Post by Squall on Jan 16, 2007 4:54:40 GMT -5
Darius' lightsaber was a sight to behold. The hilt, a midnight black with iridescent lines of reds and magentas flowing towards the emitter in a flaming motif to be released from the emitter.
Though it was a simple straight design small accents of barbs and sharp edges carved into the base of the hilt flowed like a living flame up and down the darkened shaft.
Its chaotic yet melodic pattern displayed a physical representation of Darius' acceptance of both Sith and Jedi teachings and turmoil within to keep the balance of both.
Small status lights raced up on different sides of the hilt telling its owner of the status of blade intensity, length and power, both in the blade and in storage for future use.
Though there didn't seem to be a visible activation switch, Terrance was sure there was one, for it was known that no Jedi was powerful enough in the force to be able to
keep a weapon like this active, fight proficiently with it and still be able to use force powers let alone an untrained Adept. But then again, Darius was no regular force adept.
The lower grip was made of simple leather wrap and a hard polymer Resin from the top grip to the emitter. The emitter itself seemed more like that of a tounge of fire than a
true emitter, but perhaps that was just the intricate engravings of flame and lightning that gave it that look.
The pommel was an enigma in itself. It seemed that all the fire sprang from the pommel, resembling a conflaguration of intense flame. The tounges of flame seemed to connect
the pommel to the hilt as opposed to being connected by a central piece of metal. Upon closer inspection Terrance could see little rubies and padparadscha sapphires embedded into
the pommel. These gems gathered the light that flowed in through the holes in the "toungs of fire" making the pommel look as if it was hot. The resulting refacted light made the inside
of the pommel look as though there was a live flame burning continuously inside. A beautiful work of art indeed.
Terrance thought to himself; "It is a shame to destroy the owner of this fine weapon. After all anyone who could wield a blade as beautiful and direct as this would make a fine
addition to the Sith."
A Sudden crash followed by the sound of a body slumping to the floor ended Terrances thoughts, then his chamber doors opened wide and a lone figure stood at the far end,
a second body slumping to the floor in front of the figure.
"I see you have found your way here. Please, have a seat and make yourself at home."
"I do not come for "a seat" or a second home Terrance, I want my lightsaber back, and I want it now."
"Oh come now Darius, is there not time for us to get to know each other? A spot of tea perhaps?"
"I don't care for tea, nor do I care for you! I'm warning you Terrance: Give me back my lightsaber!"
"I see. Right to business with you, is it? Well, do take your weapon, if you ca.."
The lightsaber lept from the throne armrest and directly into Darius' waiting hands, like an eager pet to his owners lap. At once the blade sprug alive with a ferocious growl
of power and Force. The sound itself was a disheartening mumble unheard of in any lightsaber before, but the blade looked like it was going to leap out of the hilt and attack
Terrance of its own free will.
Startled, Terrance stood up and was in awe of the blade he had only heard rumors of. The blade itself was assuredly more deadly looking than the hilt and much downplayed in story.
Black as that of a black hole. Flexing and pulsing with it's own life one could assume that there could be a black hole powering it. Small tounges of random and seemingly uncontrolled
arcs of power ran up and down the blade. Every so often a small discharge would leap from the blade creating a small midnight blue bolt of lightening.
And what was said would happen to any lightsaber that touched this blade?
Terrance refused to believe THAT rumor. The science of lightsaber physics prevented such nonsense.
He reached into his coat to reveal his own lightsaber. A sight of richness and regality, though black as his own soul. A deadly looking hilt of the blackest obsidian with gold and brass
accents with Aurebesh script running the length of it etched in silver:
"He who defies, Dies".
The hilt in its entirety is a graphite black shaft with a thin black powdercoat overlay to cut down on the shine. Etched into the lightsaber itself are circular spirals of a golden
color forming the lower grip and black rubberized rings set into chanels cut into the hilt forming the upper grip. Between the two grips sat a ring of small spikes, ment either to
intimidate or to use in some fasion, either way they gave the lightsaber a wicked appearance. The emitter on Terrances lightsaber shone a bright brass ring with fine graphite
carvings of early-earth battles covering it, an un-trained eye would see only battle scars of a well used lightsaber, but Darius knew better. Darius had battled many Sith, and none
posed a real threat. But now, here stood an actual Sith Lord. One who could bend the will of Mother Nature herself. This was a battle that Darius was not looking forward to.
Terrance leaped forward with dedicated ferocity, the two blades locked. Darius' blade sparked and flared lightening in an attepmt to consume the Sith Lords blade. Terrance's crimson
blade began to turn a darker red, then a deep magenta. His eyes widened with disbelief. Darius' gaze, fixed on Terrances eyes. The battle was over. He had won! .. But how,
so easily against a Sith Lord? Was Darius stronger than he thought? Was that old fortune teller right all along?
