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| Topic Started: Oct 31 2014, 03:51 AM (798 Views) | |
| MoonlitRain012 | Oct 31 2014, 03:51 AM Post #1 |
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Note It had been the green glow that had settled things for Emily. She’d been enjoying a spot of simple pickpocketing in and around the casinos of Trillium, but her results hadn’t been quite as spectacularly successful as she’d fantasized. She was considering cutting her losses and leaving the city behind when she’d seen the eerie green glow begin to spread across the horizon of the city. All of her magical instincts told her that something of enormous power had been released. On top of that pure power, it was the sense of twisted corruption that poured out of the area from which the ichorous light was emanating. An intoxicating sense of evil began to grow inside of the killer’s heart, a sense of absolutely alien blackness that made her pulse pound in her temples. She’d finished taking a few coins out of the purse of an old woman and immediately started to move towards the source of the eldritch energy. It was like a beacon calling her out of the darkness and Emily moved with purpose through the throngs that were running in the opposite direction. It was then that a repugnant scent struck her nostrils and made her gag briefly. The smell was like a thousand rotting fish carcasses underlain by something altogether worse and more primal. After that choking scent, there came the sound of many shuffling steps and over top of them, the sound of chanting in a language that the crimson-haired murderess had never heard before. Although the words were incomprehensible to her, their meaning cut right into the heart of her. This was a chant of pure yearning. It was a call to something ancient, something that came from the darkest voids beyond the edges of the stars and it was willing that thing to come to life and usher in an age of ice and darkness. It spoke of things that had long passed away but somehow retained a semblance of life. It made a thrill shudder through Emily’s slender frame, so intense that she nearly yelped aloud at the frisson of energy it pulsed through the depths of her. Her desire to move into the heart of that energy was overwhelming and immediate, so she heeded it. The crowds of grey-skinned fish...things....were starting to shuffle around her. Their rank stench went abruptly unnoticed as she pushed into their midst, and surprisingly so did she. It was as though they recognized one of their own, a creature spawned of the darker stuff of the universe and accepted her amongst themselves. She felt the ache of the black waves of desire for destruction thundering in her and she wished she understood the chant now. She wanted to call out in the same ecstatic supplication, so that she could help release whatever was crying for the loosing of its bonds. Now she noticed something new as she moved through the throngs. There were men and women in dark robes, men and women who wore tall crowns and whose eyes blazed with the fanatic passion of true zealots. Emily wasn’t sure that she could reach that level of passion for anything. No, what drew the crimson-haired killer was the desire to possess that kind of dark, twisted power, so she kept moving. One of the acolytes stepped forward and challenged her. “Who dares walk into our midst? Who dares stand before the place from whence the Old One will come without making the proper obeisance to he who dreams yet is dead?” Emily smiled her crooked smile, her smile like a jagged slash in her pale flesh as she spoke. “One who wishes to unleash the Old One. One who feels his power calling inside of her. I wish to bring the Dreamer back to the world.” Edited by MoonlitRain012, Dec 15 2014, 04:18 PM.
