Post by ¤Deva Darkbroode¤ on Jan 29, 2008 20:54:00 GMT -5
Name: Deva Darkbroode
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Dematri
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 103lbs
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Color: White
Skin tone: Fair
Tattoos: None
Scars: No
Piercings: Ears
Dress Code: Dematri Robes(She wears them open), a black high tank top, black cargo pants, black leather combat boots.
Weapons: Red Light Saber, Dematri Lue'Zhan Ceremony Katana, Revolver
Faction: Dematri
Rank: Empress
Force Sensitive: Yes
Lightsaber Form: Tràkata
Gun Form: Mastery Darkbroode Gun Arts
Sword Form: Dematri Sword Arts
Force Powers:
Council/Lord: All Basic - All Improved - 8 Advanced - 3 Council/Lord
Advanced: Repel, Deflection, Destroy Droid, Plague, Force Storm
Council/Lord: Force Crunch, Saber Control, Force Repelant
Skills: She has an unusual ability to fix almost anything that's given to her, she often sees things that others wouldn't even think of noticing.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strength: She's really agile, extremely adept in sword combat, and is extremely smart
Weakness: Her size doesn't allow for her to go against anyone a lot larger then her.
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: Deva loves sweets, she also likes to hear of the many battles her great grandmother Cyris was in, she likes projectile weapons(Aka, her Revolver).
Dislikes: Deva hates swords, and she dislikes her great grandfather Devlen.
Ship: The Darkbroode
Type: Dematri Class II Dreadnought
Size: 15,000 meters
Maximum speed: 1235 G
MGLT: 40 MGLT
Power output: 8.0 × 10^26 W
Weapons: Hex Cannons (50), Pin-Point-Defense Laser Cannons (600), Heavy Plasma Ion Missile Launchers (250)(40 Missiles Each), Turbolaser Clusters (150)(20 each cluster), Heavy Ion Cannons (200).
Complement:
Dematri Mk 2 Stealth Fighters (50)
Dematri Mk 4 StarFighters (150)
Max Crew: 800,000
Minimum Crew: 86,000
Passengers: 150,000 Troops
Current Crew:
Dematri Operatives: 450
Dematri Gunners: 120
Droids: 1,400
Troops: 0
Cargo Capacity: 400,000 tons
Supplies for 300,000 Individuals
Consumables: 6 Years
Communication Systems: HoloNet transceiver
Role: Capital Ship
Affiliation: Dematri Empire
Name: Devlen Darkbroode II
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Dematri
Height: 5'8
Weight: 150lbs
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Dyed Brown, Naturally White
Skin Color: Caucasion
Skin tone: Fair
Tattoos: None
Scars: None
Piercings: None
Dress Code: What kind of clothing do they wear?
Weapons: Dematri Lue'Zhan Battle Katana, Devlens Left handed Gauntlet
Faction: Dematri
Rank: Leader of the Lue'Zhan
Force Sensitive: Yes
Lightsaber Form: Juyo
Gun Form: Darkbroode Gun Arts
Sword Form: Mastery Dematri Sword Arts
Force Powers:
Council/Lord: All Basic - All Improved - 8 Advanced - 3 Council/Lord
Advanced: Repel, Deflection, Destroy Droid, Plague, Force Storm
Council/Lord: Force Crunch, Saber Control, Force Repelant
Skills: He's exceptionally good with revolvers yet hates using them (he passed Devlen the Gunslingers Revolver to his sister), he's extremely calm in extreme conditions
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strength: He's extremely strong despite his size, he's a fast thinker, and is even faster with a sword then his sister.
Weaknesses: He's extremely arrogant.
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: Devlen loves spices, he also worships his great grandfather, Devlen, he likes swords.
Dislikes: He hates projectile weapons, and he dislikes his great grandmother Cyris.
