, using the crumbling walls as support. "Death will only be freed when I receive my gift, my boon... No sooner! Tell me Rockingham, my once prised student... Will you truly condemn this realm to waking nighmares over your hatred for me?"
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"He won't...But I will..." I hissed. I pushed free from the plants. The 'room' was like a jungle. They plants bent out of my way.
Sith's back was towards me, he turned. I didn't know where the arrow came from , but I would have to repay the man who made such a daring move.
"He won't...But I will..." I hissed. I pushed free from the plants. The 'room' was like a jungle. They plants bent out of my way.
Sith's back was towards me, he turned. I didn't know where the arrow came from , but I would have to repay the man who made such a daring move.
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"No," Sabaka ran to Rockingham's side. He looked at the man. It was his friends all right, but something was different. A lot of things were different.
"This doesn't concern you anymore," Rockingham didn't even look at him, he stared intently at Sith.
"Of course it concerns me. This spell concerns everyone, come on Rocky, you aren't going to hurt innocent lives, are you?"
Rockingham's cold eyes burnt into Sabaka's memory, but then passed. Sabaka felt shivered through and through.
He shook his head, trying to let the memories of that instant escape him.
"Sith needs to die, I know that, but you can't risk everything to just kill one person."
Rockingham shoved him aside, forcefully, "You are too stupid to comprehend this. I can control the nightmares."
Sabaka looked at him from the ground.
"Sith doesn't even think he can control them, what makes you able to?"
Rockingham held up a pendant, "A lucky charm."
There was nothing but hate in his eyes. Sabaka could see it, and he hated it. He hated the fact that Rocky had become this monster, and that Sith had turned him into this.
"This doesn't concern you anymore," Rockingham didn't even look at him, he stared intently at Sith.
"Of course it concerns me. This spell concerns everyone, come on Rocky, you aren't going to hurt innocent lives, are you?"
Rockingham's cold eyes burnt into Sabaka's memory, but then passed. Sabaka felt shivered through and through.
He shook his head, trying to let the memories of that instant escape him.
"Sith needs to die, I know that, but you can't risk everything to just kill one person."
Rockingham shoved him aside, forcefully, "You are too stupid to comprehend this. I can control the nightmares."
Sabaka looked at him from the ground.
"Sith doesn't even think he can control them, what makes you able to?"
Rockingham held up a pendant, "A lucky charm."
There was nothing but hate in his eyes. Sabaka could see it, and he hated it. He hated the fact that Rocky had become this monster, and that Sith had turned him into this.
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Robert Sith:
"This is rediculous!" Sith hissed in outrage. "You dare debate over something that is impossible?! Kill me?! Hahaha! Now while I hold death itself under my thumb!" Sith bundled the dark energies he knew so well within his breast, letting them wash away his mortal pain. He pushed away from the wall, walking toward Rockingham slowly. "It was you who betrayed me Rockingham... Remember? I gave you everything within my power... But that wasn't enough for you was it?! You are even more of a monster than me... Can you not see that? And now you will claim I have no right to live?! What of you?! What of your betrayal?! Speak now! And let it be known who... What you truly are!" Sith's voice was that of a stern father toward Rockingham.
"This is rediculous!" Sith hissed in outrage. "You dare debate over something that is impossible?! Kill me?! Hahaha! Now while I hold death itself under my thumb!" Sith bundled the dark energies he knew so well within his breast, letting them wash away his mortal pain. He pushed away from the wall, walking toward Rockingham slowly. "It was you who betrayed me Rockingham... Remember? I gave you everything within my power... But that wasn't enough for you was it?! You are even more of a monster than me... Can you not see that? And now you will claim I have no right to live?! What of you?! What of your betrayal?! Speak now! And let it be known who... What you truly are!" Sith's voice was that of a stern father toward Rockingham.
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"I tried to kill you once," he said, letting Sabaka lie on the ground, "I had the wrong reasons, but I was doing good. You are pure evil, and in order to end the world of you, I must kill you."
Rockingham held the vial up high.
"No, I take that back. I won't kill you, in fact, you will kill yourself. After facing your worst nightmare you will beg to die."
