LEVEL I. Halla Mór – Great Hall:

Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:25 pm by Lone Wolf

<< I will await your arival then. >>

*Lone Wolf cuts off the signal and patiently awaits for Evilline.*

Wed Oct 19, 2011 12:10 pm by Raven Tarkin Or'dinii

*A spider droid with a flat top walks in, Raven had left it here some time ago. It seemed to pose no threat so nobody took to eliminating it. As it entered the room it would come in ATD's view and then the flat surface on top came to life. Soon after a holo appeared of a man in a cloak.**Raven had been meditating so he was in his cloak and robes. He looked on with his usual stare both holding respect, fearlessness and kindness at the same time.*
An Tiarna my friend it has been some time. I must say i was surprised to hear you had called for me.

Wed Oct 19, 2011 6:55 pm by An Tiarna Dubh

*An Tiarna knew lying eyes so his own narrowed as his wife departed* . Have her followed.... *An officer nodded and the order was put out. In the background the wolf hounds howled perhaps sensing prey. The holo of Raven hurled all things trivial to the side. He had observed Raven for many a year & was always struck by the man's mannerisms and looks. Raven did not seem a Tarkin in any way; his looks & appearance were those of a Gael. There the meaning of his vision so effortlessly became unveiled. This marked a crucial in history & much was to be said. He spoke first to Raven then continued onward allowing his declaration to sink in as he addressed specific people, be they present or not & the IF as a whole. All mechanisms of high technological advancement both to record and transmit were running as well as the traditional scribes* . Raven, a dearthair... you are too pretty to be the product of the inbred trailer trash graced by your use of their surname. & do not for a heartbeat believe it; our father spread his issue far & wide, with great class nonetheless; you are my brother, a Dubh by blood. Collins have all IF holdings save the HQ redistributed among Iniquitous & Raven. Our place is not one of empire building but that of defending a dynasty... the two mentioned being part of that. We will defend our family honor to the last man standing but real estate is not our interest. Well unless a family member owns it then we'll gut any hairbrained enough to fhuk with it. Inform Bacca, our good friend from the NOE that we no longer involve ourselves in planetary matters; we will aid them in any way but they need find appropriate caretakers of the land so kindly placed under our watch. We keep watch over our Line as a whole & each family member. Friends too will never be forgotten. Randall... I am positive none of this shocks you at all does it now? Be nice if you let me in on some of the contents of your cursed immortal soul! No matter get back here, blood letting time is upon us again. & in case Kegan somehow misses this outrageous intergalactic relay system we have could you bring her along too. She best look better than when I last saw her, t'was some disappointed in my older brother for letting her intake of vitamins fall from his mind.

Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:09 pm by Randall Flagg

*On the floor next to An Tiarna a pool of rancid liquid bubbled up from nothing, dark brown with green streaks and lumps of some unknown origin. It smouldered and gave off a rank, dank and frothy steam which stank like rotting eggs buried in the choobies of a cheap hooker. Sludge congealed at it's edge as it pulsed outwards like a septic boil expanding with puss. Once it reached roughly 5ft in diameter the pulsating ceased but the steaming smelly liquid then began exuding smoke, the smell of tobacco smoke now mingled delightfully with the rotten eggs/hooker choobies stench as a figure began to emerge from the filthy pool which occupied An Tiarna's left hand side. The fluid congealed to the figure, sucking up to almost form him and as the person took shape the edge of the pool receded until it stood 5'10" tall - roughly human shaped but with no features, or arms, or legs. Just a stinking, rancid, man-shaped tower of Sithspit-like substances (both solid and not). Suddenly a gap formed in it's "head" and smoke billowed out, explaining the tobacco smoke from before.

Suddenly the shape began to take on definition: legs and arms formed, boots took form at the ends of the legs and fingers began to twitch at the ends of the arms (complete with cigarette). A hooded head formed out of the misshapen one which formerly topped the figure. As the disgusting "man" now finished taking shape the fluid began flowing up "his" body, leaving behind it leather boots, jeans and a blue jacket, until at last the entire concoction had disappeared into the mouth of Randall Flagg, the Sith Sorcerer now stood there as dry as a bone and showing no signs that he had just formed from a puddle of crap. Appearing in his youthful visage RF inclined his head towards An Tiarna and glanced around before coughing violently and spitting out a glob of spit which resembled the pool from which he had just formed. He took a long and satisfying drag upon his cigarette as the Wolf entered the Great Hall and took a seat on it's haunches in the corner behind it's Master.*

==Randall Flagg==

*Breathing out a cloud of smoke with a smile*Pointless acts of violence? Nay, I saw you awaken and left my vigil to meditate upon the Darkside of the Force, to try and light the path ahead with a Dark light, and to recuperate my energies. I dislike appearing with my age reflected upon my face.

