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| Topic Started: Oct 31 2014, 03:51 AM (801 Views) | |
| Morti | Dec 22 2014, 02:00 AM Post #11 |
Embodiment of Pandemonium/Aspect of Sacrifice
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Looking to her, Zeph thought for a moment. He would need her magical energy to help complete the ritual, but simply channeling it would not be enough. He wasn't even on hundred percent sure that they could even pull it off. What he didn't tell her was that if this was not done corretly, all of their magic, their life-force, would be drained from their bodies and they would be left as dried husks. With that thought strong in his mind, he picked up his parasol and twisted the handle, unlocking and pulling free his split-blade. "I need some of your blood within the circle. A blood bond is necessary to draw forth your magic so that we can crack this 'door' open and reach out to the Dreamer," He explained as he dropped the parasol and placed his hand on the blade. Sliding his hand over the one edge, it became clear that he had cut himself as his blood smeared the blade. Turning the sword over, Zeph held the blade out to Emily so that she could do the same as himself. "The ritual will be... Jarring, and you may expereince pain as magic leaves your body," His expression remained blank as he continued to explain the process. To be honest, he just hoped the ritual worked at all. Though he did not fear the woman, he did not feel like fighting her if it failed and she became upset with him. In the back of his mind, though, all he could think about was the pain he had endured when being drawn in by this very ritual. If this worked like it should, they may pull a god through, who will then kill them for the amount of pain they will ahve inflicted. There were far too many scenerios in which they were going to die as a result of this. Edited by Morti, Dec 22 2014, 02:02 AM.
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| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 23 2014, 04:18 AM Post #12 |
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Emily shook her head and drew the black, serrated blade called Blood’s Tear from the sheath at her waist. She slid it across her palm and opened a cut across her hand before adding her own blood to the blade held out to her with a half-apologetic smile on her face. “I really only like to cut my own flesh...or someone else’s with my own blade. I’m sorry that you didn’t get to cut me though. You’ve got my blood anyhow so we can continue with the ritual. I haven’t done a lot of this kind of magic before but I get the general idea.” There was a warning held in Zeph’s voice as he told her about the ritual but she moved to calm him with the next words that she spoke. “Oh don’t worry, I don’t mind pain. In fact, sometimes I quite like it. I was totally expecting to suffer pain anyways. Summoning gods is usually not an easy or pleasant process so I’ll be completely comfortable with whatever happens.” There was a strange impatience that had seized the redhead and she turned to her companion and said, “Well, I guess we’d better find out what happens next right?” |
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| Morti | Dec 23 2014, 04:58 AM Post #13 |
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Embodiment of Pandemonium/Aspect of Sacrifice
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Zeph merely nodded his head to Emily in acknowledgement of her words, before turning back to the circle. Bringing his sword into the air, he flipped it around into a reverse grip before plunging it into the very center of the set up. The strike itself was insignificant, but the contact of the blood was what started everything. Zeph felt a jolt course through his body as his magic source connected to the ritual. Taking his middle finger, of his left hand, he dipped it in the blood that flowed from his right. Carefully, he drew his finger down the center of his face, starting at his forehead, and ending at his chin. As he did this, he began to speak, "We stand at the waking door, O' how it seethes. We stand with the blood of the wicked, O' how it burns. We, who fear not sin, but embrace it, stand in offering to you a world untouched by the nightmare we breath. We stand here, sleeping, O' how we wish to dream." As Zeph began the ritual, he felt a tug at his magic, or perhaps it was his soul. The more he talked, the strong the pull became. The strong the pull became, the more obvious it became the ritual was starting to work. His sword, that now resided embedded in the floor of the inner sanctum, began to give of a very eerie green glow. The ritual circle, in response to the magic flowing into it, gave of it's own blue-ish light. Turning to Emily, he approached her, dipping his finger into his blood again and began to place symbols on her forehead and each cheek. "Dreamer, we call to you, through the veil. Marked by the blood of a demon, we pray to you. Awaken now our lord of terror and speak to us so that we may better serve your design!" He turned back to the setup as he called out to the Dreamer. The entire room began to shake as, what could best be described as, a emerald rip began to tear its way upwards in the skin of the world, directly about Zeph's sword. After a moment the tear stopped and the room went still. Standing there, he merely stared at what they had done. As he had thought, the door could not be opened with such little power, but a crack and be created. The tear extended upwards ten feet, jagged all the way. At it's widest, it would only, maybe, a foot wide. Going to take a step forward, Zeph suddenly became quite aware of how weak he suddenly felt. The ritual had taken a great deal out of him, but the results were quite pleasing to him. Kneeling down, he took a deep breath as he tried to gather some of his strength back before approaching the breach in the world. They now had a way to reach out to the Dreamer. He just hoped that they would be answered. Edited by Morti, Dec 23 2014, 05:00 AM.