Ship: The Darkbroode
Type: Dematri Class II Dreadnought
Size: 15,000 meters
Maximum speed: 1235 G
MGLT: 40 MGLT
Power output: 8.0 × 10^26 W
Weapons: Hex Cannons (50), Pin-Point-Defense Laser Cannons (600), Heavy Plasma Ion Missile Launchers (250)(40 Missiles Each), Turbolaser Clusters (150)(20 each cluster), Heavy Ion Cannons (200).
Complement:
Dematri Mk 2 StealthFighters (50)
Dematri Mk 4 StarFighters (150)
Max Crew: 800,000
Minimum Crew: 86,000
Passengers: 150,000 Troops
Current Crew:
Dematri Operatives: 450
Dematri Gunners: 120
Droids: 1,400
Troops: 0
Cargo Capacity: 400,000 tons
Supplies for 300,000 Individuals
Consumables: 6 Years
Communication Systems: HoloNet transceiver
Role: Capital Ship
Affiliation: Dematri Empire
History:
(Will include both Devlen and Cyris's in one.)
Excerpt from the Writings of the Dematri Ranka Darkbroode
"Expect the unsuspected; always be on your guards. Never lose your focus with your surroundings, become one with it and interact with it as if it was your home and defend yourselves like who you are suppose to be…"
Epilogue
"It's time to stand up and fight, Deva, are you listening?"
Was I listening? No, not really, I was to busy thinking of my past to even pay attention to the obsticles infront of me. I'm not sure why I zoned out in such a way, but I'm sure it'll come in handy when I actually need to move. I am Deva Darkbroode, the last of the Bernet bloodline, and one of the few to possess the royal blood and title of Darkbroode. I don't stand alone, on the contrary, beside me stands my brother, the fiercest warrior I know. He was named after one of the greatest lords in Dematri history, after our great grandfather Devlen Darkbroode.
Of course we're not normal people, in fact we're far from normal. We're of the Dematri race, of course me and my brother aren't pure dematri by blood, our great grandmother Cyris was a mixture of human and mandalorian but was considered Dematri by her uncanny skill and by marraige to Devlen. But even so, blood doesn't count to our people, honor, skill, and worth are what count to us. And maybe the Dematri of this time have deteriorated a bit from their former glory, but that's why Me and Dev are here... To restore the pride of our race...
"Are you listening to me Deva? Stand up!"
Who do you think you're commanding around? I am the Empress of the Dematri race, my brother is in control of the most Elite group of warriors the Dematri possess, the Lue'Zhan. How did we come to power at such a ripe age? Do you really want to know?
"Deva Cyris Darkbroode, on your feet now!"
Really who do you think you're commanding around?
Chapter 1 - Birth of the Prodigy Children
"It's a girl. . ."
"Deva Cyris Darkbroode."
"It's a boy. . . "
"Devlen Darkbroode the Second."
I know, this is way back. The birth of two children that were philosophized as the great up bringers. Dev and I didn't even know what we were getting into, we couldn't even think in a logical pattern yet anyways. Shortly after our birth, she died, the woman who could have protected us, we were raised by our grand parents, Erica Bernet-Shan-Darkbroode, and her beloved Illian Haji.
Our father was unknown, like the prophecy had stated, he was a man who had a shadowed history... Possibly because he was a coward.
Devlen and I were of course twins, fraternal, but still twins enough. We are exactly different, what ever I like, he dislikes, what ever I dislike he likes. An example of this is that I like Cyris, he likes Devlen. I say Devlen was an arrogant and harsh ruler while Cyris had morals and was elegant. He says Cyris was impure of being called a Dematri and having the title of Darkbroode, she was also a fool for falling for the Jedi Jeff Shan rather then staying with Devlen, whom he says was a perfect example of what a Dematri warrior should be.
And this is the reason why he in my eyes is the most ferocious warrior of the Dematri. We're also different in appearance. When Devlen was born, he had the most brilliant silver hair, as for me, I had brown hair. It's a theory... But I believe every woman whose been born in the Darkbroode bloodline has brown hair because Cyris had brown hair, and every male has white hair because of Devlen.
