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(OOC THREAD)
For eight thousand years the body of Amun Koptus had lay beneath the sands of Korriban. Once known as the god emperor of ancient Zhur (Now nothing more than a faerie tale) his black grasp had stretched wide across the galaxy sweeping up all it touched into his brutal clutches. His mastery of sorcery was unmatched with many lesser magi and warlocks coming forth to pay tribute in gold, incense and slaves. His harem was said to contain over seven hundred and fifty six species of woman each more beautiful and sensual than the last. His army was without number and knew no fear or concept of surrender. For four hundred and ninety years Koptus ruled with an iron fist prolonging his life through necromancy and taking counsel from unclean spirits. That was of course until the unthinkable happened and a worthy opponent rose to face him. After a battle that lasted 7 days the sorcerer finally fell spewing curses that caused the sky to bleed acid and the ground to swallow up entire townships.
Koptus's body was stolen by his acolytes and secretly shipped to Korriban where the dead wait till the day they walk the earth once more. And so the ages passed and both the name of Koptus and his empire slipped from the annals of history. However even death itself is no match for the most grand and sacred art and during two Sith acolytes (Brelin and Radwra) elimination of some minor undead wandering around Koptus's tomb the Sith lord Ichabod Jayce's presence managed to rouse the antediluvian from the slumber of aeons. His soul clawing it's way back from Chaos Koptus in his weakened state did battle with Ichabod and the two were pulled forth under the sands in a clash of power. In the end Koptus emerged once more from desert and Jayce did not.
Over the next six months the once god emperor restored his powers growing again in might until he felt ready to march upon his new enemies. And thus he boarded a massive cargo ship bound for Hutt space and then Alliance territory. Though the vessel had a crew of over 500 men none were alive by the end of the journey though they still operated their posts with terrifying efficiently. The carnage began - with an army of the dead Koptus struck first towns then cities killing all in his path and raising them as the zombies, spirits and wights. Proclaiming himself the new dark underlord of the Sith (the title held for only the most powerful of the risen) he sent a challenge to the Jedi through 50 severed heads of GA soldiers that spoke as one and sang blasphemous hymns to the Soul Worm, The Lady with the Locust Heart and many more of the foul gods of the Sith.
The stakes had been set and the Jedi order decided to end this monstrosity once and for all thousands of lives had been claimed already and the Jedi would not simply sit by and allow such atrocities. The slayer initiative was called forth to do battle with and end this monster once and for all using the power of the light side to tear his soul to shreds and sweep it to the four corners of the universe so that it may never again rise and bring havoc on those who follow the path of righteousness.
(Battle theme 01)
The plain outside the burning city smelt like the bastard child of a mausoleum and a slaughterhouse. Flies , locusts and great jewel coloured scarabs filled the air and mingled with the dark spirits that shrieked through the skies. On the ground an army of the dead marched forward with terrible purpose. What small population of survivors were left where busy fleeing to escape the tide of living corpses. Rathru Spawn-Slayer knight of the Jedi order and dedicated servant of Ashla - the light side of the force swept his gaze across the horizon. The Galactic alliance military had put up a fight and even now were directing in reinforcements but it was a loosing battle. The dead were not stupid and under Koptus's guidance those who brought tanks and planes against his forces became immediately harried by ghosts and other spectral foes causing their shots to go wild and do more harm than good to their cause. In the distance Koptus's immense skeletal form resided upon a lavish throne made of many precious metals and engraved with rubies , sapphires and other precious stones. Bearing this was a mummified Phlog sixty feet tall bearing the chair upon his mighty back and supporting it with his hands. Around the chair strode 8 T'Syriel elite guards twice as tall as a man and bearing glaives and Khopesh in their bony hands. Their armour hung eerily from their bones and they howled praise to their king though they had no tongues.
An old man stumbling as he fled was set upon by undead alliance soldiers. One sprayed bullets wildly still clutching his gun in his rotting hand catching the man in his thigh and causing him to fall. The others were on him in seconds tearing him to bloody gobbets. Beside this a young woman could not run anymore and an ancient corpse ripped into her neck with talon like digits.
Rallying the Alliance reinforcements Rathru charged into the fray his armoured strides causing the ground to rumble beneath his feet. Drawing his blade Carnwennan he began to hack through the living corpses as often as not completely obliterating the undead with the sheer weight and size of his blade. Clutching at him the masses tried to drag the Maelibi down but were hurled into the air by the ferocity of his movements. Worm filled skulls were crushed underfoot and entire rows met their end cleaved by the greatsword as it glowed with a golden light that shined like the sun.
The Alliance soldiers opened fire but still the dead came one losing limbs large chunks of their bodies yet still crawling forth to feast. Rathru began to press forward towards Koptus himself this would never end unless the puppet master was destroyed.