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| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 26 2014, 07:53 PM Post #14 |
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Ritual was always something that Emily found extremely annoying. She wondered if there wasn’t a more direct way to do all of these things like contacting demons or opening rifts between worlds, but there always had to be some silly chant or the use of blood (which she was not bothered by at all). It was just that she lacked patience and all of this required waiting. However, the onset of an apparent earthquake was a good sign that things were going well. All of her hair, unbidden, stood on end as the massive discharge of magical energy began to cleave the air open. Now a rift started to tear itself wide open, spreading as glowing energy started to spill out of it. The pretty killer’s heart began to pound as she found herself drawn toward it as Zeph also stepped forward. There was a hypnotic pull exerted by whatever was trying to get through. The first thing that she felt was a tremendous cold. It was worse than anything she’d ever felt before, so cold that it felt as if her flesh was being seared off. It dissipated quickly but was soon followed by a stench that was so strong that Emily felt her stomach turning. She managed to keep herself from vomiting but only barely. Finally an indistinct shape began to emerge from that rift. It was...well...it was hard to describe as anything in particular. There were tentacles, a few human-looking mouths with rotting teeth, other mouths that were not human at all and a body that seemed to have elements of everything from a gigantic rat to a goat to some kind of cephalopod. It started to climb into the room and let out a roar that reverberated through Emily’s bones. Now it regarded them silently before a tentacle shot out and wrapped itself around the redhead’s throat. It didn’t seek to choke her but instead it began to speak in her voice. “Who is it that has summoned me from my sleep? Who has called me from beyond the edges of space? What do you wish from me?" |
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| Morti | Dec 30 2014, 04:27 AM Post #15 |
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Zeph found breath quite the chore as he watched Emily's advance on the rift. She did not seem to suffer from the same level of fatigue that he did, but it was possible that the drain had been greater on him as he was the one actually performing the ritual. Since the moment the rift had opened, the sensation of tainted power had grown exponentially more powerful than before. At this point they were practically bathing in it, and it felt wonderful. If the feeling had been intoxicating before, he now had no words to describe the sensation it gave him. His mind was pulled from thought when a cold sensation suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. It was almost as if his skin had started aflame with no heat. After a moment, it passed, but was followed by a stench that made even Zeph audibly gag. Foul did not to the smell justice, but that was not surprising to him, to find himself at a lose for words. This only continued as he watched a form begin to pull it's way through the gate that they had created. Beastly, far beyond any demon that he had ever laid eyes upon. This... Thing, moved slowly as it came through, the most prominent feature were it's numerous tentacles, and then the, seemingly, various creature parts. It was like whatever had created it, could not decide what it should look like, and had, instead, just jammed several dozen creatures together to do it. Zeph found himself unable to look away as it came through and reached out. Not for him, but for Emily instead. It's tentacle wrapped itself around her slender throat. He expected to her gasps for air, and to se her thrashing about in a panic, but something very unexpected happened instead; The thing talked through her. Zeph pushed himself back to his feet as he listened to it's words. It seemed unaware that it had reached out to them, beckoning them to free it. That alone seemed odd, though nothing in the situation was particularly normal. Bringing his head up, he responded, voice as dead as any day, but eyes opened and fully focused. "I am Zeph Erez, Last Son of Zeref. I have awoken you, along with the woman you speak through. We are agents of the Nightmare, bound to darkness. We felt you, and we knew that you must be freed so that you could descend upon this world. I wish nothing from you, other than for you to do what you will." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Dec 31 2014, 08:08 PM Post #16 |
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There was a silence so deep that it almost had a physical presence after the thing’s initial appearance. In the wake of the silence, there was also more bitter cold and the charnel scent of death that hung around the horrifying creature. When it spoke through Emily again, there was a dry laugh. “No one from your plane wishes nothing from me. The very notion of summoning me indicates that you have a goal. Human concepts of light and darkness mean nothing to a God. Well, I am not even truly a God, at least not as you would conceive of one. However, it serves my purposes that you have called me here. It is time that I returned to this level of existence.” Emily’s head slowly swiveled around as though it was being controlled by a puppeteer’s strings. It even had the same jerky motion as though the intellect that controlled it wasn’t used to the vagaries of the human body. Again the disembodied voice echoed from the redhead’s throat. “This room is designed to keep me bound to it. You and my vessel here must break the bindings. I shall leave the knowledge of this in her mind. I cannot do it myself as the compulsion woven into these walls is one that places particular strictures on my ability to function on this plane.” Abruptly Emily’s consciousness returned and she staggered back as the tentacle was unwound from her throat. She blinked for a moment and then smiled coldly. “I know so damn much now. We are going to probably need a bit more blood than you and I can provide. We should get those acolytes in here and sacrifice a few more of them. In fact, we need several gallons of blood, so what do you think? Three, four of them?” |
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| Morti | Jan 2 2015, 06:51 AM Post #17 |
