Post by "The Priest" on May 27, 2006 18:00:00 GMT -5
*The Priest walked into a graveyard, one of the few, on the floating island. There were a few people, milling about, looking at the graves of love's lost, and families shattered.
He moved toward the back of the depressing, yet happy place. It was a location meant for rememberance, not morning, even though much of the latter was done here.
He searched for a gravestone that seemed untended, and found one. It was run over with grass, and a mottled looking substance covered it. Brushing it away, he produced a small flask of liquid, a bag of powder, and set the Totem behind it. The totem began to glow brightly, its base shot out gold, and its top beamed green.
He sprinkled the contents of the bag onto the land in front of the tomb, and then drank the liquid.
He fell to his knees, in front of the grave. He grabbed at his own face, as the nether powers took hold inside him. He stopped, and his head flew backwards, and black rays shot forth from his eyes.
He stood, and started a chant in another language. Bringing his hands to his sides, and then together, he made ornate hand gestures. He ended it with forcing his palms downward, with his arms outstretched, and stopped chanting.
As a grumbling was heard, a beam of green energy soared forth from the totem, and the ground near him upheaved a body. It was encased in armor, and was a half decomposed corpse. It held a staff, and its extremities twitched to life. The totem then shot forth again, and green light affixed itself to the beings eyes and mouth. Then, as the thing brought its staff to bear, it also grew a sickly green, and became whole.
Then, darkness came.
The man stood up, and the obscenity to mankind before him knelt, its obeisance a welcome, as The Priest had hoped it would've worked this way. Producing another vial of liquid, and then chanting, he pouted its contents onto the being's head, and finished as a globe of dark energy spewed from his hands. The spell had been completed, and his summon had become permanent.*
Come. Loki, we have much work to accomplish. I'm sealing your being into this figurine. For now, you may stay in this world. But soon, your being will deteriorate as your energy depletes. Someday, i'll find someone who can make your permanence. But for now, this figurine shall encase you. It is a scale replica of yourself. It takes no energy of your own to be produced, but I must put forth a small amount to create the portal to our world.
Welcome, Loki the Harbinger. Your life begins now.
As the two walk out, people stare. Many understand it was but another Necromantic ritual, but some still run in fear. The Priest is tempted to try out his new, acquisation's powers, but decides he'd leave that for those who are worthy...
Thats him.
He moved toward the back of the depressing, yet happy place. It was a location meant for rememberance, not morning, even though much of the latter was done here.
He searched for a gravestone that seemed untended, and found one. It was run over with grass, and a mottled looking substance covered it. Brushing it away, he produced a small flask of liquid, a bag of powder, and set the Totem behind it. The totem began to glow brightly, its base shot out gold, and its top beamed green.
He sprinkled the contents of the bag onto the land in front of the tomb, and then drank the liquid.
He fell to his knees, in front of the grave. He grabbed at his own face, as the nether powers took hold inside him. He stopped, and his head flew backwards, and black rays shot forth from his eyes.
He stood, and started a chant in another language. Bringing his hands to his sides, and then together, he made ornate hand gestures. He ended it with forcing his palms downward, with his arms outstretched, and stopped chanting.
As a grumbling was heard, a beam of green energy soared forth from the totem, and the ground near him upheaved a body. It was encased in armor, and was a half decomposed corpse. It held a staff, and its extremities twitched to life. The totem then shot forth again, and green light affixed itself to the beings eyes and mouth. Then, as the thing brought its staff to bear, it also grew a sickly green, and became whole.
Then, darkness came.
The man stood up, and the obscenity to mankind before him knelt, its obeisance a welcome, as The Priest had hoped it would've worked this way. Producing another vial of liquid, and then chanting, he pouted its contents onto the being's head, and finished as a globe of dark energy spewed from his hands. The spell had been completed, and his summon had become permanent.*
Come. Loki, we have much work to accomplish. I'm sealing your being into this figurine. For now, you may stay in this world. But soon, your being will deteriorate as your energy depletes. Someday, i'll find someone who can make your permanence. But for now, this figurine shall encase you. It is a scale replica of yourself. It takes no energy of your own to be produced, but I must put forth a small amount to create the portal to our world.
Welcome, Loki the Harbinger. Your life begins now.
As the two walk out, people stare. Many understand it was but another Necromantic ritual, but some still run in fear. The Priest is tempted to try out his new, acquisation's powers, but decides he'd leave that for those who are worthy...
Thats him.