*Taking another drag upon his cigarette before crushing it beneath a boot heel* Shocks me? No but it pleasantly surprises me. The IF and the Dubhs got too quickly and too heavily drawn into territory and money and business, none of these are a legacy. Save for those who wish to build a legacy of empty halls and bulging bank balances. The impotent and weak, the soft and spineless, these are the ones who build such legacies to compensate for their inability to fill halls with warriors of merit who can look them in the eye with respect.

*RF takes another cigarette out of his pack and lights it* As for the contents of my Dark heart and soul...it relates to this. The lineage needs reminding of what the blood within their veins means. As does the galaxy as a whole.

Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:42 pm by Raven Tarkin Or'dinii

*Raven tilts his head for a moment, thinking that this was just some joke. But there was no lie in ATD's tone or expression.**Raven of course would not think ATD a liar, but what was he supposed to believe?**There were a few things that had been bothering Raven lately about the Tarkins, like for one all the lying and the changing of facts.**His "Father" used to say she was his niece and then one day he changed it and said she was actually his daughter. Then after she had been dead for years and years some women comes to them and he claims she is her.**A chill ran down Raven's spine, he looked at ATD in disbelief. This was the reality he had known for years now, he would not be swayed so easily.*
An Tiarna my friend. I do not appreciate being lied to. Unless you have some proof of this. I must please ask you to not speak of such things.

Fri Oct 21, 2011 3:59 pm by An Tiarna Dubh

*The sight of Randall in his natural state, if these words even applied to this bizarre entity was arresting even to the eyes of An Tiarna. The scathing words that fell effortlessly from Randall's lips would seem of the same order, & indeed demanded response. Yet nothing in An Tiarna's face gave anything away; he stared blankly allowing the words to hang in the air but a moment, then in regal manner addressed Raven first*
You would be a fool to merely accept my words for truth without any tangible evidence supporting what is interpretation of a divine vision by a mere mortal such as I but no lie or trick lies behind my declaration. I would expect nothing less of a brother of mine so this I say: go & investigate.... It is my belief that you will return with further questions on this matter.
*Turning to Randall he spoke with a grin* Randall it is always a pleasure to set eyes upon you & your words warm the heart. Now.... *Face suddenly Dark, eyes bottomless & voice low & cold as ice he continued without a pause pulling out a machete of the finest fashion with three distinct blood letting lines etched on the blade accenting his earlier words & standing up* I have no objection with a word that has left your lips; your censure of past mistakes leaves no room for just opposition. So let us leave shallow material affairs to the bankers & merchant class & move on to the higher business of family....

Wed Oct 26, 2011 6:03 am by Traya Atorii

*A force glimpse or perhaps something more and more current would present itself deep into An Tiara's mind, almost as if he was living it.* *Perhaps she would be saved, or punished, or perhaps less or more depending upon her husbands demeanor, as she has technically done nothing wrong but at the current situation has seemed to bite off more then she could chew with the craft that she had left with. For now Eviline was protected, but only from the vacuum of space and re-entry, she was growing weak in her current state after fighting so much and her protection bubble was just barely holding.*

Thu Oct 27, 2011 11:53 am by Láimhe Báis

*A man wearing a bone pale cloak with a hint of green enters the room. His garb under the cloak was of the same colour and looked strikingly similar to a Jedi tunic. On his hands were light leather gauntlets with a small amount of beskar plating in the knuckle region of the gloves and the backing housed a slight rising made of beskar with three slight openings facing out over the hand. He walked into the room almost as if he was lost, his hood shrouding his face from all.*

Thu Oct 27, 2011 3:17 pm by An Tiarna Dubh

*An Tiarna could feel a familiar presence as the cloaked man entered but said nothing to betray any knowledge of who this was before the group now. He sat on the simple fur cloth eating and drinking awaiting a voice*

Thu Oct 27, 2011 9:01 pm by Láimhe Báis

*The man pulled back his hood revealing a young face. His head and face clean shaved leaving only his silver eyebrows over grey coloured eyes. His eyes lazily moved to An Tiarna Dubh. His youthful face was betrayed only by his eyes, and the clarity and calmness that only came with age.* "An Tiarna greetings shall have to wait." *One would almost swear that his narrow lips never moved when he spoke, if only faintly. His voice had an almost other worldly sound to it.*