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Zeph bowed his head deeply to the demonic beings instruction to release his binding. Looking around the room, he now understood why it had been scuplted the way it had. It seemed that the inner sanctum had been designed as a fail-safe, in case someone had successfully returned the Dreamer back to this world, it would still be trapped within the room itself. It was a clever idea, but failed as it would only work if the individuals responsible with the creature's released were assumed to have died during the ritual, or killed by the Dreamer after being released. He had to comend the creators on their effort at least. Returning his gaze back to Emily, he watched as she regained control of her body, smiling as she began to speak on her own once more. More blood eh? She was right stating that they would not be able to provide the blood required. "It is always better to go overboard than to miss the bar," Something that a man had said to him a tavern during his travels. Now it seemed more appropriate than ever. If it was blood that they needed, why stop at only taking it from four people. Why not go for even more. "I have an idea," Zeph stated before moving around to the Dreamer, retrieving his word, and then walking out of the inner sanctum. He continued until he came upon the 'disciples' of the now dead high priest. He stood before them until they finally took notice of his presence. A few of them backed away, recognizing him from when he had walked through them when he had first arrived. He stood in silence, looking upon them, making sure they saw the blood on his face from the ritual. "I am looking for the most faithful. Those among you that carry the favor of the Dreamer, with you. It is time, for your faith to be rewarded." The group began to shuffle with excitement as Zeph began to point out individuals, intructing them to join him. Once assembled, he headed back to to the inner sanctum, stopping by the curtain and allowing them to entire first, so that he may follow behind and keep them from trying to run. "This should be enough, no?" |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Jan 3 2015, 04:18 PM Post #18 |
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With a smile, Emily realized that Zeph had herded six people into the room as opposed to the three or four she’d originally suggested. She looked around at the channels that flowed around the floor and up the walls and nodded. The Dreamer looked on with its strange eyes and all of the acolytes trembled, gasped and made gurgling noises in the presence of their god. She nodded at her companion. “This should do nicely. We have to fill the channels here so that we can break the lock. I’ll go first, shall I?” Stepping forward and drawing Blood’s Tear in one easy motion, a motion that she’d repeated many times before, Emily seized one of the acolytes and opened his throat in one rapid slash. She tossed his body across the channel as his jugular vein spilled life into the circular channel that ran around the room. Before the next disciple could react, the redhead had seized her and slashed her throat wide. The chamber was already taking on a charnel scent as she went for the next victim. From the corner of her eye, Emily could see Zeph moving in as well. This was the best she’d felt in a long time and she only hoped it would continue. There was nothing like shedding the blood of innocents to make one’s day. From what she understood of the Dreamer’s instructions, things were only going to keep getting interesting from here on out. Note for Morti Edited by MoonlitRain012, Jan 3 2015, 04:18 PM.
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| Morti | Jan 4 2015, 04:16 AM Post #19 |
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Zeph watched as glee spread, rapidly, across Emily's face as she began moving onto the group of unsuspecting acolytes. The first one fell quickly as she moved her dagger across his throat like a warm knife cutting through butter. She had managed to get through two before the four that remained freaked out over the death of their friends. The one, furtherest back, turned to try and run out of the room, but didn't get far. He took a single step forward before Zeph's split-blade pushed through the front of his throat, protruding out the back of his neck, severing his spinal-cord from the brain. His eyes rolled about as blood seeped from around the blade now embedded into his throat. Zeph couldn't help, but smile as he pulled the blade free, before shoving the poor man off onto the channel so that his blood would drain where it was needed. At this time, the remaining three had finally realized that there was no escaping the two red-headed killers. One merely kneeled before Zeph, pulling back her hood and closing her eyes. Nodding, with one clean sweep, her head rolled from her shoulders as her body slumped onto the channels. By this time, they had more than enough blood from the ritual, however, that didn't mean that the last two remaining were allowed to continue living. Kicking the legs out from under one of the remaining, Zeph steps over and placed his boot across his throat. It took a second, but he recognized him as the man that had almost step up to stop his entrance to this unholy place. With a small smile, he spoke to the man, "Pray to your god. Die knowing that the will not answer, nor save you," As the last word left his lips and suddenly increased his pressure, crushing his windpipe. Pushing him over to the channel, as he lashed about for air, Zeph position him to ensure he remained on his back, before swing his blade across his throat to bleed him dry. "Last one is yours." |
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| MoonlitRain012 | Jan 15 2015, 06:35 PM Post #20 |
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There was a growing sense of impatience that seemed to be radiating from the still trapped god. It was clearly tiring of the overly dramatic sacrifices and simply wanted to be freed from its bonds. Without much fanfare, Emily rapidly slashed the throat of the final sacrifice and dropped him to bleed into the channels that surrounded the chamber. As his life drained out, the redhead watched a strange transformation come over the room. There was a deep grinding sound as the ornate patterns filled with crimson and the entire foundation of the gigantic building shook. There was a sudden lurch in reality as though some other intangible adjustment to its very nature was being made. It was almost as though the air had grown thicker and more syrupy. There was the pulsating sound of something gigantic moving. Emily turned to look at Zeph. “Do you feel that? I think it’s coming free of whatever’s holding it.” The thing’s voice rang out again. It was guttural, harsh and cutting, more like something without real vocal chords trying to make human sounds than anything else. “You are freeing me now. I shall come upon the world like ice and freeze it all. You shall walk in the dead wastes of my hunger and become my eternal slaves and servants!” There was something in that which Emily didn’t like. For a rare time in her life, she felt unsure of what to do next, so she turned to her companion. “You’ve done this kind of thing before right? What the hell do we do next?” |
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