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Derium laughed as one of the others yelled about him setting things on fire. He ignored the welp however, and continued to follow the others. As much as he wanted to be the one leading the charge, and thus, receiving the most pain, he recognized that he wanted his weapon of choice first. He...

The woman stepped forth. Derium smiled and began to move forward, hoping to strike before she could react. Little did he realize, she was striking already. The wisps of green. The sudden pain within his body. It was like before, but a hundred times worse. His bones were beginning to snap...

Derium laughed as he spread the fire wider and wider. With each tree burning and releasing the spirits inside, Derium grew more ecstatic. It took him a few moments for the rain to start for him to even comprehend what was happening. "Well, well well, it seems I've caught the witch's attention"...

The others were running. Derium was smiling and barking all the while. "Flee before me maggots!" This time he saw the attack incoming. For all the good it did him. Even as he swung his Javalin at it to deflect the blow, it merely knocked his weapon aside before burying itself into him, sending...

The sudden attack came as a surprise. Derium, who had been so focused on other things, keeled over as the discomfort began, water splashing everywhere. . "You fiend! You...grah!" Derium shouted. He snarled as his mind tried to process through the pain. He had been deceived. Perhaps this had...

Derium growled again. Like mad dogs on leashes, his annoyance could not be fully restrained, and he snapped at her. "Are you some deaf harlot? I told you, my name is Derium Vark! Bah, I'd strike you if it helped me worm!" A moment, and Derium's head cleared slightly. While he didn't apologize...

Derium was about to lash out when the woman. Her questions, he comments, her demand; This specimen was infuriating. Did she not understand what he was? A student of pure perfection, in all its putrid beauty. "You want explanation of Blessings?" Derium snarled slightly. "Bah. Empowerments...

"My path did not remain on Kro Var" Derium replied. "And I told you, to seek a blessing from a Mother. One of your Nightmothers." Derium's annoyance at having to explain himself started to rise. The urge to to lash out with both words and javelin intensified within. However, his goal kept...

Derium stopped and spun slightly at first the sound of rustling branches, and then the voice. He squinted his eyes, trying to find the source. A withered hand went to his side, about to loose the chain of his celestial javelin. If he had to, he would set fire to this jungle to smoke out the...

Derium staggerred down the ship's opening and set foot on the muddy ground. Underneath his clay mask, the Shaper smiled as he felt the mud between his bare toes. The warm humid air, the sweet smelling plants, the buzzing of insects... Dathomir was quite the paradise for those who knew how to...

The blow to his chest was excruciating. Derium gasped a few times as he regained the air in his lungs. While she talked about the effectiveness of plastoid armor, Derium was confused. Had the spirits abandoned him, or simply not answered his commands? After all, he could heat things up as fast...

The right hook landed solidly. Derium eyes shined as he laughed at the blow. It felt good. The sharp pain of a potential concussion, the ringing in his ears, the sudden spinning of the world. It felt good. It was how he called the spirits to him ever closer. His body was a vessel, and his pain...

Derium growled in annoyance at the woman's words but did not waste his time. Both she and her droid were now attacking. This was not a time for words. It was a time for action. The woman had opened fire with her blaster. Finally Derium thought. Initially he hoped she would've done it earlier...

Derium riased an eyebrow. Stormtrooper? What was that? All these fangled armor wearers were so confusing to the Shaper of Kro Var, and looked alike to the madman. Back on his homeworld, no one used armor, save the cowards. He only knew of the Mandalorians because they occasionally visited his...

Derium snickered as she put a helmet over her head. "You don't want to fight, but you pulled your weapon first. You're a karkking liar and an idiot, Mandalorian. You face a disciple of perfection, and a shaper of fire itself" As he spoke, his hand left his wound and grabbed the handle of his...

Derium staggered down the street, barefoot and bruised and panting. His recent run-in with a local criminal had resulted in a battle of fisticuffs, one that did not result in the drug-dealers favor. However, the wound in his side oozed with blood. The dank ferrick had drawn a knife and unfairly...

The Door was loose. The fake-guard had at least done enough to get Derium a way out. "Finally" Derium snarled. Now on the other side, Derium looked at his 'companions', and snickered at the fake guard who offered his weapon to the other Jedi. "You can always give it to me. Such scorching...

Derium watched in annoyed surprise as the Jedi outside his cell failed to let him loose from his cell. The fake guard was showing his ignorance by slashing at the controls, locking Derium inside, and no one had tried to cut him out yet. Derium growled and snarled in frustration as the combat...

Derium snarled at the female's nickname for himself. Jerky?!? Surely this whelp could've come up with something more harming and less childish. Still, it was original. He doubted anyone else would ever call him that in the future. "At least you are smarter than you look whelp" Derium growled...

Derium smiled loosely at the female's response (@TheDudeMike), before looking back at her leader. The term 'Force for good' was revealing. Perhaps she was simply a well meaning authority figure, or perhaps she was one of those idealization zealots known as Jedi, or even those self-declared...