Terrance calmed himself, he would not be beaten so easily. Breaking the lock Terrance somersaulted up and over Darius' head landing perfect striking distance away. Terrance swung
his blade with an over-confidant flourish and, though caught off-gaurd Darius stepped, ever so slightly to his left and twisted bringing his blade down across his back to block
the Sith's strike. Bringing his and Terrances blade up and over his head, Darius swung back and Terrance followed suit bringing his blade mere inches above Darius' face.
A nice rear hand-spring and Darius was back in gaurd stance, a comfortable 8 feet away from Terrance.
"Give up Darius. You can not beat me. I am not some pathetic Sith acolyte with instruction for your live capture! I am Darth Bilious! Dark Lord of the Sith! Praetor of all of England!
Now, feel the true power of the dark side!"
Bilious shot out his hand and from it sprang little tendrils of green bolts of power. Darius lept in to attack and got struck in his leading shoulder. The force of impact,
so great that Darius spun around and colapsed landing ten feet away from Lord Bilious. Darth Bilious smiled and aproached Darius, confidently deactivating his lightsaber.
"Pathetic fool. Did you truly think to come here and destroy me?"
Arcs of green energy lept from Bilious' fingers striking Darius in the back causing him to convulse in pain.
"Did you think that your power was sufficient?"
Another volley of lightening. Darius began to regurgetate as Bilious' bolts of sickness broke through his body.
"Did you think I was a weak follower of a higher power!?"
A longer more deadly volley of energy rolled Darius over 3 times before landing him again to suffer.
"Did you think a Sith Lord would curl up and die to a weak and pathetic adept as yourself? You are not even a Jedi! How dare you insult me in my house! In my TEMPLE!"
Bilious ground his teeth in a tight grimmace and launched anothe sick volley of energy at Darius, this one longer than the last. Darius, refusing to give in to the assult concentrated
as hard as he could to locate his lightsaber. "Perhaps..." he thought, "...I can absorb his power with my blade .. if only I can get to it..."
Finaly this longest of onslaughts ended. The sudden lack of direct pain sent new feelings of a tension born pain through his body. Darius looked up high enough to locate his lightsaber,
"Now, ignorant adept, you wil die."
With a satisfied smile Bilious put his lightsaber away and lifted both of his hands. Darius extended his left hand out calling, begging, pleading his lightsaber to come. Faster, stronger
and more concentrated bolts of sick green energy launched from Bilious' fingretips.....
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Darius' Lightsaber.. Or rather the best I could find online til I can get my own made.
Though it was a simple straight design small accents of barbs and sharp edges carved into the base of the hilt flowed like a living flame up and down the darkened shaft.
Its chaotic yet melodic pattern displayed a physical representation of Darius' acceptance of both Sith and Jedi teachings and turmoil within to keep the balance of both.
Small status lights raced up on different sides of the hilt telling its owner of the status of blade intensity, length and power, both in the blade and in storage for future use.
Though there didn't seem to be a visible activation switch, Terrance was sure there was one, for it was known that no Jedi was powerful enough in the force to be able to
keep a weapon like this active, fight proficiently with it and still be able to use force powers let alone an untrained Adept. But then again, Darius was no regular force adept.
The lower grip was made of simple leather wrap and a hard polymer Resin from the top grip to the emitter. The emitter itself seemed more like that of a tounge of fire than a
true emitter, but perhaps that was just the intricate engravings of flame and lightning that gave it that look.
The pommel was an enigma in itself. It seemed that all the fire sprang from the pommel, resembling a conflaguration of intense flame. The tounges of flame seemed to connect
the pommel to the hilt as opposed to being connected by a central piece of metal. Upon closer inspection Terrance could see little rubies and padparadscha sapphires embedded into
the pommel. These gems gathered the light that flowed in through the holes in the "toungs of fire" making the pommel look as if it was hot. The resulting refacted light made the inside
of the pommel look as though there was a live flame burning continuously inside. A beautiful work of art indeed.
Terrance thought to himself; "It is a shame to destroy the owner of this fine weapon. After all anyone who could wield a blade as beautiful and direct as this would make a fine
addition to the Sith."
A Sudden crash followed by the sound of a body slumping to the floor ended Terrances thoughts, then his chamber doors opened wide and a lone figure stood at the far end,
a second body slumping to the floor in front of the figure.
"I see you have found your way here. Please, have a seat and make yourself at home."
"I do not come for "a seat" or a second home Terrance, I want my lightsaber back, and I want it now."
"Oh come now Darius, is there not time for us to get to know each other? A spot of tea perhaps?"
"I don't care for tea, nor do I care for you! I'm warning you Terrance: Give me back my lightsaber!"
"I see. Right to business with you, is it? Well, do take your weapon, if you ca.."
