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strong powerful warm
cold strained beat up feeling down
tired aching breathe

Manually added by Adept Macron Goura Sadow

Manually added by Augur Sanguinius Tsucyra Entar

Possessed they move quick
Who fights for who in this mess
Friends and not will die

Quickly they fly,
From one to another,
No one knows why,
Their sister and brother.

The fighting went on,
People were being possessed,
They were losing the light of the son,
Who was who needed to be assessed.

Jurdan brushed off the dust that had fallen on his armor after the explosion inside the temple corridors. He had been running away from possessed men from Tarentum. The lights was now gone with the tunnel collapsing in on itself. Jurdan ignited his purple blade and followed the remaining path forward. It was a maze of tunnels in this old temple. He figured they had wanted to confuse any who would enter to try and loot the artifacts that were in the treasure vault, if one existed. They knew at least one thing survived. This artifact had been reported as a two horned Sith Helmet. It had been imbued with powers to possess the living with the spirits of those who died here in this temple, whether by natural cause or by sacrifice.

Jurdan followed the winding tunnels until he reached a central chamber where a group of five possessed men and women were standing. They were facing an altar that had one more being standing there facing it. The being had on the Sith helmet. “He must be the leader of the group,” Jurdan thought to himself. The hum of his lightsaber attracted the attention of the people in the hall. Blasters were raised in his direction and they were just as quickly firing in his direction. The air, which was already thin, was quickly filled with the smell of laser blasts. The air burned a bit as Jurdan inhaled it. He deflected the blasts into nearby walls and back towards the ones firing. A few of the blasts hit their mark on the being who had shot at him first.

Jurdan ran towards the group and quickly sliced left and right cleaving the heads off of the two remaining possessed men. They had been good troops and now they were gone forever. It was a shame to say the least. The final being turned and chuckled at Jurdan. He made a hand gesture as if taunting the Sith Battlemaster. Jurdan lunged at the man and sliced through his chest. The blade didn’t hit anything however. It had phased right through him. Jurdan stretched out his hand and let loose all sorts of lightning at the target and hit the wall opposite the being. It was no use. This being was a ghost through and through. He took one last effort and swung his blade at the Sith helmet. It struck! The helmet took damage and the being faded for a short second. Jurdan launched another attack and sliced the helmet into two pieces. It fell to the ground and the being disappeared. Jurdan received a communication from outside of the temple. All the possessed beings had been returned to their senses.

Jurdan looked to his left, and then he looked to his right. Everywhere he looked there were Sadowans and Tarenti bodies on the ground. Not only was the smell of blaster fire in the air but the smell of death was there too. He looked towards the temple entrance as he saw friendly forces being attacked by other friendly forces. No. Were they friendly? The spectres were possessing the forces of Naga Sadow and Tarentum. The men who were possessed moved a bit slower and it seemed like their bodies were not controlled very well. Arms were flailing in the air and they walked with limps.

Jurdan held his ignited lightsaber at the ready and directed a push towards the entrance of the temple. There was one man standing in the doorway wearing a horned helmet. He seemed to be directing the horde in the battle. He was not a normal man. His skin was a sickly gray as if he had not seen the sun in hundreds of years. He had a very ill look and he was missing an eye. Jurdan knew that he would have to get to this man and try to destroy him and this helmet. He could sense an aura about the helmet. This had to be the answer.

The new Shar Dakhan Aedile leapt into battle like a razor cat attacking its prey. The lightsaber was his teeth and claws and he knew how to use them. Several friendlies were engaged in hand to hand combat. He ran through them slicing and stabbing the ones who had become the undead. Their lifeless husks fell to the ground and the spirits that had inhabited them rose up and tried to possess more of the non force users in the immediate area. It was easier for them to take over an untrained and distracted mind over that of a Sith or Gray Jedi.

The corpse leader of the dead towered over the rest of the walking dead. He pointed towards Jurdan as he approached. The Battlemaster deflected a couple of possessed beings to the side with a couple swift kicks. He lunged directed at the leader of this army of the possessed and swiped at him with his lightsaber. The man quickly turned into a spirit and then back into a solid again. Jurdan didn’t know how to handle this. While in the ghost form he realized that the helmet was still solid and real. He attacked the spectre again and again. The being kept phasing into a ghostly form as if leaving their plane of existence. He stretched out his hand towards the being and shot lighning from his fingertips. He watched as the lightning forked and weaved and hit the helmet off of the spectre’s head. He watched as it faded but he could still sense him near. Jurdan ran up to the helmet and quickly ran his lightsaber blade through it cutting it in half and melting the metal. The possessed beings started to win control of their bodies back and soon there were no spectres left.