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House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

« Square » said a scruffy middle-aged man as he put down a Jack of Spades on a weathered wood table around which sat three others in discoloured moth holed clothes.
A young man, balancing on the rear legs of his chair, his cards held close to his chest turn to the old man. “Dammit fella, I’m going to start tak…”.

The distant sound of a fog horn interrupted his speech. He let himself fall forward and slapped his deck on the table. The old man picked up one of the candles by which light they played in this dilapidated shack and lit a pair of oil lanterns before heading out the door.

Walking down the pier, followed by his colleagues, he spotted the imposing silhouette of a carrack sitting atop the bay’s foggy surface. Orange lights moved back and forth on top of the black shape of the three-mast ship. The old man raised his lamp above his head and waived it. One of the ships lights blinked as to communicate it had spotted the stevedores who in return placed their lamps as to signal the piers’ limits.
The carrack slowly glided towards the shore until its keel hit the stone wall with a soft thud.

Wooden soles clanked on the main bridge, closing on the guard rail until a lamp popped out from the side of the ship. Holding it was a man in a long black and yellow plaid frock coat with a braided brown beard.

“Ooh crap. Fuck. We didn’t hit anything important did we? I can’t see shit in that bloody weather.”
“That might be because you’re five fucking hours late and it’s fucking night.”
“It’s a blasted ship, what am I supposed to do? Blow on the sodding sails?”
“Don’t set a fucking appointment if you’re not going to fucking show on fucking time, fuck dammit.”

Behind the captain, two men lowered a ramp from the ship.
“So you’re going to do your bloody job or what?”

Two of the stevedores rolled with a large ornate cart onto the pier with great difficulty as sailors started to pile up large crates.
As they started loading the cart the loud sound of heavy steps resounded across the ship’s hull.

The wood creaked and the ship wobbled under the weight. The stevedores surprised looked up at the ship froze with terror. A dragon stood in front of them, dressed in sapphire blue scales. It was the size of an elephant and had the silhouette of a lion. Its tail, almost as long as the rest of its body, ended with an arrowhead shaped bony plate. A faint glow came off from its eyes, nostrils, mouth and its foot long teeth. Horns twice as long projected up and out of its skull, slanting backwards slightly. The beast twisted and arched its neck and spine, pushed it's shoulder blades together as it stretch every muscle of its body, its respiration sounding like the grinding of a quern-stone.

An enormous cloaked figure walked up to its side and tapped it on the back. A black haired, grey skinned Talosian, nine feet tall and three feet across the shoulders, dressed in continental fashion, a long black tunic covering puffy linen pants stuffed into a pair of scraped leather boots. The sailors standing next to him barely reached his waist.

“Huuah!” he moaned in an unnaturally deep voice as he stretched his arms out above his head.
“Master Wilhelm, please take a seat, your personal effects will be unloaded shortly.”
The Talosian stared at the captain for a second in somewhat annoyed disbelief before crouching to grab at the net wrapping around the largest crate on the bridge and with a swing throwing it over his shoulder, walking down the ramp and slamming it onto the cart.

As he turned his gaze to the city, Wilhelm found two dismounted knights in white armour and draped in purple capes standing silent at the pier’s entrance, waiting to escort him away. Above them was the black figure of a one hundred and fifty feet tall keep that overlooked this portion of the docks.

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

Name : Willhelm Fiore von Ossau
Age : 43
Sex : Male

Race : Marked Talosian

Appearance : Fiore is nine feet tall and of thick muscular build. He sports the long hair and beard of his people.

Appearance

Personality : Fiore is a boisterous drunk who enjoys feast, alcohol and violence at a rarely equaled pace. He drinks in the noblest houses and in the seediest bars. He fights in the most prestigious tournaments and in the shadiest fighting pits and he wins.