Either way, my brother dys his hair brown in order to fit in when he goes off world.
We were born and raised to keep the Dematri as a secret until the time was right. We masked our everyday judgments when it came to interacting with people off world. And when we were asked our origins... We had to rid of them. I said I was born on Coruscant, he said he was born on Nar Shadda, in the end, they were clueless.
By the time we could walk and talk we began training. I drew more to politics then battle. But I was still adept in sword combat and gunslinging. I possessed skills with a lightsaber that haden't been seen since Cyris had been apart of the clans. Devlen on the other hand was war bound. He mastered every form of combat easily, he was nominated at a young age to be one of the Lue'Zhan. We were put into many trials at young ages. Deva was indeed a logical thinker when it came to them. She saw ways around battle and ways around obstacles. Devlen often rushed battle killed the opposition, and cut his way through any obstacle that stood in his way.
We were often subjected to the ways of the shadow. But it seemed I was more adept then Dev, sparring showed this as I blended in easily with the shadows, but if he found me it was he who would win battle with his superior skills in combat... So many times I could of murdered my very own brother from the shadows.
Then our trials came...
Chapter 2 - The Rise of the Empire
Being twins we were subjected to the main trials together. The trial was set in the temple of Darkbroode, the final resting place to Devlen and Cyris Darkbroode. The temple was said to be subject to the roughest trials ever, it was only the strongest Dematri that could defeat them, and those who did became Lue'Zhan, or in my case, Empress.
The elders pushed us to the temple entrance. Once there we were given a simple Katana and Revolver. We were to retrieve the sacred weapons of the couple, something no one had dared to do. Devlen's chamber was to the right, Cyris's was to the left, we would have to split up if we dared to finish the task on time. And so we did. . .
I broke left, Dev broke right. After a few hours of walking and guiding myself around obstacles I found a rather interesting set of words scrolled across the wall:
"We are the devourer of worlds…
The endless cycle of agony…
Which all souls are irresistibly drawn…
The purifying rhythm of fate…
Which all are bound to…
We are the angels of deaths…
You are only a Shadow…"
I must of stared at these words for a good ten minutes. The walls gave off an eerie feel like they were moving. And then... I felt it, the chill. I turned and drew the sword, my voice sounded off the walls, "show yourself."
The fog like beings appeared one after another. In all there were five. I believe they weren't from this land, but placed here to test me. Perhaps they were protecting the tomb...
"You cannot defeat us wanderer, in this sanctuary we are gods-"
I gave it an irritated look, "I've heard that line somewhere..." Indeed I didn't remember then, but now I recall something from the writings of Ranka Darkbroode about sentient guardian spirits, now I could defeat them in this day and age, and I'd of probably said the line, “It is on the contrary, you, that will be unable to defeat me thus in these shadows, here or anywhere, I am god and I am invulnerable to any of the attacks you can even hope to conceive together… You will be defeated.”
With my inturruption it may have irritated the phantoms, but I didn't buy their words. All at once I felt the particles in the air cut, the sound of them whistling off the blade itself, and felt the pressure of the last minute attacks. I bound myself down to the floor as five blades crossed, my body was like that of a leaping tuskcat, I rolled out of their circle and sent my blade hurling toward them. And every slash missed, not because I was inaccurate, but because they weren't in a solid form.
All seemed lost, I couldn't kill what couldn't be harmed. And with a unaltered sword it would be impossible. That's when I saw it all end in the blink of an eye. I saw my life stream being raped from my body as their swords came binding toward me. The vile in the back of my throat began to rise with my nervousness, my heart pounded in my chest, each beat bounded off my ribs with an agonistic rhythm. I felt the clammy sweat roll across my brow, and my eyes tighten closed. Why couldn't I move? Why wouldn't my feet shuffle to the side, why wouldn't my body drop to the floor again or press against the wall?
