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Location: Arkania
Time: Afternoon
Participants: @Darasuum as @Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal , @Nefieslab as @Brandr Jarl
Theme: Lament ⇼ Light of Aidan
OOC: Thread opposition will utilize dice. Dedicated thread here.
It was quiet atop the snow covered cliff. The wind had stopped blowing nearly thirty minutes ago and the snow had settled. Clouds parted to pierce the sky in rays of light that reflected off of the snow and ice with stunning brilliance. Dark fronts in the distance still hinted at the normal climate the area had in most cases but for the moment it was an awe inspiring view.
Cyzyn-Itza-Rus shuffled slightly as he moved in his position. Snow parted on his dark cloak where it had gathered. His spines protruding up from the ground like dark ivory stalagmites. In his hands he held a DGV custom sniper rifle. Down its scope his cerulean eyes stared at his intendended target. He was not going to shoot though. He was too far away to hit anything accuratly with enough damage. The Tiss'shar was just utilizing the scope at the moment to observe.
He could have probably requisitioned a battle tank or two to take on the task. A battalion of Imperial Foreign Legion or Defense Legion troops could handle a dozen criminals. But this was his job and his obstacle to overcome. The only exception was the assistance of the hardy Deucalian, Brandr Jarl.
A kilometer away and beneath the cliff was a shipwreck. It looked like a vessel that belonged on the surface of some ancient romantic sea. It was in fact a Hutt designed orivah class corvette. Even without the assistance of the optics of the weapon the Dread Lord of Death knew that the vessel was not worthy to fly in atmosphere let alone in the void. It had been planet bound for decades. But it apparently had its uses. Inside the twisted hulk of the crashed corvette was nearly a dozen hunters. They were not simple hunters though. These were poachers, intent on taking on Arkanian Dragons. Heavily armed and armoured they had enough weapons to take on the tough scales of the native fauna. However they were unlucky as their careers and lives would both come to an end at the hands of the Dread Lord of Death.