Ceinwyn ab'Arawn
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 Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 9:55 pm Post subject: A Circle Closed |
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It had taken her long hours to remove every enchantment from every brick she had placed by hand in the building. Whispered murmurs spoken soothingly, gently, almost as a mother to a child. The Sepulcher was her creation, she'd given it glorious life, and now she traced each brick reverently as she stole back that life. Silently, but for her softened tones, she stole along each inch of stone taking back the power into herself from the sentient building. With each removed runic enchantment, she felt herself growing stronger, more whole, and felt the building expiring little by little. Such torment exacted no small amount of emotion from her, and as treacherous fluid dared to emerge from her eyes it froze immediately, lending her cheeks a crystalline appearance.
A final whisper and then complete silence. No soft breathing creaked forth from the walls. No rocking of the foundation in welcome. The doors would not open and close of their own to allow her passage. The dead walls would no longer give her egress into the Umbra, nor feed from sacrifices offered. It was done, this most gruelling part of her "penance". She'd left the empty husk of the once Sepulcher in Bailos' trusted hands. It mattered not what happened next, the Sepulcher was dead, and with it had gone but another fragment of her.
| Quote: | When the last drops of power were extracted, Bailos draws his arms inward and inhales deeply, focusing his own energies for the task at hand. He begins his declaration aloud;
"These bricks belong to the earth."
With his first words, the foundation beneath the Sepulcher begins to crack and heave. A soft rumbling can be heard, deep beneath the structure and the nearby wildlife scurries away for cover. Crackling energy begins to flow down from the Wraith Lord in arcs.
"This mortar and wood belongs to the earth."
His next verse causes the rumbling to grow louder as the foundation is split several ways, the walls of the Sepulcher now begin to quake and buckle while Bailos ascends further into the air.
"This earth belongs to me."
The large crevice cracks and splits up the walls of the building as the windows and doors shatter and break. The power within Bailos now begins to undenyiably exert itself on the ground below. A pillar of dark energy bursts forth, skyward.
"And I...belong to Oblivion!"
With his final words the building gives way and it swallowed by the ground below it! Bailos comes hurdling earthbound as the structure implodes with entropic energies leaping off, enveloping the scene. The dust is kicked outward and little else can be heard or seen save for the deafening display. The air finally settles, the wind still silent. Standing atop the upturned earth is Bailos. Hands at his sides, the Wraith Lord walks back to the clearing, bare feet and all, still pulsing with the raw power he just brought to bear.
"From these ashes and ruins I will build. My Will made manifest, I shall raise the Sundered Hill from the depths of Hell itself. They will look upon my works and despair. They will look upon my works and abandon their hopes to the indomitable will of Oblivion! Tremble mortals!" |
A cold gaze cast upon broken soil and rubble. The remains of the once Sepulcher. It signified many things, the end of an era, the beginning of a new age of darkness. Had she herself not prophesized it?
Now, she was offered the honor of placing the first brick of the rebuilt Charnel Hill. She took the cold slab from Bailos and held it close in contemplation. She cast a vengeful glance about the plot of ruined dirt. Her first instinct was to place a curse upon this most wretched and despised stone, but in the end, she simply chose a corner of the land and deposited the brick with a blessing. Who knew who would inherit the land in the distant future? She would not have her own curse returning to bite allies in the rear.
With the placing of the stone, came apathy. There would be another Sepulcher someplace else in time. Let Charnel Hill be raised once more, what mattered anything now?
So many years ago and also so much pain. She had been a different person then.
A different person, indeed. Now, she stood once more before her old home, staff in hand. Casting a studious gaze over the hill, she made mental notes about the structure and sought out any weakness that time, weather, or neglect may have effected. Then, closing her eyes, she searched with her mind for that first cornerstone. Its soft thrumming pulse of energy told her all that she needed to know. She opened her eyes with a gentle smile.
Vines clung to the sides of Charnel Hill. Even here was life. It was not a teeming forest, but it was enough.
"Be thee strong, " she softly coaxed.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. Soon, though, the rustle of stirring leaves could be heard. As if the plants themselves were awakening from some long slumber. The vines thickened, pulling energy for growth from somewhere deep in the soil. They reached like grasping fingers, pushing forward into the mortar between the stones and burrowing into the hill. After several seconds, they became still, their energy spent for now.
"Sleep," Ceinwyn whispered, "We will continue again tomorrow."
She was surprised by just how much life was still left in the soil. Her command had even stirred the grass to spread and now the hill resembled some mossy knoll. It was a beginning.
She had come home and another circle was complete. |
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