Biography : Fiore was born to a noble family established in the Laurelian piedmont. Heir to nothing but a title, he, as his people’s custom dictates, went on his way to make his own glory and cut himself a way into history.
He responded to his country’s call to arms with only his arms, mount, armor and enough money for 2 weeks of food and housing. The second sons of his rural country contributed disproportionately to the Laurelian’s army in both numbers and might. This small but illustrious part of the army, in the absence of any professional status or clearly defined chain of command tended to band and sometimes to syndicate into mercenary companies. Such companies preceded and survived the conclusion of wars, taking on various contracts.
Fiore affiliated one such company and in this context found himself travelling far and wide guarding caravans, defending villages and wealthy merchants, hunting down warlords and laying waste to criminal organizations; sometimes accompanied, often alone.
It is one such travel in the Grey Peaks that Fiore found himself by a group of creedless Talossian mercenaries and thrown into one of the mountain’s darkest dungeons. In this dungeon he became cellmate with a shrewd old Venaran noble with a chip on his shoulder and plans outside of this hole.
Together they planned and schemed grand entreprises in the pitch black of their cell. It was those conversations that kept their mind running and kept them from losing their minds.
Eventually after costly trial and error they figured a way out of the dungeon and Fiore punched his way through their captors rank with his bare hands, leaving a trail of splattered heads and torn limbs.

Equipment :
Maria : A feisty and stubborn dracoth mare. Nine feet tall at the neck.

My Hider

Ignore the rider

Munition grade plate

Armor

Spadone : A nine feet long two-handed sword.

Spadone

Schiavona : A 5 feet basket-hilted broadsword.

Schiavona

Pair of wheellock pistols : A pair of Talosian sized wheellock pistols.

Wheellock pistols

Skills :
Gifted : Duelling, Gunnery
Above Average : Athleticism, Brawling, Reputation
Deficient : Archery, Grace

Marked ability : Talos

Star Wars : Rathos' Legacy

The heavy metal doors thrashed open from the explosion revealing the temple’s vestibule, a great hall which many stone arches intertwined into a net through which the elements bled. A mosaic of beige and teal tiles described abstract pattern on the floor around a central lane of elevated parterres around which mirror fountains flowed.

“It is time.” Yoordlan said opening his eyes. He could sense them just outside the door. The small team at the door stepped out and made to throw their grenades. All of their explosives froze in mid air before the men and exploded. The doors flew apart and the three entered. The guardian ignited his blue double-sided saber with twin hisses.
“Fall in behind me and keep them pinned!” he shouted to the spread out team of fifteen soldiers he had with him. The doors were still a good forty yards away, plenty of distance to keep the soldiers safe from the mess of lightsabers that would soon be underway. They could use the large tree and fountains in the center of the room as cover from some of the deflected bolts as well. Yordlan hoped it would be enough, it had to be. His dark eyes flicked to the other two jedi in the room.
They were waiting just off to the right of the door, only about ten meters from the entry point of the Sith, dangerously close. He should have been the one to stand so close to them. The Consular had insisted though that it should be Yordlan that led the soldiers, the Twi’lek could argue with that logic.. Consular Geoff had his hand raised, a number of metal shards and pieces of rock from the door held in the air by the Force alone. The short human grimaced and let his hand fall, the pieces clattering to the ground. His padawan stood just behind him, eyes wide with anticipation and what looked like awe at the sight of their foes.
The Twi’lek Guardian started to move forward, whirling his double-saber into a flourishing pattern of dizzying azure light, “You three have come to fail! Turn and run with your lives or face me and die!” He shouted before lunging forward, a hailstorm of blaster fire being unleashed from the soldiers behind him.

Geoff let out his own shout of resolve, a saber of green springing to life in each of his hands, the left being slightly shorter than a normal lightsaber. “With me!” he called out to his padawan before sending his left hand saber streaking toward the reddish skinned woman. He did not make it spin like many who threw their sabers did. He prefered to keep it controlled and like a blaster bolt. He had the control to alter its course slightly if the woman tried to just deflect it like a standard bolt.

The Padawan followed his master, blinking rapidly. There was supposed to be three of them. They had sensed them, they even seemed to act like there was three of them. Yet, he could only see two of them. A man in a mask and a woman. There might be something else there, but, he just could not seem to focus on it or understand what it was supposed to be. Probably just his nerves getting to him.