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| MoonlitRain012 | Nov 4 2014, 04:24 PM Post #2 |
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The acolyte inclined her head and looked the killer up and down. “I sense something in you, something sings with a song that He may understand. Perhaps you are worthy to continue to the sanctuary, but you must be tested before you can truly move towards Him.” Emily nodded and replied, “What must I do to prove my worth?” The acolyte smiled a cold, dead smile before she said, “Here. End the life of this one and you shall prove your worth.” There was a scuffling as the woman opened a wooden cage behind her and sent a boy stumbling forward. He was about sixteen years old and his terrified face stared out at the redheaded killer. He sobbed out a shaky request to be spared but Emily merely grinned. Finally, finally she was being given the chance to bloody her blade without any consequence. She leapt forward and before the lad could respond, she’d driven the dagger into his throat and with a vicious ripping motion, torn the flesh wide open. There was the sound of air whistling but no place for it to go as he tried to breathe, the thick gurgling of blood that further choked off his last breath and the sound of his dying body toppling to the ground as he quickly bled out. All of this was watched with dark pleasure by the black-robed acolyte who nodded knowingly. She spoke with obvious respect in her voice. “I believe that you have proven your worth. You may enter the chambers of the Dreamer. Come with me now and we shall go speak to the high priest.” Emily was lead into a building that had several peculiar properties. The first of these was that every inch of wall space was carved into strange, intertwining organic forms that resembled the tentacles and other parts of various octopus-like beings. The walls seemed to be made from smooth, slick material that gave the distinct impression that it was subtly moving and shifting. The second peculiarity of this building was the fact that all of the walls and the corridors had a slight, but perceptible, tilt and twist to them that made them unsettling to look at. The crimson-haired girl actually found something stabilizing in the way that these hallways were skewed, but Emily found stability in the oddest of things. As they moved along this corridor, the sound of chanting grew stronger. Eventually they were surrounded by a sussuration of sound that was composed of hundreds of voices, all seemingly chanting different things, but in a way that created a single cohesive sound. Emily felt a thrill of pleasure running through her as she experienced its effect. Eventually the acolyte lead her into a central chamber with a massively vaulted ceiling. The whole chamber was designed so that every sound bounced and reverberated in a way that created disturbing noises. At the head of the cathedral-like space, a man sat in an ornate throne. He looked up as the two girls approached and spoke with an air of command. “Who have you brought before me acolyte? Who is this one that seeks to join us?” The dark-robed young woman pushed her forward and Emily humbly bowed her head in front of the high priest. She used a deferential tone in her voice as she responded. “I am merely a seeker of the darkness. My name is Emily Winter. I wish to help you to unleash the Dreamer into the world again.” Edited by MoonlitRain012, Dec 15 2014, 04:17 PM.
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| Morti | Dec 16 2014, 06:15 AM Post #3 |
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Trillium, was as good as home at this point. The misplaced demon had found himself returning to the city of corruption and degradation more often than not. It's filth and terrible smells had become a source of familiarity for him, and that was something he had desperately need for some time. Because of that fact, he found himself no longer appalled with the way the humans acted, as he roamed the streets. Though many did not pay him mind, since he just appeared to be another crazy in a city full of them. A few here and there would intentionally step out of his way, or avert their eyes. These few were the ones who had heard that he, Zeph, was friends with Raven Tail. Though the rumor was only have true, he did not pay it any mind. In fact, the rumor would be the furthest thing from his mind today. With his black parasol open above him, Zeph moved with his usual, unnatural grace. He had taken it upon himself to try and familiarize all of the streets in the city, to avoid being lost in the future. During this self-memorization, he found himself stopping dead. A massive amount of magical energy suddenly washed over him. The sensation made his human body want to up-chuck right then and there, as it's corruption touched him. However, his demonic mind made no note of disgust, but rather, one of need. An uncontrollable urge to go to the source of this magic and bathe in it. Has his mind overtook his human instincts, he would soon find himself rapidly walking towards the source. As he got closer, he realized that people seemed to be instinctively running away from it. It was also about this time that the overbearing stench of dead fish hit him like a ton of bricks. Though it made his stagger slightly, it did nothing to slow him as he began to pick up the pace. As he pushed through the crowd to continue forward, his eye caught the sight of a head of fiery red hair bobbing through the crowd as well, possibly under the same influence as himself. Since she was ahead of him, he would simply watch her progress and hang back slightly. Though he wanted to with the source of this amazing power, he did not survive coming from one world to another, just to die because