I thought it was over for sure, my eyes barely opened when I saw the flash of white hair. Their blades re-bounding off a single sword strike. The flutter of a black cloak caught my attention, "Devlen!"
Dust shot into the air with both swings of his Katana. Indeed he had killed five foes with the least amount of skill. His eyes shot to me, "You okay?" I simply nodded.
The remaining walk to the chamber of Cyris was filled with conversation of how he had to evade the guardians on his side and rush to Devlens resting place then pull the sword out to hit the figures head on with Dematri Doomnium. His Katana was definitely well put together, and was still sharp even though it was ancient. He also held a revolver in his hand, which he tossed to her, "Never liked long range weapons much..."
They opened the crypt where Cyris was supposed to lay. But there was no body, only an elegant sword about the same size as Devlens, but designed specifically for a womans grace. Deva took it in her hands and took a swipe with it, "Good..."
Chapter 3 - What Became of the Prodigy Children?
We came out hours before any other warrior who had gone in with their own prepared weapons. We were truely graced with skill, or so said the elder, but I would never tell them of how I broke down, for if I had Cyris's weapon in the battle, I wouldn't of fell to despare. I'll never let myself go into shock again.
I took the throne at six-teen. Devlen took hold of leading our Elite warriors, the Lue'Zhan. I was sure that Devlen would rule them well. In our first year we were graced by a crash landing of a Mandalorian ship. How pleased this was to us... Hostiles on our plane, and unexpectedly in the middle of the night. I dressed in my robes quickly, and when I had arrived to the field Devlen was already into battle. He and two other Dematri were facing atleast twenty Mandalorians alone and were easily holding their own. I don't believe I've ever respected my brothers style of fighting more then now.
My sword graced my hand and the metalic sound of the sword being drawn pleased me. It was then, I stepped onto the field, and was accompanied by my guard. Together we easily ravenged the Mandalorian force, and quickly got to dismantelling the tracking becon. Then it was clear... We were ready for rebuilding the Dematri empire.
Role Play Sample:
"DEVA!"
I opened my eyes finally and pulled my sword loose. Loki was looking me straight into the eyes. I noticed that a lot of our men were already moving forward to take care of the threat that landed. The Mandalorians in range caught sight of the becon on radar. And now they wanted to fight me? What a joke. Devlen was already cutting through their warriors faster then any of our other men. He was a good fifty yards ahead of the Lue'Zhan.
My feet touched off against the wet soil as I propelled my swift frame beyond the men that were in battle with other Mandalorians. I had to catch up to my brother. Devlen was making the gap wider and wider, he was already fighting some of the Mandalorians strongest warriors and hadn't faltered his strength yet.
My blade ran though a Mandalorian as I passed him by. Then I pulled my saber free from my cloak and lept to Devlens side, back to back, we slaughtered any Mandalorian who was foolish enough to step forward. But I was getting tired with each kill. Devlen was only getting faster and faster with it, I guess that's why I focused on the force...
And then the Mandalorians broke rank, mainly because I forced them to. My hand was extended and about thirty of the cluster slid away from me, that's when Devlen lept over me landed and ran all the way down the line with his sword extended, all thirty of them fell. "Deva, go back now... You're getting in the way..."
Did I hear him right? Did I actually hear him give me an order? "No."
That's when I felt Devlens blade swing around and stop at my throat. What was he doing? We were in the middle of a battle and he was going to threaten me? His leader! He stepped forward and foot pressed my shin making me fall, then blood rained over me from a mist that echoed out of the Mandalorians clean cut wound. Devlen truely was ahead of me in battle by many times...
I stood and began jogging away from him, I only looked back to see him engage five at once and fall each and every one of them with a single swing. . .
The following day came... A body count of 530 was counted for the Mandalorians, not a Dematri fell. My brother had counted each of his kills... Devlen landed 428 souls straight into the depths of hell itself... And I could only count five. . . Politics... Yeah I'll stick to em.
