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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/6/2017 3:16:47 PM
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[i]"Do not apologize for your sister. I have lived three millennia, words are of... little concern... now, we're going to summon the elder's spirit back up from the depths. Spirits tend to be more... cooperative... we're going to need a smooth surface however... dirt is not the most cooperative of surfaces for rituals like this..." [/i]
[b]The Necromancer unsheathes the knife again, and proceeds to use it to gut a corpse, removing the heart, still full of blood.[/b]
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[i]"I can create a smooth surface."[/i] Cael raised his right hand in a smooth, liquid-like motion. Moisture in the air along with water from the ground began grouping together in midair, until a massive bubble of water was formed. It began to change shape, forming a round table, before completely freezing over to become ice. The ice table sat itself down on the ground in front of the necromancer, reflecting the sun. [i]"That's sadly the best I can do. If the reflectiveness is bothersome, I can create a table of a different substance."[/i]
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[i]"...it will work as long as it does not thaw."[/i] [b]He took out the knife from before and began carving an intricate pattern on the table, a summoning circle, but with some very, very dark runes imbedded in it. He finished the circle, and poured the blood from the heart into the grooves. He approached the dead elder, and with a few swift cuts from his knife, removed a chunk of the ice around his head and extracted an eye. He placed the eye in the center of the summoning circle, in a large groove that fit the eye like a socket.[/b] [i]"... if you wouldn't mind, I am a bit drained from the journey here... would you kindly help with the incantation?"[/i]
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Cael looked rather hesitate; yes, he had dabbled in the darker part of magic, however he was not too willing to do any more. However, this was rather important... and so, he nodded with a sigh, preparing himself accordingly. He placed his staff down on the ground, closing his eyes for a moment, before reopening them. [i]"Ready whenever,"[/i] He said to confirm his involvement.
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[i]"Echo me. Do not deviate or we... well you, end up in the underworld."[/i] [b]He raises his hands, fists alighting in the same blue flame. He then spoke, but in a deep, guttural voice, not his coarse whisper.[/b] [u]"Nec shrla gopa namous slivintu avrinti zefphros da kla framinit sha. Oosha langa abinni nec ros ma. Lah manous refah!"[/u] [b]He continued the chant, the flames on his fist progressively deepening in shade.[/b]
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[i]"... nec shrla gopa namous slivintu avrinti zefphros da kla framinit sha. Oosha langa abinni nec ros ma. Lah manous refah!"[/i] Cael echoed the necromancer with pinpoint accuracy. As he chanted, absolutely nothing aesthetically special happened. After all, he was merely providing aid for the necromancer as they chanted the spell.
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[b]The eye animated, swiveling around as the blood began to boil. As the incantation continued, the blood came alight with flame, the eye moved up out of the groove and hung in the air at head height. The blood boiled even more violently, as an awful black and red smoke rose from the flame and condensed around the eye on a large ball, eventually a large Column reaching the table. Brü finished the incantation with a large clap towards the smoke, which split the large column, blowing away smoke to show a hazy outline of the elder, not clearly defined but recognizable. His left socket contained the eye, hanging there.[/b] [i]"...state your name..."[/i] [b]The Necromancer commanded the spirit in his normal whisper.[/b]
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The spirit replied in a hoarse, raspy voice, deep yet old and frail. [i]"... my name is E'entul Lee, necromancer,"[/i] The elder's spirit replied. It looked over at Cael, who had obviously stopped chanting and stood their, stone face. Rage formed in the spirit's left eye. [i]"And you... you should be the one dead, and rotting in hell, you accursed...[/i] thing[i]!"[/i] The elder's voice grew in volume, and a look of annoyance appeared on Cael's face. [i]"Be quiet, you dead old man, and do what this necromancer says before I tear the eyes out of your dead child's head and feed them to the man-eating rats.... Rat food. What all of you should have been born as."[/i] The elder fell silent, looking back at Eurrjsjsbrbru.
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Edited by BraveKinkajou14: 7/10/2017 2:54:04 AM[i]"...E'entul Lee. by the vile art of which I practice, I bind your spirit to thine own eye."[/i] [b]And with that, he plucked the eye out from the smoke, leaving it eyeless.[/b] [i]"...you cannot leave this realm till this eye is no more. I place this anchor upon you against your will, and of mine own suffering. I bind this eye to mine own, so that thou may not leave. I do this against your will and of mine own suffering."[/i] [b]He gently pulled on his eye that was hanging out, stretching the connecting tissue enough to shove the eye into his own socket, where it started swiveling of its own accord.[/b] [i]"...thou art mine now. Thou shalt answer the boy's questions or face continued existence in this realm."[/i] [b]He turned to the Cael.[/b] [i]"ask your questions"[/i]
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"yo bitch whaddup. i got dat honk kong soup up in da hooood. fam. i gotchu." cael murders eurjrjdjsbru and gets some soup for the elder end jk.
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[i]"I can create a smooth surface."[/i] Cael raised his right hand in a smooth, liquid-like motion. Moisture in the air along with water from the ground began grouping together in midair, until a massive bubble of water was formed. It began to change shape, forming a round table, before completely freezing over to become ice. The ice table sat itself down on the ground in front of the necromancer, reflecting the sun. [i]"That's sadly the best I can do. If the reflectiveness is bothersome, I can create a table of a different substance."[/i]
