Ibani nods and places the key in the door, which slides open soundlessly. She steps through the door with Khem Val following her.
There is little to see inside the chamber, only a raised dais with a heavy sarcophagus resting on it. There are signs of others who trespassed upon this chamber, yellowed human bones that lie upon the chamber floor. The bones show no pattern in arrangement, and no obvious signs of the means of death.
The smell of dust and closed spaces, the scent of old crypts, hangs in the air as Ibani slowly, slowly approaches the dais. She's listening to the Force, but it's hard to sense anything clearly with the interference of the Dark energy of the Temple thick as molasses all around her.
Perhaps that's why she doesn't sense any trouble until it's too late to dodge.
A flicker of blue out of the corner of one eye heralds the manifestation of Lord Kallig. The ghost raises one arm and Ibani is picked up, lifted violently into the air and slammed into the ceiling. A moment later, the ghost lowers his arm and his force push slams Ibani into the floor face down hard enough to crack bones even through her armor.
Training and desperation enable her to roll to her feet and throw force lightning at the ghost despite the concussion and broken ribs. The lightning passes through Lord Kallig harmlessly, and the spirit lifts her into the air again, his fist clenched.
Ibani can feel the force choke cutting off her oxygen as she hangs suspended in the air. Her hands scrabble uselessly at her throat while she tries to use her power to break free of his hold. She'd LIKE to spit defiance in his face or shout a warning to Garyn to run, but the only sounds she can make are the sounds someone makes when they're being strangled.
"Yes -- yes!" Lord Kallig says, pleased. "I have been waiting for you."
Khem Val is still, watching the scene unfold. Perhaps he does not care if his 'Master' dies, perhaps he simply knows there's nothing he can do to hurt a Force ghost.
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Date: 2014-09-05 08:08 pm (UTC)There is little to see inside the chamber, only a raised dais with a heavy sarcophagus resting on it. There are signs of others who trespassed upon this chamber, yellowed human bones that lie upon the chamber floor. The bones show no pattern in arrangement, and no obvious signs of the means of death.
The smell of dust and closed spaces, the scent of old crypts, hangs in the air as Ibani slowly, slowly approaches the dais. She's listening to the Force, but it's hard to sense anything clearly with the interference of the Dark energy of the Temple thick as molasses all around her.
Perhaps that's why she doesn't sense any trouble until it's too late to dodge.
A flicker of blue out of the corner of one eye heralds the manifestation of Lord Kallig. The ghost raises one arm and Ibani is picked up, lifted violently into the air and slammed into the ceiling. A moment later, the ghost lowers his arm and his force push slams Ibani into the floor face down hard enough to crack bones even through her armor.
Training and desperation enable her to roll to her feet and throw force lightning at the ghost despite the concussion and broken ribs. The lightning passes through Lord Kallig harmlessly, and the spirit lifts her into the air again, his fist clenched.
Ibani can feel the force choke cutting off her oxygen as she hangs suspended in the air. Her hands scrabble uselessly at her throat while she tries to use her power to break free of his hold. She'd LIKE to spit defiance in his face or shout a warning to Garyn to run, but the only sounds she can make are the sounds someone makes when they're being strangled.
"Yes -- yes!" Lord Kallig says, pleased. "I have been waiting for you."
Khem Val is still, watching the scene unfold. Perhaps he does not care if his 'Master' dies, perhaps he simply knows there's nothing he can do to hurt a Force ghost.