Savant Gregryck Thunderbreath vs. Warrior Derek Cinn

Savant Gregryck Thunderbreath

Equite 2, Equite tier, Unaffiliated
Male Ewok, Force Disciple, Arcanist
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Warrior Derek Cinn

Equite 1, Equite tier, Clan Scholae Palatinae
Male Human, Sith, Marauder
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Hall Duelist Hall - Ranked
Messages 1 out of 4
Time Limit 7 Days
Battle Style Alternative Ending
Battle Status Closed by Timeout
Combatants Savant Gregryck Thunderbreath, Warrior Derek Cinn
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Venue Oricon: Dread Fortress
Last Post 1 October, 2017 1:59 AM UTC
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Oricon Dread Fortress

The greatest structure still standing on the volcanic moon of [Oricon], the ruined fortress that once served as the headquarters of the [Dread Masters], remains as a beacon of darkness. Impenetrable at its heart, the fortress is surrounded by a lava moat with a single bridge for access with walls two stories high and crafted of the hardest permacrete. Its walkways and open courtyards are decorated with eternally-burning braziers, hanging and broken chains, and even plaques and murals depicting acts of tyranny and strength. Statues, obelisks and pillars show signs of aging, crumbling, cracked and ruined, though their fearsome, ancient Sith visages still stand as a testament to the Dark Side and the imposing power that the masters of the fortress willed upon their visitors.

Down into the central palace and through one of the two sets of staircases lays the ruins of the atrium. It has long been looted for all of its artifacts and knowledge, left bare by the raiding and marauding of treasure hunters and researchers. Four side-chambers lead down, two to the left and right, deeper—these rooms, all abandoned, hold obelisks fused into the very stonework of the floor. Ancient Sith wisdom is etched into each one—messages of fear, of control, of domination and madness alike.

Oricon Dread Fortress

At the very rear of the palace is a large, tall stairway, leading up into what can only be considered the throne room of the wicked Council. A seven-sided platform sits atop a bottomless pit, with the walkway from the doorway taking up one side flanked by six green crystals. The remaining six edges are dedicated to walkways ending in a dais, resting upon which are the tall thrones topped with crystal where the ancient Masters of Dread once sat.

“What are ye dooouuin laddie?!” Gregryck thumped his walking staff on the ground just behind the young Sith’s heels. Derek Cinn yipped, quickly spun himself in the air, and prepared his acrobatic stance by lifting his leg. As he allowed his emerald eyes to follow where his foot was pointed, he recognized the figure of Alara’s ewok friend.

“Gregryck! How did you find me?!” Derek let out a nervous laugh, dropped his leg back to the ground, and began scratching the back of his head curiously.

“It’s a wee easyyy to fiihnd a boy when he leeaves traces of his plaahns arouhnd,” the Ewok scolded in his odd-flowing accent.

“Wha!? What do you mean, furball?!” Derek exclaimed with a huff and lifted his hands to his hips.

“Well, ye younginns always tehnd to have a diaryy stashed somewhere. You’re a wee dumb! You left yours under tha pillow ye sleep on!” Gregryck let out a hearty chuckle and patted the young boy on the shoulder.

“OY! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO READ THAT!” Derek ran towards the Ewok and intended to whack him on the shoulder. However, a furry paw placed on his forehead stopped him in his tracks. Derek lifted his arms for a moment, but sighed a frustrating sigh and slouched his body in submission. Another few chuckles left Gregryck’s diaphragm as he shook the boy’s hair between his paws and stepped backwards.

“Eassyy laddie. No harm meant on ye. Just wanted tuh know where you were off tah.” Gregryck grinned happily, “but it's nice to know that a boy can still get crushes on older girls too…”

“DON’T TELL ANYONE!” Derek growled and jumped forward.

“No no, laddie, naht a soul, but I did have a reason to speak to ye.” Gregryck gently punched the little warrior. “With the upcomin’ war and all, the Quaestor wants to be sure ye can take care of yeself in battle. She asked me tuh fend fer yer skills.”

The Sith paused for a moment, frowned, and nodded. “Soo… this is a training session?” “Aye. And ye picked as good a place as ever, my boy. What an obstacle course of Sithyness.” Gregryck waved his paws around the ominous room in a wiggly sort of fashion.

“Well.. I suppose so. What kinda training do we do today?”

“Let’s go with the Zhaboka, son. We can move tuh arson weapons and guns next,” Gregryck winked.