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Geoff’s sabre stopped dead in midair before making it to the Zeltron’s chest and its blade shutdown. The masked Sith had thrust his left arm and grabbed onto the weapon with the force. His attempt at harming the female Sith he walked by had fed the robed figure’s ire. Though it was frequent for Siths to latch on to events and psych themselves into a deliberate rage, the consular, through the contest of control, could sense the sincere outrage in the Sith’s mind.
Geoff struggled with great effort to try to take back control of the sabre, pushing it with all the might he could afford to muster but the power of his opponent progressively overwhelmed him.

The sabre picked up momentum and as Maegr opened his clenched hand into an open palm facing the jedi, the saber suddenly darted back into the Jedi’s direction spinning rapidly only to fly past his head.

Feeling a bit of relief at the thought of his enemy missing his mark, he ever so slightly dropped his attention away from the sabre. The green blade sprang to life and took a wide turn towards the crowd of soldier wading through five of the men with the disconcerting ease that was characteristic of lightsabers.

The Sith, with an upward swing of his right hand through bolts of lightning that, surging from his palm, ran along the ground towards the consular at great speed. Taking advantage of the masked man’s split attention, he seized back control of his sabre and steered away from the other soldiers back into his hand and guarded himself from the bolts with it.

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Before the female could act, the green sabre had been halted and sent out on a tyriad against the soldiers behind the Consular, causing her violet eyes to focus briefly on Maegr. This was normal for him, any time he saw an attack headed for her he rarely ever let it get close enough to do any form of damage if it was within his power to stop it. Well, even if she wanted to this was no time to complain about what he had done for her, so she simply adjusted her attention to the next jedi, her sabre’s springing to life within her hands. This was not a time for words, this was a time for action, they had a mission to take care of.

The Twi’lek reached his target at a full run, the speed of which was the telltale sign of someone pushing themselves beyond normal limits with the Force. He sent his dual-sided blue saber into a whirling flurry of blows aimed at taking the red skinned woman in pieces. His flow was perfect, each strike was quickly redirected and sent into a sudden faint or true strike. The two blades, one extended from each side of his hilt, assisted this flurry of motion. He was using Shien in it’s truest form, currently banking on the sudden burst of aggression to overwhelm his foe.

Sabre’s at the ready, Arianna locked eyes with the Jedi that came at her, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she countered the blow. While it may not have landed, the force behind the attack jarred her arms a bit causing her to grimace before she pushed forward, forcing the man away from her. In retaliation, she began her own barrage of attacks, sabres ringing out in protest as the two began their intricate dance.

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Maegr pulled at the sabre at his waist and from under his robes came a foot long hilt, a five feet long bright red blade surged from it as he ran forth ran forth towards the enemy back line. He lept over the knights and with his sabre blocked the strikes that targeted him in mid-air to land behind them.
The Sith felt a strike at his exposed back approach from the Twi’leks dual-blade but did nothing to stop it. Arianna bashed the knights slash out of course with an overhead strike as Maegr with a flick of his weapon knocked the consular’s thrust off target.
As the consular and the padawan lunged at his chest Maegr jumped and with a quick circular slash blocked both attacks and planted his heel into the young one’s face causing him to step back.

The simple soldiers behind the Jedis dared not fire at the melee for fear fear or hitting one of their masters. Geoff came at the Sith with a flurry of thrusts that seemingly took Maegr attention away from the Jedi from the padawan. As the Sith recoiled from the erratic attack pattern of the Jedi, the padawan prepared to strike him from behind with a telegraphed cut, waiting for the moment Maegr’s used his sabre to block one of the master’s attacks.
When the consular’s blade met that of his opponent he pushed through into a slash to force him to maintain contact and afford his padawan the time strike. The padawan footwork was punctuated by the sound of a sabre igniting. Immense pain coursed through his body but he found himself unable to scream. In his opponent’s offhand was a new sabre, held in an inverse grip and extending behind him and through the young one’s heart. The Sith had not even glanced at him.

