02-20-2007, 05:10 AM
There is a shift in the winds; all of the sudden, everything becomes deadly quite. Not a single bird chirps, nor does one blade of grass move, for there is nothingness, like the calm before a tornada. In an instant, all that is changed with a sharp explosion as a portal is opened. Those near the portal are thrown back quite a ways. From the deep purple tunnel steps a sorcorer. He is tall and lean, with the deepest black robes trimmed in silver and runes. His eyes are sunken in, and his voice is hoarse and dry, like brittle paper.
"Take me, to where my master rests..."
As those few guards that have not checked into the infirmary pick themselves from the ground, they recognize the Archmagi of Shadows, and kneel before him. After recivieng a slight nod fromt he Archmagi, the rise and lead him to the pavilion where Zero is kept, away from the others. The guards at the tent entrance look as if they will deny the Archmagi entry. Hands are placed on swords, and nervous eyes dart to and fro. The Archmagi pays no attention to any of them. As he opens his mouth, he breaths forth black wisps of smoke like tendrils that enter the guards nostrils and casue them to sleep deeply.
As the guards fall to the ground, the Archmagi walks to the tent entrance and turns slightly.
"No matter, what you may hear or see, none shall enter this tent after me. To do so would mean death to the one, wheter they be mortal or not."
With that being said, the Archmagi enters the tent and lets the flap drop. Chanting can be heard, starting softly, but growing ever so fiercly into a deep rumble of words.
"...Kommen Sie zu diesem Ort, die Dämonen, die heilen. Machen Sie Rückgängig, was gemacht worden ist. Stellen Sie Gleichgewicht zu dass wiederher, der upended worden ist. Eine große Gotteslästerung ist hier gemacht worden, befehle ich, dass es righted werde. Kommen Sie zu mir, unterstützen Sie mich in meiner Übung. Ich befehle Ihnen jetzt!"
From the candlelight inside the tent, shadows dance across the walls. Those on the outside, onlookers, are supprised to witness that there are no longer two people in the tent. There are now eight hunched and knarled figures that dance in a circle around the cot which Zero sleeps on. As the chanting and dancing escelates, it is brought to a sudden halt. The silence is unerving, and nothing is heard until the hoarse and cracked voice speaks again.
"Sie haben gut, Ihre Pflicht hier ist gemacht gemacht. Zerstreuen Sie!"
There are now two figures in the tent, and the one is no longer lying on the pallet, but standing tall and large over the Archmagi. There is a small conversation between them, in a language which the others do not understand. After a while, the tent flap opens, and the Archmagi steps out.
"It is done. The Lord Zero, is in full capability, and while emerge soon. However, none shall enter this tent, he will emerge in three days. To insure that he is not disturbed, I will take precaitions."
Turning back toward the tent, he raises his hand and makes a slight gesture with the fingers of his left hand, while whispering softly under his breath. The earth rumbles for a slight second, and then eight small portals open, releasing eight very large and powerfull Ifirits, who take up stances at each point of the compass.
"In three days time, the will return from whence they came, and Zero will emerge. I would highly recomend that noone try to enter the tent before that time."
The Archmagi walks shufflingly over to Venom and leans in to whisper in his ear.
"Zero understands how angry you are with the little mage, he could feel your rage. He will give you three days to bring the two back in a reasonable way. If, in three days, they are not brought back. He will summon me and my many minions.....and the little one will be punished accordingly for his treason. There is but one punishment for such an act. Three days good sire, use that time wisely."
With that being said, the Archmagi walks to the spot where he arrived at. Everyone backs away a distance out of reflex. The portal explodes open again and the Archmagi enters and the portal closes.
"Take me, to where my master rests..."
As those few guards that have not checked into the infirmary pick themselves from the ground, they recognize the Archmagi of Shadows, and kneel before him. After recivieng a slight nod fromt he Archmagi, the rise and lead him to the pavilion where Zero is kept, away from the others. The guards at the tent entrance look as if they will deny the Archmagi entry. Hands are placed on swords, and nervous eyes dart to and fro. The Archmagi pays no attention to any of them. As he opens his mouth, he breaths forth black wisps of smoke like tendrils that enter the guards nostrils and casue them to sleep deeply.
As the guards fall to the ground, the Archmagi walks to the tent entrance and turns slightly.
"No matter, what you may hear or see, none shall enter this tent after me. To do so would mean death to the one, wheter they be mortal or not."
With that being said, the Archmagi enters the tent and lets the flap drop. Chanting can be heard, starting softly, but growing ever so fiercly into a deep rumble of words.
"...Kommen Sie zu diesem Ort, die Dämonen, die heilen. Machen Sie Rückgängig, was gemacht worden ist. Stellen Sie Gleichgewicht zu dass wiederher, der upended worden ist. Eine große Gotteslästerung ist hier gemacht worden, befehle ich, dass es righted werde. Kommen Sie zu mir, unterstützen Sie mich in meiner Übung. Ich befehle Ihnen jetzt!"
From the candlelight inside the tent, shadows dance across the walls. Those on the outside, onlookers, are supprised to witness that there are no longer two people in the tent. There are now eight hunched and knarled figures that dance in a circle around the cot which Zero sleeps on. As the chanting and dancing escelates, it is brought to a sudden halt. The silence is unerving, and nothing is heard until the hoarse and cracked voice speaks again.
"Sie haben gut, Ihre Pflicht hier ist gemacht gemacht. Zerstreuen Sie!"
There are now two figures in the tent, and the one is no longer lying on the pallet, but standing tall and large over the Archmagi. There is a small conversation between them, in a language which the others do not understand. After a while, the tent flap opens, and the Archmagi steps out.
"It is done. The Lord Zero, is in full capability, and while emerge soon. However, none shall enter this tent, he will emerge in three days. To insure that he is not disturbed, I will take precaitions."
Turning back toward the tent, he raises his hand and makes a slight gesture with the fingers of his left hand, while whispering softly under his breath. The earth rumbles for a slight second, and then eight small portals open, releasing eight very large and powerfull Ifirits, who take up stances at each point of the compass.
"In three days time, the will return from whence they came, and Zero will emerge. I would highly recomend that noone try to enter the tent before that time."
The Archmagi walks shufflingly over to Venom and leans in to whisper in his ear.
"Zero understands how angry you are with the little mage, he could feel your rage. He will give you three days to bring the two back in a reasonable way. If, in three days, they are not brought back. He will summon me and my many minions.....and the little one will be punished accordingly for his treason. There is but one punishment for such an act. Three days good sire, use that time wisely."
With that being said, the Archmagi walks to the spot where he arrived at. Everyone backs away a distance out of reflex. The portal explodes open again and the Archmagi enters and the portal closes.
You can run....but you'll just die tired.
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