Deva
Devlen
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Dematri
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 103lbs
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Color: White
Skin tone: Fair
Tattoos: None
Scars: No
Piercings: Ears
Dress Code: Dematri Robes(She wears them open), a black high tank top, black cargo pants, black leather combat boots.
Weapons: Red Light Saber, Dematri Lue'Zhan Ceremony Katana, Revolver
Faction: Dematri
Rank: Empress
Force Sensitive: Yes
Lightsaber Form: Tràkata
Gun Form: Mastery Darkbroode Gun Arts
Sword Form: Dematri Sword Arts
Force Powers:
Council/Lord: All Basic - All Improved - 8 Advanced - 3 Council/Lord
Advanced: Repel, Deflection, Destroy Droid, Plague, Force Storm
Council/Lord: Force Crunch, Saber Control, Force Repelant
Skills: She has an unusual ability to fix almost anything that's given to her, she often sees things that others wouldn't even think of noticing.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strength: She's really agile, extremely adept in sword combat, and is extremely smart
Weakness: Her size doesn't allow for her to go against anyone a lot larger then her.
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: Deva loves sweets, she also likes to hear of the many battles her great grandmother Cyris was in, she likes projectile weapons(Aka, her Revolver).
Dislikes: Deva hates swords, and she dislikes her great grandfather Devlen.
Ship: The Darkbroode
Type: Dematri Class II Dreadnought
Size: 15,000 meters
Maximum speed: 1235 G
MGLT: 40 MGLT
Power output: 8.0 × 10^26 W
Weapons: Hex Cannons (50), Pin-Point-Defense Laser Cannons (600), Heavy Plasma Ion Missile Launchers (250)(40 Missiles Each), Turbolaser Clusters (150)(20 each cluster), Heavy Ion Cannons (200).
Complement:
Dematri Mk 2 Stealth Fighters (50)
Dematri Mk 4 StarFighters (150)
Max Crew: 800,000
Minimum Crew: 86,000
Passengers: 150,000 Troops
Current Crew:
Dematri Operatives: 450
Dematri Gunners: 120
Droids: 1,400
Troops: 0
Cargo Capacity: 400,000 tons
Supplies for 300,000 Individuals
Consumables: 6 Years
Communication Systems: HoloNet transceiver
Role: Capital Ship
Affiliation: Dematri Empire
Name: Devlen Darkbroode II
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Dematri
Height: 5'8
Weight: 150lbs
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Dyed Brown, Naturally White
Skin Color: Caucasion
Skin tone: Fair
Tattoos: None
Scars: None
Piercings: None
Dress Code: What kind of clothing do they wear?
Weapons: Dematri Lue'Zhan Battle Katana, Devlens Left handed Gauntlet
Faction: Dematri
Rank: Leader of the Lue'Zhan
Force Sensitive: Yes
Lightsaber Form: Juyo
Gun Form: Darkbroode Gun Arts
Sword Form: Mastery Dematri Sword Arts
Force Powers:
Council/Lord: All Basic - All Improved - 8 Advanced - 3 Council/Lord
Advanced: Repel, Deflection, Destroy Droid, Plague, Force Storm
Council/Lord: Force Crunch, Saber Control, Force Repelant
Skills: He's exceptionally good with revolvers yet hates using them (he passed Devlen the Gunslingers Revolver to his sister), he's extremely calm in extreme conditions
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strength: He's extremely strong despite his size, he's a fast thinker, and is even faster with a sword then his sister.
Weaknesses: He's extremely arrogant.
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: Devlen loves spices, he also worships his great grandfather, Devlen, he likes swords.
Dislikes: He hates projectile weapons, and he dislikes his great grandmother Cyris.