he wasn't thinking clearly. Slowing himself, Zeph watched as the woman approached a crowd of cloaked figures. Their chant was beyond even his understanding, but the need, the want in their voice told him everything he needed to know about what it was they were striving for. Focusing his attention on the young woman with red hair, he watched as she moved into the parting crowd, but was then stopped by one of these, for a lack of a better word, cultists. Even though he specialized with sound magic, not even he could hear from that distance, though he was pretty sure he got the gist of what was happening as the cultist had a young man, couldn't be older than fifteen or sixteen, brought before the woman. There was no hesitation as she cut him down in cold blood. If he didn't know better, he would have said that she had just completed some sort of initiation, or test in order to be let into the group. With this thought, his burnt orange eyes narrowed as he watched the woman being lead into the building before them all. Not wanting to lose her, Zeph moved forward, entering the crowd cloaked individuals. Now that he was closer, he noticed that not all of these... Things, were necessarily human. They were covered in gray, scaled skin, similiar to that of fish... They also appeared to be the source of the smell. As he start to near their crowd, they not only part, put they did so swiftly. This sudden movement caused him to hesitate. Though he did not know why they had stepped aside for the woman, but he had a feeling as to why they moved so hastily for him. The magic flowing from deeper within told him that these beings worships something so corrupt that it had to be sealed far away in order to preserve order. If they were sensitive to the darkness in others, it was no surprise they were so eager to move away from him. Human in body, but his soul could not be any blacker than it was now. He was a demon, first and foremost, son of the darkest mage in the existence of Incendia. Eyeing all of them, he began to move forward again. As he moved, his eyes drew upon the stupid looking crowns atop the heads of the humans that were within the crowd, wearing black robes. As he moved, he saw the humans shift, he was certain that they were going to confront him as they had with the woman, but he was not going to play some stupid little game. As a man approached him, Zeph brought up his left hand, "Kneel," He commanded, in his usual monotone, without raising his voice. Without missing a beat, he snapped his fingers, Amplyfing the sound, unfocused. The shrieking sound that his fingers emitted brought all those even remotely close him to their knees in pain as they covered their ears. He was not in the mood to play their games. Stepping into the building, he closed his parasol, leaving behind the sounds of stifled weeping and weak cries of pain. Normally, he would have been fascinated by the carvings that detailed the odd building, but he was focused on following the corrupted power that had drawn him there to begin with. As the sound of the chanting increased, his step slowed. He was beginning to feel a stir in the shadows of his soul, the closer he got. Shaking it off, he stepped into the centeral chamber, vaulted ceiling stretching far about all their heads. His eyes instantly trained on the red-headed woman, and a man that appeared to be in charge. However, at this moment, he made no move forward, nor did he attempt to conceal his presence. He would be acknowledged, or ignored, he could care less about this simple human that felt he somehow stood about the others. No, his only interested was on the source of the darkness that now enveloped him, and the woman that had come to it's call as he had. With his parasol in his left hand, in a reverse grip so access to his blade was not hindred, he clasped his right hand over his left, behind his back as he watched and waited. |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 16 2014, 05:05 PM Post #4 |
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The priest glanced up sharply, his eyes focusing on the man who’d entered the room, his face full of the rage of a righteous and imbalanced mind, and spoke a challenge to him in stentorian tones that rang through the bizarre angles of the building and set off disturbing echoes. “Who dares defile the sanctuary of the Ancient Ones! Who dares to step inside the sealed chambers of the Dreamer’s temple?” Emily also turned to look at this new arrival, but her response wasn’t anything like the priest’s. She met the dead, cold gaze of the young man with her own emerald glance. Something like a smile, only lacking any human warmth at all, spread across her features. Even with her relatively low level of magical ability, she could feel the dark energy emanating off of this one in waves. The priest had none of that energy. So she cut the ranting cleric off without compunction. “Oh shut up, you old goat! I’m trying to talk to the new guy here. I think he’s the one that’s got what it takes to open that door.” She paused and caught Zeph’s gaze again. “You do have what it takes to open the door to the inside of this place, right? I can feel it in you. I think that Mr. Grumpy here should be removed from our path. Would you like to do the honours or shall I? I don’t mind either way.” The priest was fairly foaming at the mouth with rage now. He hadn’t even registered the fact that Emily was still holding the dagger that he’d handed her to sacrifice one of his acolytes. As he started forward, the redhead quipped. “He thinks he’s scaring us. He isn’t really scaring us.” |
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| Morti | Dec 16 2014, 08:18 PM Post #5 |