"And then..." Rocky hissed, "All of it will be mine."
The bottle was hurled to the ground, breaking at Rocky's feet. Black whisps of air circled around his body, crawling upwards towards his outstretched arms. A dark cloud came over the horison, blocking all light. It was nothing ordinary.
"Now," his voice seemed to come from hell itself, "Kill Sith now."
Rockingham lifted off the ground, gently, his concentration showing on his smeared face. Sweat came off him in beads. He looked only at Sith.
"There's no use fighting it, you will die."
Under Sith's feet, the ground began to open up.
Rockingham held the vial up high.
"No, I take that back. I won't kill you, in fact, you will kill yourself. After facing your worst nightmare you will beg to die."
"And then..." Rocky hissed, "All of it will be mine."
The bottle was hurled to the ground, breaking at Rocky's feet. Black whisps of air circled around his body, crawling upwards towards his outstretched arms. A dark cloud came over the horison, blocking all light. It was nothing ordinary.
"Now," his voice seemed to come from hell itself, "Kill Sith now."
Rockingham lifted off the ground, gently, his concentration showing on his smeared face. Sweat came off him in beads. He looked only at Sith.
"There's no use fighting it, you will die."
Under Sith's feet, the ground began to open up.
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Robert Sith:
Rotting gnarled hands clawed their way up Siths body from the unnatural opening beneath him. "No!* He shrieked. *I command you! I control you!" His voice was shrill as the reanimated bodies of the dead climbed him. Their broken and jagged finger nails biting into his flesh, ripping red pulsing meat from his body as he fought hopelessly to break free of them. They would not obey him... Dispite his efforts to control them, they simply clawed on and on. He was blocked from veiw as they tore him to shreds. All that could be heard was his shrieking. flesh and blood spattered from the hands of the undead hoard as they did their unholy deed. Soon there was silence, as Sith had nothing left to scream with, yet his presence was still there locked into his dismembered flesh. His eyes still saw, his flesh still felt all the tortures of mortality. It was his nightmare... It was his hell.
Rotting gnarled hands clawed their way up Siths body from the unnatural opening beneath him. "No!* He shrieked. *I command you! I control you!" His voice was shrill as the reanimated bodies of the dead climbed him. Their broken and jagged finger nails biting into his flesh, ripping red pulsing meat from his body as he fought hopelessly to break free of them. They would not obey him... Dispite his efforts to control them, they simply clawed on and on. He was blocked from veiw as they tore him to shreds. All that could be heard was his shrieking. flesh and blood spattered from the hands of the undead hoard as they did their unholy deed. Soon there was silence, as Sith had nothing left to scream with, yet his presence was still there locked into his dismembered flesh. His eyes still saw, his flesh still felt all the tortures of mortality. It was his nightmare... It was his hell.
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Rocky lowered himself down. He looked at the pieces of flesh. With some difficulty he closed the ground up. It took several minutes of concentration. He could do it though, there was no doubt in his mind he could do it.
"There are things worse than death, Sith," he half kneeled, half fell to the ground, "Release death and the pain will stop. I guarantee it, the pain will stop."
He raised his hands.
"It can be over, or it can continue on for eternity. To spend forever in a million jars for a million purposes, to be poked and pried, and to have things done to you so unimaginable that only your worst nightmares have even uttered a breath of them"
Rockingham looked into the dead man's eyes, even as they blinked.
"Let... death... go."
"There are things worse than death, Sith," he half kneeled, half fell to the ground, "Release death and the pain will stop. I guarantee it, the pain will stop."
He raised his hands.
"It can be over, or it can continue on for eternity. To spend forever in a million jars for a million purposes, to be poked and pried, and to have things done to you so unimaginable that only your worst nightmares have even uttered a breath of them"
Rockingham looked into the dead man's eyes, even as they blinked.
"Let... death... go."
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Robert Sith:
At first Siths eyes showed defiance, slowly subsiding to a cold submitance, accepting what Rockingham said as truth. His binding around the entity that was death was released. Only... Only his eyes did not close, hundreds upon hundreds found the solice of death, but it would not come to Sith, his eyes burned as he could not blink, his mouth could not scream, his lungs could not draw breath, but yet, his flesh felt the pain of it all... The need for his eyes to close, the pang of empty lungs... It was all there, but he could do nothing to stop it... His eyes showed fear and pleaded with Rockingham for help.