Ship: The Darkbroode
Type: Dematri Class II Dreadnought
Size: 15,000 meters
Maximum speed: 1235 G
MGLT: 40 MGLT
Power output: 8.0 × 10^26 W
Weapons: Hex Cannons (50), Pin-Point-Defense Laser Cannons (600), Heavy Plasma Ion Missile Launchers (250)(40 Missiles Each), Turbolaser Clusters (150)(20 each cluster), Heavy Ion Cannons (200).
Complement:
Dematri Mk 2 StealthFighters (50)
Dematri Mk 4 StarFighters (150)
Max Crew: 800,000
Minimum Crew: 86,000
Passengers: 150,000 Troops
Current Crew:
Dematri Operatives: 450
Dematri Gunners: 120
Droids: 1,400
Troops: 0
Cargo Capacity: 400,000 tons
Supplies for 300,000 Individuals
Consumables: 6 Years
Communication Systems: HoloNet transceiver
Role: Capital Ship
Affiliation: Dematri Empire
History:
(Will include both Devlen and Cyris's in one.)
Excerpt from the Writings of the Dematri Ranka Darkbroode
"Expect the unsuspected; always be on your guards. Never lose your focus with your surroundings, become one with it and interact with it as if it was your home and defend yourselves like who you are suppose to be…"
Epilogue
"It's time to stand up and fight, Deva, are you listening?"
Was I listening? No, not really, I was to busy thinking of my past to even pay attention to the obsticles infront of me. I'm not sure why I zoned out in such a way, but I'm sure it'll come in handy when I actually need to move. I am Deva Darkbroode, the last of the Bernet bloodline, and one of the few to possess the royal blood and title of Darkbroode. I don't stand alone, on the contrary, beside me stands my brother, the fiercest warrior I know. He was named after one of the greatest lords in Dematri history, after our great grandfather Devlen Darkbroode.
Of course we're not normal people, in fact we're far from normal. We're of the Dematri race, of course me and my brother aren't pure dematri by blood, our great grandmother Cyris was a mixture of human and mandalorian but was considered Dematri by her uncanny skill and by marraige to Devlen. But even so, blood doesn't count to our people, honor, skill, and worth are what count to us. And maybe the Dematri of this time have deteriorated a bit from their former glory, but that's why Me and Dev are here... To restore the pride of our race...
"Are you listening to me Deva? Stand up!"
Who do you think you're commanding around? I am the Empress of the Dematri race, my brother is in control of the most Elite group of warriors the Dematri possess, the Lue'Zhan. How did we come to power at such a ripe age? Do you really want to know?
"Deva Cyris Darkbroode, on your feet now!"
Really who do you think you're commanding around?
Chapter 1 - Birth of the Prodigy Children
"It's a girl. . ."
"Deva Cyris Darkbroode."
"It's a boy. . . "
"Devlen Darkbroode the Second."
I know, this is way back. The birth of two children that were philosophized as the great up bringers. Dev and I didn't even know what we were getting into, we couldn't even think in a logical pattern yet anyways. Shortly after our birth, she died, the woman who could have protected us, we were raised by our grand parents, Erica Bernet-Shan-Darkbroode, and her beloved Illian Haji.
Our father was unknown, like the prophecy had stated, he was a man who had a shadowed history... Possibly because he was a coward.
Devlen and I were of course twins, fraternal, but still twins enough. We are exactly different, what ever I like, he dislikes, what ever I dislike he likes. An example of this is that I like Cyris, he likes Devlen. I say Devlen was an arrogant and harsh ruler while Cyris had morals and was elegant. He says Cyris was impure of being called a Dematri and having the title of Darkbroode, she was also a fool for falling for the Jedi Jeff Shan rather then staying with Devlen, whom he says was a perfect example of what a Dematri warrior should be.
And this is the reason why he in my eyes is the most ferocious warrior of the Dematri. We're also different in appearance. When Devlen was born, he had the most brilliant silver hair, as for me, I had brown hair. It's a theory... But I believe every woman whose been born in the Darkbroode bloodline has brown hair because Cyris had brown hair, and every male has white hair because of Devlen.