(For the most part I will be NPCing Koptus and his army of the dead)
For eight thousand years the body of Amun Koptus had lay beneath the sands of Korriban. Once known as the god emperor of ancient Zhur (Now nothing more than a faerie tale) his black grasp had stretched wide across the galaxy sweeping up all it touched into his brutal clutches. His mastery of sorcery was unmatched with many lesser magi and warlocks coming forth to pay tribute in gold, incense and slaves. His harem was said to contain over seven hundred and fifty six species of woman each more beautiful and sensual than the last. His army was without number and knew no fear or concept of surrender. For four hundred and ninety years Koptus ruled with an iron fist prolonging his life through necromancy and taking counsel from unclean spirits. That was of course until the unthinkable happened and a worthy opponent rose to face him. After a battle that lasted 7 days the sorcerer finally fell spewing curses that caused the sky to bleed acid and the ground to swallow up entire townships.
Koptus's body was stolen by his acolytes and secretly shipped to Korriban where the dead wait till the day they walk the earth once more. And so the ages passed and both the name of Koptus and his empire slipped from the annals of history. However even death itself is no match for the most grand and sacred art and during two Sith acolytes (Brelin and Radwra) elimination of some minor undead wandering around Koptus's tomb the Sith lord Ichabod Jayce's presence managed to rouse the antediluvian from the slumber of aeons. His soul clawing it's way back from Chaos Koptus in his weakened state did battle with Ichabod and the two were pulled forth under the sands in a clash of power. In the end Koptus emerged once more from desert and Jayce did not.
Over the next six months the once god emperor restored his powers growing again in might until he felt ready to march upon his new enemies. And thus he boarded a massive cargo ship bound for Hutt space and then Alliance territory. Though the vessel had a crew of over 500 men none were alive by the end of the journey though they still operated their posts with terrifying efficiently. The carnage began - with an army of the dead Koptus struck first towns then cities killing all in his path and raising them as the zombies, spirits and wights. Proclaiming himself the new dark underlord of the Sith (the title held for only the most powerful of the risen) he sent a challenge to the Jedi through 50 severed heads of GA soldiers that spoke as one and sang blasphemous hymns to the Soul Worm, The Lady with the Locust Heart and many more of the foul gods of the Sith.
The stakes had been set and the Jedi order decided to end this monstrosity once and for all thousands of lives had been claimed already and the Jedi would not simply sit by and allow such atrocities. The slayer initiative was called forth to do battle with and end this monster once and for all using the power of the light side to tear his soul to shreds and sweep it to the four corners of the universe so that it may never again rise and bring havoc on those who follow the path of righteousness.
(Battle theme 01)
The plain outside the burning city smelt like the bastard child of a mausoleum and a slaughterhouse. Flies , locusts and great jewel coloured scarabs filled the air and mingled with the dark spirits that shrieked through the skies. On the ground an army of the dead marched forward with terrible purpose. What small population of survivors were left where busy fleeing to escape the tide of living corpses. Rathru Spawn-Slayer knight of the Jedi order and dedicated servant of Ashla - the light side of the force swept his gaze across the horizon. The Galactic alliance military had put up a fight and even now were directing in reinforcements but it was a loosing battle. The dead were not stupid and under Koptus's guidance those who brought tanks and planes against his forces became immediately harried by ghosts and other spectral foes causing their shots to go wild and do more harm than good to their cause. In the distance Koptus's immense skeletal form resided upon a lavish throne made of many precious metals and engraved with rubies , sapphires and other precious stones. Bearing this was a mummified Phlog sixty feet tall bearing the chair upon his mighty back and supporting it with his hands. Around the chair strode 8 T'Syriel elite guards twice as tall as a man and bearing glaives and Khopesh in their bony hands. Their armour hung eerily from their bones and they howled praise to their king though they had no tongues.
An old man stumbling as he fled was set upon by undead alliance soldiers. One sprayed bullets wildly still clutching his gun in his rotting hand catching the man in his thigh and causing him to fall. The others were on him in seconds tearing him to bloody gobbets. Beside this a young woman could not run anymore and an ancient corpse ripped into her neck with talon like digits.
Rallying the Alliance reinforcements Rathru charged into the fray his armoured strides causing the ground to rumble beneath his feet. Drawing his blade Carnwennan he began to hack through the living corpses as often as not completely obliterating the undead with the sheer weight and size of his blade. Clutching at him the masses tried to drag the Maelibi down but were hurled into the air by the ferocity of his movements. Worm filled skulls were crushed underfoot and entire rows met their end cleaved by the greatsword as it glowed with a golden light that shined like the sun.
The Alliance soldiers opened fire but still the dead came one losing limbs large chunks of their bodies yet still crawling forth to feast. Rathru began to press forward towards Koptus himself this would never end unless the puppet master was destroyed.
(For the most part I will be NPCing Koptus and his army of the dead)
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