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The moment the priests gaze fell onto Zeph, he began to slowly close the distance between them. The man's words meant nothing to him, as he could see through his aging face. This man was nothing more than a parasite, feeding on the power his position gave him over others that followed this "Dreamer" of theirs. It wasn't until the woman addressed him that he actually began to listen. It would appear that some sort of door needed to be opened. He assumed the door was not a literally object, but again, mattered little to him in the end. "I am inclined to agree. His removal is necessary," As he spoke, he flipped his parasol around in his hand, and once close enough, straight jabbed with it. The blow struck the priest in the throat, effectively crushing it. Eyes bugging out, he desperately clawed at his neck as he struggled to find air to fill his lungs. Watching with empty eyes, a small smirk broke his blank expression. "You've served your purpose, you brought us here, but your assistance is no longer required," His voice retained his cold demeanor, with a hint of amusement. Again, he felt the stirs within the depths of his soul. Turning his orange eyes to Emily, he tilted his head. "You reminded me of a demon I knew," With just that, he stepped over the priest body and took a few steps forward. As he came to a stop he brought his right hand u and held it in front of himself, as if holding it against a wall. "What is this 'Dreamer'? The power it emits is... Intoxicating," Something this powerful had to be dangerous, and was probably something that effected multiple worlds. He wondered if it's release would send ripples back through Incendia as well as Earthland. Edited by Morti, Dec 16 2014, 08:18 PM.
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| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 17 2014, 08:03 PM Post #6 |
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The fact that a man’s life was being painfully extinguished in front of her didn’t even register to Emily. Her focus was already on the chamber that lay ahead of them, but she couldn’t really say what lay beyond the curtain that obscured it. All she knew was that the Dreamer was something impossibly old and probably something that came from beyond the stars. She’d read about the Old Ones in the dark tome she’d stolen from her villages’ sorceror and the symbols of squid-like fish things seemed to accord with most descriptions she remembered. Her answer was confident and firm. The redhead sensed that showing any kind of indecision in front of this new acquaintance wasn’t wise. If possible, he was even more devoid of human emotion than she was. In fact, he could quite possibly have been one of the most dangerous people she’d ever met. “As far as I can tell, the Dreamer is a sleeping god or demon. I once read about it and the only thing that anyone says is that it’s very old, very powerful and useful if you want to break the world in half and make chaos reign. I always liked that idea.” She paused for a moment and continued. “You seem like the sort of fellow who might know how to wake something like that out of its sleep. Shall we proceed and give it a try? I think the ‘inner sanctum’ or whatever’s through that curtain.” Emily decided that waiting was pointless and so she pushed the curtain and stepped into the room which was hideously carved with friezes of things that would make most average people violently ill. All it did for the redhead was give her momentary queasiness, but it soon passed. As her companion had surmised, there was no actual physical door. She cast her emerald-eyed gaze on him. “Got any idea how to open the ‘door’ ?” |
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| Morti | Dec 18 2014, 08:32 AM Post #7 |
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"Have you ever seen a world split in half?" He posed his question as he followed her pas the curtain and into the inner sanctum. While he felt nothing for that increasingly hideous cravings in this room, he could not help, but feel, again, the pang of familiarity. Was it simply the magic, or something more that he was not remembering. Regardless of the reason, it meant nothing at the moment as they had far more important things to attend to. "I have. Fire and death. Not even the planet survived, for all of it's luster, it too died with everything else," He stepped past Emily, heading for the middle of the room itself. It was there he felt the pull the strongest, there that he was sure the Dreamer wanted them. "I have a few ideas. The one most likely to end in results would be to replicate the ritual that brought me to this world. Doing so would require time, however." Coming to a standstill in the middle, he looked up, lifting his hands up and slowly rotating until the front of his body faced Emily. Imagery began to flood his mind, forcing it's way into his mind. It was searingly painful, as if a hot brand was being placed against the back of his eyes. He hoped that Emily was feeling it as well, because if she wasn't than he was sure that he was going mad. The images came faster, forcing Zeph to place his hand against his temple and double over as he tried to coop with the pain. He hadn't felt anything this bad since his body had burned away from around him as he fell to this world. Straightening his body, Zeph opened his eyes. Though he could not see it, they had actually reverted to the ones he had possessed as a demonic force. His pupils were now, the best way to describe them, large 'Y's. Where the three lines converged sat at the center, and each line extended past the limits of his sockets. "Do you see what he dreams? There is so much knowledge. It is difficult for me to filter. What can you make of it?" Edited by Morti, Dec 18 2014, 08:32 AM.
