Raeg Vashin vs Darth Eurachis

[Rugs]

Alrighty then, I've recieved permission from Necrofear to oversee this fight, so let's get to it.




The ancient ruins of a long-forgotten civilization rest among the misty, rolling hills of an idyllic world. The beings that once inhabitted this place have moved on or died out, but these structures remain as a lasting testament to their civilization. But time has marched on, and the once grand locale has fallen into disarray.

The combatants:

Raeg Vashin(Leto) vs Darth Eurachis(Necrofear)
Dark Jedi vs Dark Lord of the Sith

6 rounds

Challenger (Raeg) goes first.

THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!!!

*clears throat*

Have at it, gentlemen.

[Leto]

Raeg sat in his hoverchair, overseeing the landscape. The remains of once-grand architecture were all very interesting to him. It was... No. It emanated power. There had once been something here. Something vast, all-emcompassig and powerful. It was gone now. The winds of history were never gentle. Beside him were three of his mind-slaves. They were there to provide a reliable meatshield, in case a problem should arise.

He moved his chair forward, down the gently curving slope. There was grass here. It had been a long time since he had seen grass. And mist. There was mist down by the water. Interesting. He floated down there. The water was chuckling, and some kind of bird was screeching overheaf. It all seemed very peaceful and idyllic. Then again, it was. The sounds of progress and development would never be heard here again. Oh well, they might, a few millenia from now. It was hard to say such things at this time. But for now, it was quiet. Quiet and peaceful.

For a moment only, Raeg sat down and found himself enjoying the quiet. He felt someone coming. Someone great. He had seen this in his dreams. But he was not the one for attacking head-on. Instead he would wait, biding his time. Whatever this one wanted, the person would have to do it himself. Raeg looked at the avians overhead, noting to himself that their flight seemed to have some kind of pattern - yet he could not distinguish it yet. He stored the data, intending to save the processing for later.

[Necro Stormborn]

The grass moved and swayed with the wind, as a clam breeze passed over the dark looking man clad in black and gray robes, his pale white skin shining in the light. The dark red eyes, shimmered in the sun, and flashed a hue of orange as he glanced up into the sky. His attention turned to the ground before him. He took a few steps forwards ... and the grass seemed to die. The greenery close to him slowly became devoid of life, charring or flushing any semblance of color they had.

Tight fists clenched as the arms swayed slowly back and forth with each step. The Robes were snug to this man, his large muscles baring down on the fabric, causing it to form fit and really give an image to how strong this individual was. He was at the peak of his strength, physically marvelous; a walking force of nature, one that would require immense amount of luck and prayer to hope for it to turn course.

The robe swept over the drying and dieing foliage, and made a soft crinkling sound as it did so. A brow furrowed, and eyes narrowed as this force of nature stopped slowly and briskly in front of a pillar where a collection of ruins seemed to lay. His ears listened softly and intently, and finally he caught something. Rather, several somethings, grouped tightly together and enveloped by the force.... if not channeling it.

"Lovely." Said this dark robed figure.

He paced forwards past the ruins, then down towards a stream and waited for the presence to come winding down the slope and get close enough that the group would spot this robed figure standing firmly behind a pillar hidden to the unsuspecting eye.

And there this man waited.... waited as the group of beings channeling the force winded their way down the path and came closer..... close enough that he was able to sense their location and strong enough to slowly and silently pick up a broken piece of rock debris from the ruins and spin it... Spin it faster.... Spinning it even faster, till finally they were in range, Ad the debris hurdled straight for them.

Eurachis was the Dark lord of the Sith, and he woul not spend more time here then he needed to. Whether or not this opponent, a man he'd traced back to this planet and area, was skillful or not, he'd eluded Eurachis for quite some time. And now... Now it was time to fix the problem, and go on with his life.

Arms slowly raised and laced around each other. His arms now crossed, a smile curdled up slowly, and he mumbled, "and so...it begins"

[Rugs]

Alright, let's do this.

Round 1

Raeg- Leto
Effort: 4/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 3/5
Bonus: 1/2
Comments: Off to a good enough start. It was a bit slow, but opening posts can be that way sometimes. Interesting idea with the meat shields, and I'm rather interested in seeing what will happen with them. Things should pick up in the next round, though.

Eurachis- Necrofear
Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 5/5
Bonus: 1/2
Comments: Loved the way the grass dies from his mere presence. Overall, great way to convey the BA evilness of this character, keep it up.

Total:
Leto- 18
Necrofear- 21

Rebel 2! Action!

[Leto]

A piece of debris flew right at Raeg. He caught it in midflight and sent it away, as he felt the lord Eurachis. Who was this now? This elusive figure, which had followed him for so long? Raeg looked at a broken monument, as he conveyed a telepathic message to his attendants. Hostile. He needed not saying more. He was waiting, biding his time. The perfect moment could not be rushed. His hoverchair began feeling slightly uncomfortable. An escape would not be possible. This one would not be diverted by the sacrifice of Raeg's attendants. Not for long enough. The mind-slaves drew their weapons. Thus armed, they concealed the blasters. Raeg would almost have laughed or smiled, if it was not such an unnecessary gesture. The energy would need to be saved for later.

He began storing power. He then adressed a small creature that had crept into hiding under a piece of strewn rubble. Its mind felt strangely alien. It was not very intelligent - thought about where its next meal would come from. Raeg took control of it. He moved it towards the stranger. A young human. Normal height. Lightsaber. Another dark Jedi? Or a Jedi? Perhaps... He killed the creature, absorbing its very small amount of energy. Not much, but even such a thing might be needed for later... He braced himself for impact. This would be more danger than he liked to place himself in. He preferred escape if the danger was real.

He then found another small creature and killed it. And another. Three would be appropriate - it would not be felt as a difference to his foe, but it would make a difference to him, albeit tiny. He had almost prepared his offence. This should provide Raeg with time to think - he was not one who had a liking for pressed situation. He needed time to think... But there was none. His attendants gathered around him. He waited for a second before unleashing a wave of Force enrgy all around him, sending ancient ruins flying into every direction. He adressed his unknown enemy. Who are you, my young adversary? And why are you seeking me? Raeg suppresed the desire to smile yet again. The young one had nowhere to hide now. Provided that he fell for the ruse - a seemingly meaningless question - Raeg would have him. The mind was his canvas, and he was an artist. He turned his chair in an attempt to find his opponent. Nowhere to hide. He saw a boulder, not far away. He reached out with the Force, and made contact. He now had an emergency plan, just in case. He then continued his search for the hostile.

[Necro Stormborn]

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