Valley of the Dark Lords: Korriban (Open)

[The Madet Legacy]

"No I haven't. And I won't if my luck keeps up!

They always have rules. And I hate those."

*Watches Blade jump into the battle*

*Force jumps next to Blade*

"You don't mind if I help, do you?"

*Smiles*

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

Blade said:

"Excuse me Bo ......"

*Blade leaps toward the group ready to aid his fellow Mancer, his eyes turn black again, and his body begins pulsating lightly with a black glow*

[The Madet Legacy]

*The two friends rush into the fight, lightsabers drawn and ignited*

ooc: Gotta go.

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

*Anakin hears ranka's echoing voice, and pivots around on one foot. As he pivots, he reaches towards his back, putting his other heron mark tai-shueldon death blade in his left hand. He makes the pivot complete, and he now faces what was the back of him. He twists his swords, which seem to make a screaming echoe followed by a glow of an aurora, which is golden. He stretches out into the force, feeling everyone's movement for defense. He then smiles towards ranka, and speaks. The words seem to echoe directly at ranka*

"Ah, my fellow sword lord. Have you come to duel with me today? Ranka, you know in the arts of the tai-shueldon we are equally matched. We cannot defeat each other, and you know that. Do you have some sort of feeling towards that so called blademaster. My people, the spirits of the tai-shueldon support me ranka, you have just guided me to the beginnings of my prophecy. Do you suppose this will be the duel where I emliminate you, scratch away your darkness, and restore more light? Perhaps it may be fellow lord of the sword. You do not know of my true power under mancery. But why have you come here?"

*Ranka hears the words, they seem to swirl around him endlessly. Anakin shifts his grips on the swords to make a medium grip, and the sun reflects blindly off the silver of the sword. The bronze herons on each sword almost seem to have beams ejecting from them, with the golden auroras which surround each sword. Anakin takes a deep breath, as he waits for an answer from ranka. The sound of anakin's flapping cloak fulfiils the valley*

[Yagyu]

"You leave now before you perish form a needless fight."
*He points to Bo and Blade*
"If you think my true skill lies within the sword you are wrong.I have other few surpise to unlesh."

[Veran]

As the echoe and wind swirl around him into an endless cycle, Ranka's eyes pierce through the dust dancing around him in a manner which seemed almost choegraphed by the very forces of nature... And their emerald color can almost reflect the very light of the sun towards Anakin, making him know that Ranka has not let his eyes derive anywhere else then towards the swordlord...

Sending back the very same echoe which had been created by Anakin's voice with the wind, Ranka's words are carried across the small distance seperating them into the valley of the dark lords resonating into a soft stream of sound...

"I do not doubt your power as a Swordlord and neither do I think you as an average force user, you are impressive compared to most humans I have met in my entire life Anakin and I do beleive you are an extraordinary Mancer... You have mastered many techniques with the saber which most common beings would have to dedicate their entire life to master, yet you do seem to forget the fact that I have trained myself in the ways of the saber and the force in a time superior to three millenias...

Can you know to what level of perfection one could complete in such amount of time? Using their entire habilitys would make most fights not even worthy of a challenge to them, yet when one do defy their power... Do you think they should still restraint themselves to such display of skill?"

An immense gust of wind flies throughout the entire valley, making the most of unstable pillars fall after the millenia that they have stood proudly in their respectfull place...

[glow=green,2,300]You are certain that you wish to face someone who has lived for the blade and the force for over three millenia?[/glow]

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

"I do not doubt your power either ranka, for you have trained much for three millenias. Me and you both have or strengths, and our weaknesses. You know mine, I know yours. But however long you train, sometimes does not matter, but rather how you interpert the things you learn. As I look at it, you and me posess equal power. Lords of the sword, masters of the force. But at times in the galaxy, two with great strengths and equal powers must meet, but not necassarily to the death....

I know you have trained for three millenia, but I only have 30 years in training. How I contain my power I do not know, how I learned all of it I do not know. I learn fast, and yet secretive. I have not yet been thrown to my true potential. You are honorable, fellow sword lord, but why will two of the same faction fight?

The duel is up to you, but I stand ready........."

*His words echoe, shaking dust from the ground throughout the valley, and echoes, like a scream sound through the valley. A green aurora, swirls around anakin, and seems to gently flow into him*

[Veran]

Ranka stares at Anakin, with his own green eyes, seeming like they illuminate of a green aura themselves, and as Anakins eyes meets with Rankas, he feels something different, like if he wasn't looking into the same person's eyes, yet not even looking at the same person even though it was the exact same silouhette standing, the aura, the echoe of the force around him was... different. Where he before felt darkness, now felt light. Where he senced coldness, he felt fire. And most importantly, where Ranka's aggressive technique came from, his anger was now replace by an extreme passivity and even though throughout the millenia's one could aquire impressive techniques, none could totaly change ones self.

Whoever stood there, staring at him turned away, silently only with the flap of his coat to brake the silence. About half way out of the valey, a message is sent by the force towards Anakin's mind, a message speaking of a voice he never heard before, though he could tell it belonged to the one he saw...

[glow=green,2,300]No matter what you do Anakin, do not allow yourself to fight Kel... Not until you have trained beyond the limits of dimension and time, beyond the very force and laws of existance.[/glow]

The Mancer heard these words and watched the figure of Ranka into the distance... As the message ended, the sight of the swordlord vanished into the sunlight's last rays before dusk...

[Senior Master Al'Kan]

*Anakin gives off a short laugh, and soon disapears using the unified force. Pillars topple down with the winds which have spurred up, and dust rises in huge clouds. Screams seem to echoe throughout the valley, until everythingstops to a hault. No-one stands in teh valley*