Tryan
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Tryan
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Otherworldly Garbage
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Otherworldly Garbage
❋ℜussel Ilun, the Dark Magician❋
He nodded in confirmation, before setting himself at the centre of the pentagram she had began inscribing into the moist loam. The moist evening air presented the possibility of rain--which would most certainly complicate matters--but the Briton would not fall back on his promise. Damnit, he'd chant alone in the rain, if need be. The pagan-based rune was inscribed in the soil and so Russel finally set the ornate, silver-toned chalice at its heart. There, he kneeled, lowering his head reverently, a solemn and remorseful expression reaching across his features--hidden though they were by the long, faint brown locks that draped past his shoulders. "In nomine, Diabvlvs et, Belial, Satan, Lvcifer, Astaroth, et Yahve. O, great, reigning infernal spirits, to whom I have offered my entire being " he spoke, "I kneel before you in humility and ask for your aid, and in recompense offer myself. Give us direction to find the half-elf maiden Meyrin, guide us, Lords of Hell and Earth!" he leveled his right thumb above the chalice. Pulling out the pocket-knife from his pocket, he slit quickly across his thumb and watched the iron-rich fluid offering settle at the bottom of the receptacle. From thence, the dark magician smeared a triangle on his forehead with the blood still viscously flowing from his oposable finger. From thence, he also coloured the celtic star pendant dangling by string round his neck. "Omni bentidoct iniquus visus luminoct dorise! Omni maximus iniquus visus bentidoct!" the dark magician began to chant, his amulet dangling and his skin taking on a black-veined hue. He repeated the above combined enchantments and looked towards his magical colleague, as if to signal that this was that this was the time to join in.((I feel the need to cite my source. I found the two sentences, two separate spells pertaining to the same goal, here, wanted to find a genuine spell and have some semblance of authenticity.))
Meyrin Hayze
Keldara Tiale Iss'nir
The sorceress beheld the scene before her, her own blood beginning to stir within her veins as the dark magician's flowed into the chalice. The spell was foreign to her, but it's magical energies were not. Her senses felt as if they were on fire; just as they had when she first discovered her innate gift. The power held within her blood was nauseating, clouding her thoughts as it awaited release. It was Russel's expectant gaze that broke her from her reverie, and immediately she joined in, as if she had heard the chant a thousand times rather than having been too distracted to even hear it once, "Omni bentidoct iniquus visus luminoct dorise! Omni maximus iniquus visus bentidoct!"
Completion of the spell would yield the results Russel had likely expected, a vision of the girl in question flooded his sight. The half-elf had clearly seen better days, but even covered in dirt and garbed in a ragged old tunic, her beauty was undeniable. The bleak environment surrounding her was far less appealing. It was a cell of some sort, fitted with a bed carved of stone for her to rest on. Though, at the moment it was a dark-elven male that sat upon it. Garbed in ebon plate armor, he clearly wasn't another prisoner here. Meyrin sat on the floor across the small cell, talking to him, though her words could not be heard. A moment later, he stood and made his exit: and she saw him out as if the cell had been her home in which he was a guest. At first it might have seemed that his vision would fail to actually provide a location in which to find the girl, but the dark magician would quickly realize once the male had left the scene that something was etched into the bed, 'Darien Engrad.' It wasn't a bed at all - it was a coffin, and she was being held in some sort of crypt or mausoleum.
When his vision returned to him, the dark magician would find himself back in the center of the pentagram where they had conducted the ritual. Whether or not any time had passed during his vision would be difficult to tell, but a quick scan of the scene would inform him that wasn't the biggest issue on his hands right now. The sorceress with crimson hair that matched that of the beautiful half-elf was lying on the ground next to the pagan symbol. The slow rise and fall of her chest showed that she was simply unconscious, but why? The ritual wasn't supposed to affect her in any way. What could have possibly gone wrong?
...ACHT ALTIUIRI DI KORINTH!
....((heh, I reference D&D for pretty much all my abilities and stuff >.< big nerd here.))
Tryan
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Meanwhile, the creature continued to putter around behind the bar, generally causing trouble and making messes, at least, he intended to anyway. That only lasted for a few minutes though. He was mid-attempt to get into a bottle of rum when his toes began to tingle. Dropping the bottle with a loud clank of the thick glass on the hard floor, he brought his head up and looked about as if looking for something. A ringing sound filled his head and a sharp zing set his bones to vibrating like a struck xylophone key. Ears flattened back against his skull, he dropped into a crouch with a growl. His coat was plastered slick against his body and his wings tucked in as tight as he could get them as a twitch started in his left shoulder, accompanied a moment later by on in his back. In moments his skin was crawling, his muscles rippling under fur and feather with a flood of disorganized twitching. With the last of his strength, while he still had the presence of mind, he went to the farthest corner behind the bar and curled up tight. Drawing up a wing, he tucked his head away under it and waited for the seizure to come on. It would all be over when the magic was good and done with, but he would still be there, semi-conscious at best as his muscles jumped and twitched here and there discharging the excess energy.
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