At first Siths eyes showed defiance, slowly subsiding to a cold submitance, accepting what Rockingham said as truth. His binding around the entity that was death was released. Only... Only his eyes did not close, hundreds upon hundreds found the solice of death, but it would not come to Sith, his eyes burned as he could not blink, his mouth could not scream, his lungs could not draw breath, but yet, his flesh felt the pain of it all... The need for his eyes to close, the pang of empty lungs... It was all there, but he could do nothing to stop it... His eyes showed fear and pleaded with Rockingham for help.
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Rocky's hand was outstretched on the remains of Sith. His eyes peered at it with pure hatrd. He could tell what his eyes were asking for, but he would not allow it.
"Rocky," Sabaka stepped out in front of him, "Let him go. It's over, it's all over."
Rockingham didn't even try to recognize Sabaka. He simply looked at the dishevelled body.
"You didn't think I'd just let you die, did you? I still have a job to finish."
"Rocky, what the hell are you talking about?"
Rockingham grabbed Sabaka by the shirt, "Don't you see? Sith was weak, one spell and I killed him. This world wasn't his to conquer," his eyes sparked of pure evil, "It was mine."
"Rocky no.." Sabaka was hurled through the air, into a tree. He laid limp next to the trunk.
Rocky rose up in the air, looking at the others. His eyes showing them exactly what he had in mind. They were ready to attack.
"Wait... wait, just a mine," he smiled brightly, "I forgot to show you my new friend."
A black smoke arose over Sith's remains. It rose into the air, 20 then 30 and finally 50 feet. Black smoke, along with Sith swirled around in this evil vortex.
A dark creature emerged, tall, ugly, and resembled Sith greatly. It had a collar around it's neck. Rocky looked at it almost like a father would a son.
"Destroy them all...."
(Ravenloft, you can make up whatever sort of evil thing you would like. I thought this would be the best approach, this way you get brought back to life, and you now have new powers and stuff, don't worry, you won't be under Rocky's spell for long)
"Rocky," Sabaka stepped out in front of him, "Let him go. It's over, it's all over."
Rockingham didn't even try to recognize Sabaka. He simply looked at the dishevelled body.
"You didn't think I'd just let you die, did you? I still have a job to finish."
"Rocky, what the hell are you talking about?"
Rockingham grabbed Sabaka by the shirt, "Don't you see? Sith was weak, one spell and I killed him. This world wasn't his to conquer," his eyes sparked of pure evil, "It was mine."
"Rocky no.." Sabaka was hurled through the air, into a tree. He laid limp next to the trunk.
Rocky rose up in the air, looking at the others. His eyes showing them exactly what he had in mind. They were ready to attack.
"Wait... wait, just a mine," he smiled brightly, "I forgot to show you my new friend."
A black smoke arose over Sith's remains. It rose into the air, 20 then 30 and finally 50 feet. Black smoke, along with Sith swirled around in this evil vortex.
A dark creature emerged, tall, ugly, and resembled Sith greatly. It had a collar around it's neck. Rocky looked at it almost like a father would a son.
"Destroy them all...."
(Ravenloft, you can make up whatever sort of evil thing you would like. I thought this would be the best approach, this way you get brought back to life, and you now have new powers and stuff, don't worry, you won't be under Rocky's spell for long)
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A slow, unearthly hiss poured from sith's reanimate lips as bile and blood dripped from its tongue that hung limply from its mouth. Its gnarled and broken fingers stretched out to the stunned group as its ragged feet shuffled along the rubble coated ground, paying no mind whatsoever to all the jagged stones and rocks that bit into and ripped at its feet. It had only one instruction, one purpose for being. As Rockingham had commanded, it was bent on the distruction of all of them, save for its creator... With grasping claw like fingers it reached for Sabaka first, intent on ripping free the mans living fleshk, feaverishly lusting to feed upon it...
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