Reading the fear and shock in the consular’s mind he winded his wrist into an overhead strike that the Jedi blocked before an orange blade sprang to his side and from behind crossed waist from left to right.
In shock as well, the Twi’lek lost focus and turn his gaze away from Arianna, for only a second. She punished the mistake by splitting the knight from shoulder to stomach.

Star Wars : Rathos' Legacy

The troops grew silent as everything on deck rattled under the sustained fire of the temple's anti-air guns. The weapons, only suitable for shooting down starfighters were little more than white noise to the corvette's shields but it was, with the turmoil of atmospheric entry enough to shake the crew to the point of tripping a few of the men over.
A sense of gloom had taken over the ship’s crew as the drop neared. Attacking a Jedi temple would have been no small task for a dozen Siths and a company of the Empire’s best troopers but they were not even close to those figures.
Rathos was, in Sith tradition, a shameless glory hound in constant search of the next victory for him to claim credit for, the more perilous the better. In that spirit, their Dark Lord had scrambled his apprentices and a platoon of their planet’s local troops hoping this uphill battle and the massacre of the massacre of young initiates would be remembered as a turning point in the war. The last straw that would destroy the morale of the Republic and their Jedi.

The three Siths however, stood in line at the edge of the loading bay unphased, seemingly immune to the tremors.

Maegr reached for Arianna's hand. He spent most of the way down looking at her until the ship slowed and the bay's doors opened a good fifty meters off the ground. She was an anchor in the chaos of the warped and unnatural emotions induced by the drug that constantly flowed through his veins. Of all them anger dominated, anger at nothing and at everything that he came across. The violent impulses born from that rage, he had been relentlessly trained to give into to the point that no inhibition came to suppress the urge to kill. He often found himself cutting down those that stood in his way before he even knew of his own murderous intentions, a trait he despised in himself.

Letting go of Arianna's hand he cranked a valve on the chest piece beneath his robes, patted Silas on the back with his other hand and jumped out of the ship sabres in hand. The rush adrenaline was a relief to the physical aches imposed by the Dark Side’s corrupting influence on the body and the drugs significant side-effects.

The local planetary defence troops had entrenched themselves in front of the temple's sandstone walls. Mobile parapets and assault cannon nests had been set up. Barely more than a hundred men stood in defence of the holy site, scared and unprepared for an engagement of that scale on such short notice.
Maegr, on his way down, opened his hand and pulled at his offhand sabre that promptly snapped into his. Raising it above his head he swung it into a throw that swooped across the enemy defence line cutting down several soldiers in its wake and hit the ground down on one knee with no impact, as if weightless.
Not a second passed before his two comrades landed to each his sides in similar fashion.

As the defence line was ready to wipe them out with more blaster fire than they could expect to deflect, the Ravenbeak tipped its nose towards the massed crowd firing a volley of green plasma with its earshatteringly loud anti-starship guns leaving nothing but smoke and molten metal afoot the walls.
With this done, the ship stabilised and the Imperial troops rappelled down from its belly.

Star Wars : Rathos' Legacy

Name : Maegr Sond

Race : Human
Age : 25

Force sensitive : yes

Appearance :

Maegr Sond

Maegr is of average height and medium build. His skin is sickly white and his hair raven black, wavy and of shoulder length. He usually covers his face with a helmet or mask that conceal his inhaling device.

Persona :
Maegr though lucid in hindsight is irascible to a fault, often pointlessly reckless. Prone to fits of rage, contained or not, his patience can whitle down to volatile levels in unfavorable circumstances. Because dwelling on these dark emotions can rapidly make him lose his mind he seeks out near constant distraction, be it work or entertainment.

Force powers :
Maegr is uncommonly strong in the force. His excecrable mood swing make him particularly strong in the dark side.
- Precognition : Though he lacks the focus and meditation technique to predict long term events his immediate precognition in battle and awareness of his surrounding are exceptional.
- Telekinesis : His telekinesis is extremely potent. Though it acts as an extension of his body it is rather unrefined in its accuracy.
- Force lightning : His force lightning is overwhelmingly powerful to most of his opponents.
- Force shout : Maegr is capable of ear shattering screams.

