Raising Hell [Storyline Post]|Naurorod
Feb 18, 2012 22:47:25 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Feb 18, 2012 22:47:25 GMT -5
Die rubbed his hands together, enjoying the giddy feeling of anticipation that swept through him. This was it. Live or die, he would open a gate to the Abyss and let the demons who dwelt there spread across the land once more. Whether they decided to enslave humanity or do a rousing song-and-dance routine on the lip of the volcano, he'd be happy. (Granted, though, he would like to see the latter at least once.)
"Sten, you know what to do," Die told him as he passed.
Sten gave a nod and moved to the back of the group. Once there, he touched his Earth sign, chanting in a low voice as he worked slowly and methodically. The path they'd taken grew rough and uneven, sharp stones jutting upward and cracks splitting the ground. It was partly to further hinder escape attempts and partly to help bolster their efforts. Sten wasn't allowing random unevenness. Here, a sharp piece of obsidian jutting from the ground was in the shape of a symbol that mystics often used to represent Retaw. There, the jagged cracks in the ground spelled out the Old Tongue word for 'water.' Over here, a group of small, sharp stones formed the outline of a Water sign.
Meanwhile, Sparton snapped his whip over their sacrifices' heads. "On your knees!" he ordered. Once the slaves had complied, many huddling together in fear, he turned to Pentarius. "Time to 'bless' them all." Honestly, whoever had decided that you blessed people in the name of Evil instead of cursing them must have had a thing for irony. "I'll make the inner circle around them; you do the outer."
He chanted to build up power, then began to walk a tight circle around the slaves, a trail of ice following him and evaporating into mist as he intoned a blessing in the Old Tongue, consecrating (desecrating) the ground and those within the circle in the name of Evil.
Weiss, meanwhile, was forming words and symbols like Sten, but in ice. He would pick a spot, point, and chant until the symbol was created. It started to melt right away, but that was all right. Even if it evaporated completely, the symbol had been made.
Cecilia accompanied Die to the imp's carriage to fetch some water-based wealth (mostly pearls and sand dollars) from one of the wagons while he tapped on the side. "Almost ready!" he called out. "After everything is dedicated to Retaw and Evil, the real fun can begin."
"Sten, you know what to do," Die told him as he passed.
Sten gave a nod and moved to the back of the group. Once there, he touched his Earth sign, chanting in a low voice as he worked slowly and methodically. The path they'd taken grew rough and uneven, sharp stones jutting upward and cracks splitting the ground. It was partly to further hinder escape attempts and partly to help bolster their efforts. Sten wasn't allowing random unevenness. Here, a sharp piece of obsidian jutting from the ground was in the shape of a symbol that mystics often used to represent Retaw. There, the jagged cracks in the ground spelled out the Old Tongue word for 'water.' Over here, a group of small, sharp stones formed the outline of a Water sign.
Meanwhile, Sparton snapped his whip over their sacrifices' heads. "On your knees!" he ordered. Once the slaves had complied, many huddling together in fear, he turned to Pentarius. "Time to 'bless' them all." Honestly, whoever had decided that you blessed people in the name of Evil instead of cursing them must have had a thing for irony. "I'll make the inner circle around them; you do the outer."
He chanted to build up power, then began to walk a tight circle around the slaves, a trail of ice following him and evaporating into mist as he intoned a blessing in the Old Tongue, consecrating (desecrating) the ground and those within the circle in the name of Evil.
Weiss, meanwhile, was forming words and symbols like Sten, but in ice. He would pick a spot, point, and chant until the symbol was created. It started to melt right away, but that was all right. Even if it evaporated completely, the symbol had been made.
Cecilia accompanied Die to the imp's carriage to fetch some water-based wealth (mostly pearls and sand dollars) from one of the wagons while he tapped on the side. "Almost ready!" he called out. "After everything is dedicated to Retaw and Evil, the real fun can begin."