The lightsaber lept from the throne armrest and directly into Darius' waiting hands, like an eager pet to his owners lap. At once the blade sprug alive with a ferocious growl
of power and Force. The sound itself was a disheartening mumble unheard of in any lightsaber before, but the blade looked like it was going to leap out of the hilt and attack
Terrance of its own free will.
Startled, Terrance stood up and was in awe of the blade he had only heard rumors of. The blade itself was assuredly more deadly looking than the hilt and much downplayed in story.
Black as that of a black hole. Flexing and pulsing with it's own life one could assume that there could be a black hole powering it. Small tounges of random and seemingly uncontrolled
arcs of power ran up and down the blade. Every so often a small discharge would leap from the blade creating a small midnight blue bolt of lightening.
And what was said would happen to any lightsaber that touched this blade?
Terrance refused to believe THAT rumor. The science of lightsaber physics prevented such nonsense.
He reached into his coat to reveal his own lightsaber. A sight of richness and regality, though black as his own soul. A deadly looking hilt of the blackest obsidian with gold and brass
accents with Aurebesh script running the length of it etched in silver:
"He who defies, Dies".
The hilt in its entirety is a graphite black shaft with a thin black powdercoat overlay to cut down on the shine. Etched into the lightsaber itself are circular spirals of a golden
color forming the lower grip and black rubberized rings set into chanels cut into the hilt forming the upper grip. Between the two grips sat a ring of small spikes, ment either to
intimidate or to use in some fasion, either way they gave the lightsaber a wicked appearance. The emitter on Terrances lightsaber shone a bright brass ring with fine graphite
carvings of early-earth battles covering it, an un-trained eye would see only battle scars of a well used lightsaber, but Darius knew better. Darius had battled many Sith, and none
posed a real threat. But now, here stood an actual Sith Lord. One who could bend the will of Mother Nature herself. This was a battle that Darius was not looking forward to.
Terrance leaped forward with dedicated ferocity, the two blades locked. Darius' blade sparked and flared lightening in an attepmt to consume the Sith Lords blade. Terrance's crimson
blade began to turn a darker red, then a deep magenta. His eyes widened with disbelief. Darius' gaze, fixed on Terrances eyes. The battle was over. He had won! .. But how,
so easily against a Sith Lord? Was Darius stronger than he thought? Was that old fortune teller right all along?
Terrance calmed himself, he would not be beaten so easily. Breaking the lock Terrance somersaulted up and over Darius' head landing perfect striking distance away. Terrance swung
his blade with an over-confidant flourish and, though caught off-gaurd Darius stepped, ever so slightly to his left and twisted bringing his blade down across his back to block
the Sith's strike. Bringing his and Terrances blade up and over his head, Darius swung back and Terrance followed suit bringing his blade mere inches above Darius' face.
A nice rear hand-spring and Darius was back in gaurd stance, a comfortable 8 feet away from Terrance.
"Give up Darius. You can not beat me. I am not some pathetic Sith acolyte with instruction for your live capture! I am Darth Bilious! Dark Lord of the Sith! Praetor of all of England!
Now, feel the true power of the dark side!"
Bilious shot out his hand and from it sprang little tendrils of green bolts of power. Darius lept in to attack and got struck in his leading shoulder. The force of impact,
so great that Darius spun around and colapsed landing ten feet away from Lord Bilious. Darth Bilious smiled and aproached Darius, confidently deactivating his lightsaber.
"Pathetic fool. Did you truly think to come here and destroy me?"
Arcs of green energy lept from Bilious' fingers striking Darius in the back causing him to convulse in pain.
"Did you think that your power was sufficient?"
Another volley of lightening. Darius began to regurgetate as Bilious' bolts of sickness broke through his body.
"Did you think I was a weak follower of a higher power!?"
A longer more deadly volley of energy rolled Darius over 3 times before landing him again to suffer.
"Did you think a Sith Lord would curl up and die to a weak and pathetic adept as yourself? You are not even a Jedi! How dare you insult me in my house! In my TEMPLE!"
Bilious ground his teeth in a tight grimmace and launched anothe sick volley of energy at Darius, this one longer than the last. Darius, refusing to give in to the assult concentrated
as hard as he could to locate his lightsaber. "Perhaps..." he thought, "...I can absorb his power with my blade .. if only I can get to it..."
Finaly this longest of onslaughts ended. The sudden lack of direct pain sent new feelings of a tension born pain through his body. Darius looked up high enough to locate his lightsaber,
"Now, ignorant adept, you wil die."
With a satisfied smile Bilious put his lightsaber away and lifted both of his hands. Darius extended his left hand out calling, begging, pleading his lightsaber to come. Faster, stronger
and more concentrated bolts of sick green energy launched from Bilious' fingretips.....
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Darius' Lightsaber.. Or rather the best I could find online til I can get my own made.