Saber style :
Though trained in all forms of the Sith combat forms, Maegr focus on a particularly aggresive single blade hand-a-half style. His defense rests more on precognition than on guarding stances.
His technique borrows heavily from the Ataru, Shien and Juyo forms.
He keeps a second saber on hand in case of a need for a change of strategy as he is proficient in dual wielding.

Bio :
Maegr was born on an agrarian world. The village he came from was home to a light side cult in which both his parents were force mystics working as priests, counsellors and witch-doctors.
During the Sith campaigns in the sector Darth Rathus came to instore Imperial rule and collect tribute in food. When he sensed the child's potential and took him, his parents powerless to stop the Sith.
Despite great potential, Maegr Sond disappointed Lord Rathus who, after inflicting several years of psychological torture, failed to push the student far enough the path of the Dark Side to his taste. Maegr failed to muster the intense emotions of hate, fear anger necessary to mastering its power. At wit's end, Lord Rathus acquired a powerful rage inducing drug and forced it on the child.
The drug induced violent outburts, a constant state of unrest, incredibly vivid nightmares and lethal withdrawal symptoms.
He quickly became incapable of functionning as a person, soon edging on madness until Arianna took him in. He soon became dependant of her care both functionally and practically.

Equipment :
Sith robes, Sith mask, nebulizer, two-handed hilt lightsaber, short hilt lightsaber

Star Wars : Rathos' Legacy

This is a reboot of a pre-existing RP after strong creative differences between the purveyor of the idea(me) and the de-facto GM emerged.
When denied complete control over the storyline, he quit.

As the RP had already begun we have decided it would be more appropriate to reboot the concept.

As his role is now to be filled, we have to determine whether one of the current members or a new comer will fill that role.
If a current member decides to fill in that spot might then decide to relinquish his current spot.
This will highly depend on the applications.

This leaves one of two roles to be filled :
- The role to be filled is that of a Sith in his mid-twenties kidnapped as a child by the Dark Lord Darth Rathos. He has a very strong sibling lke bond with the two other Siths of the RP.
Archetype : Basically a Darth Vader type. Large, sabre focused, rational minded. Nationalistic attachment to the Sith but not very convinced by the Sith ideology.
Race : Human or Near-human.

For reference :

Depiction of the character formerly filling that role.

- The role of a Jedi (late teens, early twenties, preferably female), as the player filling that role would like to take up the Sith role. Fervent believer in the Jedi way.

Either way, edginess not welcome.

For any question, PM me.

Star Wars : Rathos' Legacy

Rathos' Legacy

A Star Wars RP

>>>Click to see the crawl<<<

Decades after the defeat of the Empire at the hands of Luke Skywalker and the Rebels, the Galaxy is once again thrust into turmoil.

Self-proclaimed Sith lords are appearing by the dozen, led by the mysterious Darth Imperius. They are taking over remote star systems and usurping control over the helpless populace; the New Republic is unwilling or unable to help them all.

Meanwhile Sith Lord Darth Rathos sends his three apprentices Garrern Rayce, Maegr Sond and Ariana to the republic world of Korpus V, with orders to destroy the Jedi academy based there...

>>>Click to see the crawl<<<

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The Setting

Set in the the Post-Movie Era, the story follows a group of sith, as they are struggling to find balance between the two sides of the force. Having grown up together, and having made it through the hellish Sith training side by side our heroes managed to forge an ironclad camaraderie, despite the dark side's doctrine. It is that friendship that served as a catalyst for their eventually switch. Following an incident on Korpus V the heroes found themselves no longer able to adhere to the Dark Side's teachings, yet unable to shake them completely either. Opting instead to further the light side's cause from the shadows they embark on a clandestine quest to ensure galactic peace by taking down Darth Imperius, and preventing the rebirth of the Sith Empire.

Their quest will take our heroes throughout the Galaxy, facing bandits, warlords, hostile jedi and less than welcoming Sith Lords; all the while furthering the cause of the Light side through their own, very sith-like approach to interpersonal conflicts.