*The figure stood there for a brief moment as if it was taking a deep breath before continuing.* "I am no poet, politician nor merchant. The time for war has come, with the Jedi the Mandalorians the weak and all that stand with them." *The tone and pitch of his voice had not changed, it was the same constant slow speech.* "I will not be here for too much longer. I will be heading to Yavin. The Jedi have become complacent and relaxed, revealing themselves so eagerly. After I have gathered information on the Yavin Jedi, I will go to Mandalore and find the coward that ordered a firing squad to kill me." *Another brief pause, his grey eyes piercing deep into An Tiarna's.* "But a god never stays dead for long. I am Láimhe Báis."

*The evil man so deceptively dressed as a Jedi knew his brother would instantly recognize the bald youthful body of Durak Mandalo of the NSO. Láimhe Báis had chosen a more youthful body image of himself than he generally used. He had much catching up to do, but he also had work to begin and to finish.*

Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:57 pm by An Tiarna Dubh

*An Tiarna sat quietly listening as he ate & drank. With a burp that shook the hall he spoke* We... we are at a strange time in the universe. People talk loud but do not fight. Jedi talk like drunken Tuskens & the Sith? They dance they sing they make love to us all. Wild crazy mixed up animals. Ourselves? We have not changed nor should we. But it is time that we sit back & watch the idiocy as a form of entertainment. We have nothing more to prove; people need prove themselves to us & let them come. Perhaps we will see them fit to fight.... Or as seen in the prevailing actions, or lack thereof more precisely, we simply ignore & cast them into a void. & in our minds, souls if not our bodies find battle in a different place......

Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:13 am by Láimhe Báis

* Láimhe Báis had remained still quiet and never moved. The words of his brother and the wisdom in them had spoken to him. His physique unchanged, his hair had not grown nor his nails. He had been silent and still, the thoughts of the Lich never revealed. A God he was, and the thoughts of a decisions of a deity are their own. Then suddenly he blinked, and began walking to the spaceport. He didn't say a word, he didn't even breath so there was no sigh in departure.*

Mon Jan 30, 2012 8:22 pm by An Tiarna Dubh

An Tiarna looked around him slowly. He had nothing to prove in this universe; the whole sorted business now bored him. Warriors of the most feral nature were now reduced to mere domestic creatures. The old days of war were gone & would never return. Enemies so hated yet equally respected were no more. He mourned the loss for the likes of them would never pass this way again. Friends & family had moved onward, be it to the here in mortal time or the Other World. He would retire now & close the doors. Up the CODE RED of war but sit back & observe. Only friend & family would enter now. But a week in entering the Xendor Alliance he was handed control by their leader, though no such role had he played before. Undefeated; unmatched; unforgiven; unforgiving. None could reach the status he achieved & whats more to attempt so with intent was a failure from the very start; he never followed any, nor aspired to be like another. A bag was laid at his side as he drank from the bottle. All mere statement of fact in his mind so easily misinterpreted as boasting set aside the old man knew that he was a useless relic in this universe.... He seemed to fade subtly yet his imprint remained.

Thu Feb 02, 2012 6:57 am by Adulph Tarkin

*Encoded Message From Eriadu: Palace Servant on Behalf of The Patriarch Adulph Tarkin.*

:: It is with regret to inform you, An Tiarn Dubh, due to alliances made and then broken, issued by yourself to members of the Houses Tarkin and Motti of whom you have no diktat over, that I had to, enforce my Grandfather's demotion as head of the Family and take matters under control.
All information pertaining to the Houses Tarkin and Motti are contained within the Tarkin Vaults on Eriadu - DNA, ancestry and Family Tree. The line of Raven Tarkin will be blighted by in-fighting from his cubs, the seed of insanity from Ranulph Tarkin blossoms within him as it did with Cygnus.
You will be pleased to know An Tiarn Dubh that I have not forgotten you for the lack of hospitality you showed towards my Grandfather nor the plots you allied with regarding my Uncle Raven and my Aunt San. Thankfully, my Uncle Malum proved to be a cornerstone in this as did my Uncle Valstrol - you see ATD, those who go against my family, Raven included, do not deserve to be, well, remembered. Ergo, Eriadu Estates and all of its holdings are now allied to LAN - prior agreements that my Grandfather made to you are null and void. Best wishes. ::

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