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7 yrs ago
Current Taking off early thanks to crazy personal stuff. Posts on Tuesday!
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7 yrs ago
Life can be...just wow. Lessons learned from my hiatus: it's ok to be vulnerable with those you care about, the people who love you will always remain in your life and be true to what you want.
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8 yrs ago
Aaaaand work got busy again. Breaking my rule of posting on Friday, but that'll be when I have time again.
8 yrs ago
Tied up at work! Be back tomorrow.
8 yrs ago
In the words of a famous Scottish king; "T'was a rough night". Taking off early for the weekend. Posts back on Monday!
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"She'll make soap out of you. That's what she does. Makes soap out of people."
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Haha! Man I do love that short, spunky Sith xD

Yeah, there was no way they were going to get out of there without killing it. Will get you a response on Monday! Need to tie up some loose ends before I veg out on the couch after work and play Resident evil 0 xD
They barreled through the door before Yerbol slammed it closed with a burst from his right palm. There was a deafening, furious cry that rattled his bones, jarred his mental faculties so much that he had to slump against the nearby wall, closing his eyes to try and recenter. Thankfully, nothing else occurred. No talons slicing through the door to grab and throw them to their dooms, no wicked laugh that emitted from an eyeless beast. Just silence.

And it scared him.

His eyes opened, now coherent enough to take in their surroundings. The room they were in now was almost a perfect square, the furnishings sparse except for an open air doorway that displayed sheets of rains coming down mercilessly on the once bleak and arid clearings they had complained about on their journey here. There was a path that extended outward in the distance, but the weather was providing little chance of spotting what was ahead of them. In the center of the room was a pedestal with a bust that looked familiar...
"Aria, isn't that the alien we saw earlier in the chamber? The one who wanted us to interrogate the prisoners?" He approached the bust and examined it closer. Even in stone, Yerbol could feel the mystifying gaze of the True Sith piercing him.
"He might have been the one to design the whole system of trials." He mused, bending down to look at the inscription beneath:
"Before you is the last step. Conquer." Standing up fully, he commented:
"So we must have done the other two, right? We definitely ascended and conquering must have been-" The room shook as the earth under their feet quaked, the rain crystallizing mid-air as that signature soft, wicked cackle floated through the room. Accompanied by the cackle was a voice, harsh yet lilting in an almost melodious way:
"It has been too long since the Acolytes have tested my strength. Why flee?" Crunching some of the frozen rain, the beast stepped forward from the surreal picture, snout knocking more of the crystallized liquid away. It's jaws didn't move, but the voice continued:
"You don't smell of Sith blood. Odd. They do not normally send humans." Yerbol cast a wary glance at his companion before he stepped forward, responding:
"And what DO you know of the True Sith?"
"That I was created by them, that I was to ensure that none as weak as you would ever enter their fold."
"You assume we are weak?" The creature drew closer.
"I assume nothing. I know all." Yerbol muttered to Aria:
"We're going to have to kill it. Any ideas besides plunging onto a stone path elevated hundreds of feet above ground to fight a crazed creature that can manipulate weather? Cause I got nothing."
Time accelerated rapidly after the platforms locked together. He found himself standing next to his companion one moment and the next struggling to get himself free from the grasp of one of the horrific looking creatures he had ever laid eyes on. When the creature dropped him, Yerbol looked up and examined the scale free skin of its underbelly, it's imposing wings with barbs poking out of them. It was like a dragon and a bat had decided to create a child of massively uglier proportions than either creature could have summoned on their own.

Right, he was falling.

He wasn't able to tell how far in the air the winged demon had taken them, but he knew that the now much larger platform just blurred past his vision. Some of the formerly solid staircases had been severed to pieces, more than likely by the ice creature descent. At the speed he was going, it would be difficult to attach himself to any of the intact staircases, seeing as most wound closer to the rock face while he was almost dead center in the chamber. He would need to slow his velocity.

Palms pointed down, the young Knight took a deep breath, purposefully combatting the adrenaline rush his body was producing and focusing, forehead crinkling. He shifted his weight to the left, descent slowing considerably. Spotting the top of a staircase, he contorted his body mid-air, which allowed him to get closer to the stair. When his feet touched the stone step, the Jedi blew out a sigh of short lived relief. Now he had to get back up.

Yerbol glanced upward, whistling softly. It was at least by his estimation sixty feet up, maybe more. He knew he could jump using the Force, but that high? He scanned the other staircases, noting that the top of each terminating staircase seemed to form a zigzag pattern in the chamber. He smirked.

Leaping from step to step, he finally managed to get back up into the makeshift battleground. The creature was charging towards Aria, head down, body reared up in preparation for a pounce. Yerbol ignited his saber before throwing it, aiming it at the abnormally smooth legs. The saber knocked one leg, but it slashed the front right leg deeply, a roar of pain accompanying the slash. Yerbol ran forward, saber returning to his right hand before jumping and delivering an overhead slash to the right rear leg, which connected, but at a price: that leg was already poised to deliver a strong kick to the chest. He flew backwards, body slamming to the cold cement floor.
"Go for its legs!"
Gotcha! Will get on a reply now :-)
Oh that's good. That's real good.

Quick question: are both platforms connected now? It sounds like they are, but I wanted to clarify before I work on a response
Sounds great! Looking forward to reading:)
Feel free to improvise with the set up I gave you!
He snickered at her comment and subsequent playful punch, not full realizing how much shorter she was than him until she brought it to light. She was probably not a hair over five foot two. Then again, it was hard for the Knight to gauge others height. Being six foot three had its downsides.

"I've been thinking the same thing." He pointed at the door to their left.
"That HAS to be some kind of passageway back down or maybe it leads to a steep fall into the main area we just left, so that's a definite no." A thoughtful sigh came and went as the Knight examined both staircases, looking up each ascending corridor to find nothing but continuing stairs and lighting from above.
"I don't like the idea of splitting up, if you were thinking that. We can't risk one of us ending up in some molten lava pit while the other dies by the hands of those ice creatures." Yerbols jaw jutted out in curiosity.
"Well, well..." His eyes were cast downward at the bottom of the left staircase, kneeling to confirm what he had found.
"There are notches in the stairs..." He extended a hand forward to barely touch the grooves on the lowest step when the entire set blazed with a fierce crimson light that illuminated the path up. He walked to the other and did the same, his stomach tightening into a knot as the staircase crumbled to the ground in a heap of rubble.
"Well, I suppose they wanted their acolytes to be very observant?" Returning to the intact stairwell, he took an initial step forward. Seemed fine.
"Let's keep moving. Don't need those monsters down below to get any ideas."

The staircase wound around the first chamber in a circular pattern, the duo climbing ever upwards away from their initial pursuers that seemed to not be interesting in watching their former prey escape. In fact, after several minutes minutes of stair climbing, Yerbol looked out one of the carved openings to find that they had disappeared.
"Something tells me that they'll be back...or maybe I can't just accept a gift when it comes to us." Another few minutes had them arrive at another landing with one door ahead. After opening the door, they found themselves at the platform Yerbol had seen from the ground.
"That can't be it." He looked at Aria incredulously when he spotted across the way a door with a slit below.
"Might be the platform to get across. Mind helping me get it out?" He held his arms out, palms up as he focused his energies. He didn't feel the momentary rumbling above, the slight hissing of something being unsealed and the very, very soft cackle that gently wafted through the air...
Sorry for the delay! Internet was out across town :/
Ok, so have you played SWTOR lately? If not, I highly recommend trying Knights of the Fallen Empire because I would LOVE to do a story arc with you that's set in that universe.
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