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Application

We're looking to have 4-5 players in total, 6 if pushed a little. Good sense of humor and ability to not go anal over details of the SW universe are a personal requirement haha!

If you want to apply submit the CS to me through PM first. Here's a basic outline:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Race:
Role: (which position you're applying for, the 4th main, the Jedi or your own roguish char)
Bio: (Just the main points we'd need to know. the rest is best revealed through gameplay.)
Personality: (again, just the quick vague outline. Your writing will do the rest.)
Specialization/Skills:
Equipment:

BETWEEN TWO SIDES - Star Wars RP

As H'daru opened the gate to the temple's walled garden, green light poured through the four meters tall archway, flooding the unlit halls.
Taking advantage of that break in the fight Maegr brought his gauntleted hand to the scalding gash in his mask, probing at the damage. Though little heat had transferred to his face thanks to careful engineering the breathing system was destroyed, several pipes and cables had been severed and sparks came off the seared electronics.
As the drug was not coming through the overwhelming buzz and pressure in his head, the twitches of his every muscles, the constant itches and tingles of his skin were slowly fading away.
His vision was becoming increasingly cloudier. A deafening screech overwhelmed his hearing. The pulsating pain in his skull became constant and spread across his body.

As Maegr turned his glare away for a moment the knight cut away a piece of one of the beige pillars the outdoors archway and hurled it at the Sith. Though inconvenienced by the light, he felt the block of ancient masonry approach and with a force push of his shattered it, thus filling the air between the two men with stone dust.
Four massive flower trees cornered the square patio, casting protective shadows over a treasure of some of the rarest medicinal and aromatic plants in the Galaxy. In the centre was a pit of raked sand, six meters cross and interspersed with large smooth grey rocks.
Maegr took a run up and pounced on the Jedi who now stood in the sand with a whirl that brought his saber into a downward slash at the right shoulder.

The knight brought his own blade in opposition, letting the two slide and followed the movement into a backwards leap. Planting his feet in the ground he closed the distance with a lunging thrust at the Sith's chest but the Sith bashed the point out of alignment with a downward sweep and, wrapping around it, tried for a thrust at the knight's wrist who switched off the sabre's blade and pulled his arm out of harms way. Before he had a chance to ignite it again, white lightning surged out of Maegr's armoured off hand.

The streams struck H'ruda across the chest and skull. Groaning in pain for a second he managed to gather the willpower to ignite his light sabre again and bring it in front of him. With focus he managed to redirect the lightning into his sabre, dispersing them and with an overswung slash reflecting them at the Sith who stopped them with a simple flick of his own blade.

With the progressive dulling of his senses Maegr focused on his perception through the force. H'ruda took the chance to gather his strength before launching into a flurry of blows with intermittent cut and thrust that the Sith showed no difficulty in blocking. Finally at the end of his wit the master tried to once again use his previous trick. Coming down with an overhead slash he cut off his sabre but Maegr did not try to block it and instead waited for the blade to be turned to strike with blinding speed at H'ruda's wrist, slashing off the Jedi's hand.
Clutching his off at the hip, he grabbed the H'ruda with the force and smashed him against one of the standing rocks in the pit.

Slowly walking up to H'ruda he put the point of his scarlet sabre at his throat when a pit grew in his stomach. Fear, anger, regret and compassion. Distress. Maegr sensed what Arianna had done.
Turning back, he stared into the master's teary eyes.
- "You win."
- "I know."

Maegr stroke at H'ruda's throat only to find his blade slashing through the air. The Jedi's body vanished as a gust of wind sweeped through the gardens, leaving only empty robes behind.

As soon as the fight was over, the residual dark emotions started dissipating and his mind and body began shutting down. Falling to his knees, he leaned against one of the rocks, and ripped off his mask. Blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth. Realising that he wasn't going to go any further, he gathered force power into his lungs and throat and let out an absurdly loud shout, "ARI", before collapsing face down into the ground.

BETWEEN TWO SIDES - Star Wars RP

Maegr strode through the dark halls of the jedi temple with furious purpose, Arianna pressing behind as if anxiously watching over. The walls were painted with abstract symbols and force script in the Republic's signature maroon.