Either way, my brother dys his hair brown in order to fit in when he goes off world.
We were born and raised to keep the Dematri as a secret until the time was right. We masked our everyday judgments when it came to interacting with people off world. And when we were asked our origins... We had to rid of them. I said I was born on Coruscant, he said he was born on Nar Shadda, in the end, they were clueless.
By the time we could walk and talk we began training. I drew more to politics then battle. But I was still adept in sword combat and gunslinging. I possessed skills with a lightsaber that haden't been seen since Cyris had been apart of the clans. Devlen on the other hand was war bound. He mastered every form of combat easily, he was nominated at a young age to be one of the Lue'Zhan. We were put into many trials at young ages. Deva was indeed a logical thinker when it came to them. She saw ways around battle and ways around obstacles. Devlen often rushed battle killed the opposition, and cut his way through any obstacle that stood in his way.
We were often subjected to the ways of the shadow. But it seemed I was more adept then Dev, sparring showed this as I blended in easily with the shadows, but if he found me it was he who would win battle with his superior skills in combat... So many times I could of murdered my very own brother from the shadows.
Then our trials came...
Chapter 2 - The Rise of the Empire
Being twins we were subjected to the main trials together. The trial was set in the temple of Darkbroode, the final resting place to Devlen and Cyris Darkbroode. The temple was said to be subject to the roughest trials ever, it was only the strongest Dematri that could defeat them, and those who did became Lue'Zhan, or in my case, Empress.
The elders pushed us to the temple entrance. Once there we were given a simple Katana and Revolver. We were to retrieve the sacred weapons of the couple, something no one had dared to do. Devlen's chamber was to the right, Cyris's was to the left, we would have to split up if we dared to finish the task on time. And so we did. . .
I broke left, Dev broke right. After a few hours of walking and guiding myself around obstacles I found a rather interesting set of words scrolled across the wall:
"We are the devourer of worlds…
The endless cycle of agony…
Which all souls are irresistibly drawn…
The purifying rhythm of fate…
Which all are bound to…
We are the angels of deaths…
You are only a Shadow…"
I must of stared at these words for a good ten minutes. The walls gave off an eerie feel like they were moving. And then... I felt it, the chill. I turned and drew the sword, my voice sounded off the walls, "show yourself."
The fog like beings appeared one after another. In all there were five. I believe they weren't from this land, but placed here to test me. Perhaps they were protecting the tomb...
"You cannot defeat us wanderer, in this sanctuary we are gods-"
I gave it an irritated look, "I've heard that line somewhere..." Indeed I didn't remember then, but now I recall something from the writings of Ranka Darkbroode about sentient guardian spirits, now I could defeat them in this day and age, and I'd of probably said the line, “It is on the contrary, you, that will be unable to defeat me thus in these shadows, here or anywhere, I am god and I am invulnerable to any of the attacks you can even hope to conceive together… You will be defeated.”
With my inturruption it may have irritated the phantoms, but I didn't buy their words. All at once I felt the particles in the air cut, the sound of them whistling off the blade itself, and felt the pressure of the last minute attacks. I bound myself down to the floor as five blades crossed, my body was like that of a leaping tuskcat, I rolled out of their circle and sent my blade hurling toward them. And every slash missed, not because I was inaccurate, but because they weren't in a solid form.
All seemed lost, I couldn't kill what couldn't be harmed. And with a unaltered sword it would be impossible. That's when I saw it all end in the blink of an eye. I saw my life stream being raped from my body as their swords came binding toward me. The vile in the back of my throat began to rise with my nervousness, my heart pounded in my chest, each beat bounded off my ribs with an agonistic rhythm. I felt the clammy sweat roll across my brow, and my eyes tighten closed. Why couldn't I move? Why wouldn't my feet shuffle to the side, why wouldn't my body drop to the floor again or press against the wall?
