Post by Cpt Micha on May 1, 2008 18:23:43 GMT -5
*Vincent had gotten the supplies in Stonewater. Strangely enough no one asked him what was in the box and that was perhaps just as well... or should he say boxes and bags. They figured it was clothing and the like. After all he did not quite fully move into the city yet. *
*He moved to somewhere he knew would be secluded away from everyone's prying eyes. He just hoped he had the time to pull the ritual off and do it before anyone could come to get him into trouble. He began tracing out the circle with the bone dust. He was underground, and in a half buried building deep in the southern Incarnum garden.*
*Next came the candles which were laced with all kinds of scents. Not too many of them pleasent. He lit them. He shivvered as he thought about what he was going to do in the very near future. He laid out the scrolls.. in proper order and sequence. Some part of him told him to stop... that this was going to cost him far too much.*
*It was wrong on so many levels that he was to do this. Or that hell he was even considering it. But it was the only way he could think of honestly to gaurantee Justarean would not be harming anyone again ever. Not in this plane, or any other. He opened the boxes and began placing the various fetishes in their proper places along the border of the circle... *
*Next came the last box... Which he opened reached in and quickly grasped what was inside. It was a small demon an Imp specifically or had been reduced to one anyways... It pleaded with him to release it from this prison.. this binding... great rewards and all that.. Vincent threw it into the circle. Which he closed right after it was thrown in.*
*It started shouting he could not do this to it! He was one of the good guys! Right? Right? Vincent did not let any doubts show to the creature. It could not escape the circle.. it knew it's fate. And then he began the chanting of the first scroll... Hideous unnatural magiks coursed into the room and around him.. through him and from him alike. It horrified him to know some part of him was naturally capable of this kind of magic.*
*The Imp began to cry and scream for mercy.... what ever Vincent was feeling must have been immensely worse for the pathetic creature. He felt wicked inside just for casting it..and despite how much he was loathing this... some part of him begged to continue. *
*Vincent began the second series of chants... he had started when morning had come.. More power coursed into the room and he could faintly hear the screams of the Lost and Damned now ringing in his ears.. Whispers and promises of abundant power if only he would use it to free them.... Help them..*
*The imp began to howl in pain that was far louder than it should have been, and it's body began to convulse. It was mid after noon now. *
*Sweating from head to toe from the effort of it all, the Imp was no longer able to scream in pain.. the sheer agony it was experiencing prevented it from being able to scream anymore.. It's body was a twisted mishapen thing. Vincent tried very hard to not pay attention to the creature's sorry state. The magic in the air was stale, and decayed. Just being near it made him feel unclean. *
*It was late evening.. the sun's last rays flicked over the earth and the city... and then faded... He began the last scroll. The whispers were chants in their own right attempting to screw him up, force him to mis pronounce the wrong word or any word in the scroll. He was tired... weak... hurting. He could barely see straight. He uttered Justarean's name and the Imp exploded in a wash of blood and final eternal agony as it's essence was ripped asunder... But what Vincent did not know.. he did not pronounce Justarean's name correctly within the language of dark magic. Too much of his personal hate had crept into that one word. *
*The circle shattered suddenly and the wash of dark power flooded the room and flung Vincent head first into the wall. Familiar laughter came just as he surrendered consciousness and a vast dark wisp of a being arose in the center of the room. Who then promptly sucked the energy out of the room. There was so much dark power, that it could not even take it all in.. so it channeled it into the earth.. calling for the spirits of the Lost and Damned.. and they came.. now -his- true soldiers. And the bard was not breathing... * "A pity Vincent Aradaine. I had hoped to kill you myself... not on accident."
*And then it and it's minions rose through the roof of the building and up into the ground and began rampaging out into the night... *
*He moved to somewhere he knew would be secluded away from everyone's prying eyes. He just hoped he had the time to pull the ritual off and do it before anyone could come to get him into trouble. He began tracing out the circle with the bone dust. He was underground, and in a half buried building deep in the southern Incarnum garden.*
*Next came the candles which were laced with all kinds of scents. Not too many of them pleasent. He lit them. He shivvered as he thought about what he was going to do in the very near future. He laid out the scrolls.. in proper order and sequence. Some part of him told him to stop... that this was going to cost him far too much.*
*It was wrong on so many levels that he was to do this. Or that hell he was even considering it. But it was the only way he could think of honestly to gaurantee Justarean would not be harming anyone again ever. Not in this plane, or any other. He opened the boxes and began placing the various fetishes in their proper places along the border of the circle... *
*Next came the last box... Which he opened reached in and quickly grasped what was inside. It was a small demon an Imp specifically or had been reduced to one anyways... It pleaded with him to release it from this prison.. this binding... great rewards and all that.. Vincent threw it into the circle. Which he closed right after it was thrown in.*
*It started shouting he could not do this to it! He was one of the good guys! Right? Right? Vincent did not let any doubts show to the creature. It could not escape the circle.. it knew it's fate. And then he began the chanting of the first scroll... Hideous unnatural magiks coursed into the room and around him.. through him and from him alike. It horrified him to know some part of him was naturally capable of this kind of magic.*
*The Imp began to cry and scream for mercy.... what ever Vincent was feeling must have been immensely worse for the pathetic creature. He felt wicked inside just for casting it..and despite how much he was loathing this... some part of him begged to continue. *
*Vincent began the second series of chants... he had started when morning had come.. More power coursed into the room and he could faintly hear the screams of the Lost and Damned now ringing in his ears.. Whispers and promises of abundant power if only he would use it to free them.... Help them..*
*The imp began to howl in pain that was far louder than it should have been, and it's body began to convulse. It was mid after noon now. *
*Sweating from head to toe from the effort of it all, the Imp was no longer able to scream in pain.. the sheer agony it was experiencing prevented it from being able to scream anymore.. It's body was a twisted mishapen thing. Vincent tried very hard to not pay attention to the creature's sorry state. The magic in the air was stale, and decayed. Just being near it made him feel unclean. *
*It was late evening.. the sun's last rays flicked over the earth and the city... and then faded... He began the last scroll. The whispers were chants in their own right attempting to screw him up, force him to mis pronounce the wrong word or any word in the scroll. He was tired... weak... hurting. He could barely see straight. He uttered Justarean's name and the Imp exploded in a wash of blood and final eternal agony as it's essence was ripped asunder... But what Vincent did not know.. he did not pronounce Justarean's name correctly within the language of dark magic. Too much of his personal hate had crept into that one word. *
*The circle shattered suddenly and the wash of dark power flooded the room and flung Vincent head first into the wall. Familiar laughter came just as he surrendered consciousness and a vast dark wisp of a being arose in the center of the room. Who then promptly sucked the energy out of the room. There was so much dark power, that it could not even take it all in.. so it channeled it into the earth.. calling for the spirits of the Lost and Damned.. and they came.. now -his- true soldiers. And the bard was not breathing... * "A pity Vincent Aradaine. I had hoped to kill you myself... not on accident."
*And then it and it's minions rose through the roof of the building and up into the ground and began rampaging out into the night... *