As he walked around a corner bolts flashed at his head which he dodged without much difficulty meanwhile raising his left hand to stop Arianna from walking into them with a gentle force push. The bolts quickly stopped only to be followed by a slash at Maegr's knees.
Maegr jumped over the blade and its weilder landing behind him without a sound.
He unhooked his main saber from his heap and ignited it with his left hand.
An Jedi knight stood in front of him, tall and thin, sunkissed. He had vibrant blue eyes, shaggy brown hair with grey strands and a week's beard.
"This one is for me." he told Arianna.
"Do not die." she beseeched as she ran off ahead.
The Sith paced left and right, sizing his opponent, the length of his reach and the speed of his footwork.
Temporizing would only play into the Jedi's hand. Raising his saber with two hands over his head, he came down with a blatantly telegraphed slash at his opponents head which met the other saber, bouncing off it into a circular single-handed slash at the waist which was stopped again.
Maegr span the blade around his body in a flourish, accompanying the movement with waist and shoulders as if to give it momentum. From that flourish flew a series of blindingly fast hits at all angles but the Jedi managed to stop them. It soon came apparent that the Sith did not seem to bother with holding up a guard. He struck out at Maegr's chest with lunging thrusts at his chest that the Sith dodged and blocked with unsettling ease.
With this H'ruda came to understand that his opponent's had a clear vision of his upcoming moves, more so than most opponents he had ever faced, more so than he himself had of the Sith's.

With the next moves the Maegr struck at him with wide slash, down, right, left, up. Every sideways strike was wound up with brutal power by the spins of his passing footwork. Each strike the Jedi blocked wore down his physical and mental strength as the dark power of Sith rage coursed through his body.

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H'ruda sorely missing the fortitude of his prime saw that he could sustain the fight following that pattern for much longer. Looking to reengage on his own terms he broke off into a feat of force speed that Maegr stopped by blasting him against the wall at the of the corridor with force.
Taking a few steps of run up, he jumped at the Jedi in one of the spectacular slashes of the Ataru form. Though H'daru, after managing to retrieve his footing dodged the attack with relative ease by simply stepping aside and saw the opportunity of a counterstrike from behind his slash was met by Maegr's blade who had guarded his back before spinning into a jumped kick to the knight's head which sent him to the ground and a few meters back.

Marching towards him, Maegr clutched his hand and threw the Jedi into the large hall behind him.
Bracing his saber with both hands at his chest, he charged, letting out a painfully loud shout.

BETWEEN TWO SIDES - Star Wars RP

The troops grew silent as everything on deck rattled under the sustained fire of the temple's anti-air guns. The weapons, only suitable for shooting down starfighters were little more than white noise to the corvette's shields but it was, with the turmoil of atmospheric entry enough to shake the crew to the point of tripping a few of the men over.

The three Siths however, stood in line at the edge of the loading bay unphased, seemingly immune to the tremors.

Maegr reached for Arianna's hand. He spent most of the way down looking at her until the ship slowed and the bay's doors opened a good fifty meters off the ground. Letting go of Arianna's hand he cranked a valve on the chest piece beneath his robes, patted Garrern on the back with his other hand and jumped out of the ship sabers in hand.

The local planetary defence troops had entrenched themselves in front of the temple's sandstone walls. Mobile parapets and assault cannon nests had been set up. Barely more than a hundred men stood in defence of the holy site.
Maegr threw his offhand saber on the way down which swooped across the enemy defence line cutting down several soldiers in its wake and hit the ground down on one knee with no impact, as if weightless.
Not a second passed before his two comrades entered the scene of operation in a similar fashion, on either sides.

The Ravenbeak tipped its nose towards the massed crowd firing a volley of green plasma with its earshatteringly loud anti-starship guns leaving nothing but smoke and molten metal.
With this done, the ship stabilised and the Imperial troops rappelled down from its belly.

Maegr walked to the gate closely followed by the others and with a force push smashed the old wooden doors open to reveal a great empty and unlit hall.