I thought it was over for sure, my eyes barely opened when I saw the flash of white hair. Their blades re-bounding off a single sword strike. The flutter of a black cloak caught my attention, "Devlen!"
Dust shot into the air with both swings of his Katana. Indeed he had killed five foes with the least amount of skill. His eyes shot to me, "You okay?" I simply nodded.
The remaining walk to the chamber of Cyris was filled with conversation of how he had to evade the guardians on his side and rush to Devlens resting place then pull the sword out to hit the figures head on with Dematri Doomnium. His Katana was definitely well put together, and was still sharp even though it was ancient. He also held a revolver in his hand, which he tossed to her, "Never liked long range weapons much..."
They opened the crypt where Cyris was supposed to lay. But there was no body, only an elegant sword about the same size as Devlens, but designed specifically for a womans grace. Deva took it in her hands and took a swipe with it, "Good..."
Chapter 3 - What Became of the Prodigy Children?
We came out hours before any other warrior who had gone in with their own prepared weapons. We were truely graced with skill, or so said the elder, but I would never tell them of how I broke down, for if I had Cyris's weapon in the battle, I wouldn't of fell to despare. I'll never let myself go into shock again.
I took the throne at six-teen. Devlen took hold of leading our Elite warriors, the Lue'Zhan. I was sure that Devlen would rule them well. In our first year we were graced by a crash landing of a Mandalorian ship. How pleased this was to us... Hostiles on our plane, and unexpectedly in the middle of the night. I dressed in my robes quickly, and when I had arrived to the field Devlen was already into battle. He and two other Dematri were facing atleast twenty Mandalorians alone and were easily holding their own. I don't believe I've ever respected my brothers style of fighting more then now.
My sword graced my hand and the metalic sound of the sword being drawn pleased me. It was then, I stepped onto the field, and was accompanied by my guard. Together we easily ravenged the Mandalorian force, and quickly got to dismantelling the tracking becon. Then it was clear... We were ready for rebuilding the Dematri empire.
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"DEVA!"
I opened my eyes finally and pulled my sword loose. Loki was looking me straight into the eyes. I noticed that a lot of our men were already moving forward to take care of the threat that landed. The Mandalorians in range caught sight of the becon on radar. And now they wanted to fight me? What a joke. Devlen was already cutting through their warriors faster then any of our other men. He was a good fifty yards ahead of the Lue'Zhan.
My feet touched off against the wet soil as I propelled my swift frame beyond the men that were in battle with other Mandalorians. I had to catch up to my brother. Devlen was making the gap wider and wider, he was already fighting some of the Mandalorians strongest warriors and hadn't faltered his strength yet.
My blade ran though a Mandalorian as I passed him by. Then I pulled my saber free from my cloak and lept to Devlens side, back to back, we slaughtered any Mandalorian who was foolish enough to step forward. But I was getting tired with each kill. Devlen was only getting faster and faster with it, I guess that's why I focused on the force...
And then the Mandalorians broke rank, mainly because I forced them to. My hand was extended and about thirty of the cluster slid away from me, that's when Devlen lept over me landed and ran all the way down the line with his sword extended, all thirty of them fell. "Deva, go back now... You're getting in the way..."
Did I hear him right? Did I actually hear him give me an order? "No."
That's when I felt Devlens blade swing around and stop at my throat. What was he doing? We were in the middle of a battle and he was going to threaten me? His leader! He stepped forward and foot pressed my shin making me fall, then blood rained over me from a mist that echoed out of the Mandalorians clean cut wound. Devlen truely was ahead of me in battle by many times...
I stood and began jogging away from him, I only looked back to see him engage five at once and fall each and every one of them with a single swing. . .
The following day came... A body count of 530 was counted for the Mandalorians, not a Dematri fell. My brother had counted each of his kills... Devlen landed 428 souls straight into the depths of hell itself... And I could only count five. . . Politics... Yeah I'll stick to em.
Deva
Devlen