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| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 18 2014, 08:27 PM Post #8 |
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Emily had to aver and admit that she’d never actually seen a world split in half. However, she observed, “It sounds pretty impressive to me. If I got to see that level of death and destruction, I’d be happy, even if it killed me. Admittedly, living is good, but chaos is such pleasure!” She grinned madly at her companion. “Well we should figure out if we can make that ritual of yours work. This Dreamer might be useful in the fulfillment of that goal.” All at once, the sensation of a hot needle being forced into the back of her skull seized her. The images that sped through her brain were jumbled and incoherent. There seemed to be a lot of ice and fire as well as some kind of colour that wasn’t a colour at all. There were fish ape humans and things that were impossible to describe or detail in rational terms parading through her brain. When she spoke, Emily’s voice was disjointed and not entirely human. “I see blood, I see fire and I see the Dreamer and his kin awakening. From deep water and deep ice, from the vanishing of the humans that blight the earth, he and his are reborn and awakened from the death that dreams make. He is calling us from his dead city under the world to bring him back and give him life.” The redheaded killer shook her head abruptly and stared around. “I think Dreamer boy there took my brain over. I wonder how we can let him out?” |
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| Morti | Dec 19 2014, 04:16 AM Post #9 |
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Placing his parasol on the ground, Zeph began to rummage around within his coat, searching for anything that he could use for the ritual. He pulled out five, blue tinted, crystals each only a few inches long and an inch wide. With it, he also pulled out a charcoal pencil that he often used to practice his writing. Placing the crystals on the ground he began to drawn out the magic circle for the ritual, forcing the human memories to the surface. "More than likely, this will not open the door. It may force a crack in it though, enough for us to get a clear lin eof communication so that the Dreamer may supply adequate instructions to his release." Drawing out a circle in the middle of the chamber, roughly five feet in diameter, he tried to focus on the images in his mind. It was diffcult as there were specific symbols that had to be marked within each section of the star he was now making within the circle. "Eleven years ago, I was forcefully pulled through from another world using this ritual, though it was on a far larger scale. I am hoping that by using a smaller version we can avoid the cataclysmic result that the orignal had," He glanced to the woman as he spoke. "The gate had existed for eleven seconds before it erupted and took everything out within a mile radius. Our ritual is roughly a tenth the size, so if it does go up in smoke the colateral will only be a tenth as devesating. So lets hope we get this right," He said as he finished up the final symbol. Taking the crystals, he placed each one on each point of the star where it met the circle. Once finished he stepped back to view his handy work. "Once we start the ritual, there wont be any going back. Even if we only make a crack, the Dreamer's reach will extend and things will begin to change on this world." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 20 2014, 08:09 PM Post #10 |
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Emily felt a sudden thrill race through her body as her companion began to prepare the ritual. There was that illicit throb of dark energy that gave her a visceral pleasure when she felt it working. The blue crystals were just waiting for activation now and her pulse was racing. She could barely speak for the excitement that she felt, but she tried to breathe and settle down so that she wouldn’t faint when the ritual started. To distract herself, she replied to the first statement that Zeph made. “Well if we don’t get it right, it isn’t really going to matter, is it? At least it’ll all be over quickly. I’ll bet we do get it right though!” The crimson-haired killer was fairly bubbling over with excitement now. She was literally bouncing in place and she couldn’t contain her impatience any more. “So what do we do next? What can I do to help you? I want to see this working sooo badly!” |
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