Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Feb 21, 2004 2:36:11 GMT
*As the flame sword plunges into the forge, it begins to shine even brighter than it did before, and everyone in the area must shield their eyes. Hordriss, however, strides forward, and declaims*
Submitte excidio, telum tenebrarum. Immolamus corpum tuum!
*For a moment, the molten metal that was once Frightknight's sword tries to rise from the forge, then chains of burning gold wrap around it an pin it to the forge, transformed into a giant anvil. Hordriss steps forward, a hammer appearing in his hands in a flash of energy.*
*Bloodfang's voice echoes through the air*
Bloodfang: You can never destroy us, creator! We... I am destruction incarnate.
Hordriss: One does not seek to destroy, one seeks to re-create.
Bloodfang: Another weapon? Pah! Another tool of destruction.
Hordriss: No, Bloodfang. Tell me, what do you see here?
Bloodfang: Nothing but a straggling band of half-wits...
Hordriss: Exactly. All you see is us, individually. But we are more than that, we are united!
*Hordriss brings down the hammer on the white hot metal, the heat doesn't seem to affect him at all.*
Hordriss: Look at us, a learned ogre
*Strike*
A half-feral, half-mystical woman
*Strike*
An undead monk
*Strike*
A soldier of fortune.
*Strike*
An other-worldly archmage.
*Strike*
An inhuman hobo magician.
*Strike*
An an old, old wizard who has been through so many changes of heart.
*Strike*
And yet we are unified, we are together. In the name of unity, I purify this world of your taint.
*Then with one voice, all of the seven, even FrightKnight who remains unconscious, even the Ringmaster behind his shield and Strange outside the circle, feel the final words of the ritual rise to their lips, and the cry with one voice:
[glow=red,2,300]Nunc, i! Sitis tuus semper exstinctus est![/glow]
*The beam of light that shoots into the sky can be seen for miles around, whilst the cry of pain, which can only be heard inside the circle, with its thousand echoes of desperate, hideous pain, will remain with the hearers for the rest of their lives. There is a great hiss, like a queching water, and clouds of steam billow out from the Forge.*
*When the steam clears, the circle, the Forge, and the blade are all gone. The group stand at the centre of a charred circle of waste ground in the forest, despite this they are unharmed. In the very centre stands Hordriss, holding aloft the new sword which he has forged from the Bloodfang's vessel. It is undecorated, but shines with a pristine, pure gleam. Gently, he places it next to the unconscious FrightKnight.*
He was promised a new sword and shall have it, but this one was formed of all of us, of the purity which came in the wake of the expulsion of our evils. It is called 'Unity'.
*Hordriss then steps back, and seems to stumble a little. He regains his composure, but suddenly looks very old indeed, not the imposing figure he was a few minutes ago.*
Thankyou for seeing to FrightKnight's wounds, he once worked for an enemy, but on this occasion he was a friend. One would... see to your wrist too Ursuala, one recalls that it was broken in the Dream world, it may have had an effect here.
*Turns to them all.*
Thank you, my friends, you have honoured me, and helped me to purge my guilt. One gives honour in return.
*He bows.... and slumps to the ground.*
[OOC: Thanks guys, great story!
Can someone convey Hordriss to his room at the Inn? He's going to need a lot of rest, essentially he'll stay there until I want to use him again, so if you need to talk he'll be there, but weak and with less power for a while.
Oh, and note to reps, you can decide if 'Unity' gains any special powers from its forging, or whether it remains symbolic.]
Submitte excidio, telum tenebrarum. Immolamus corpum tuum!
*For a moment, the molten metal that was once Frightknight's sword tries to rise from the forge, then chains of burning gold wrap around it an pin it to the forge, transformed into a giant anvil. Hordriss steps forward, a hammer appearing in his hands in a flash of energy.*
*Bloodfang's voice echoes through the air*
Bloodfang: You can never destroy us, creator! We... I am destruction incarnate.
Hordriss: One does not seek to destroy, one seeks to re-create.
Bloodfang: Another weapon? Pah! Another tool of destruction.
Hordriss: No, Bloodfang. Tell me, what do you see here?
Bloodfang: Nothing but a straggling band of half-wits...
Hordriss: Exactly. All you see is us, individually. But we are more than that, we are united!
*Hordriss brings down the hammer on the white hot metal, the heat doesn't seem to affect him at all.*
Hordriss: Look at us, a learned ogre
*Strike*
A half-feral, half-mystical woman
*Strike*
An undead monk
*Strike*
A soldier of fortune.
*Strike*
An other-worldly archmage.
*Strike*
An inhuman hobo magician.
*Strike*
An an old, old wizard who has been through so many changes of heart.
*Strike*
And yet we are unified, we are together. In the name of unity, I purify this world of your taint.
*Then with one voice, all of the seven, even FrightKnight who remains unconscious, even the Ringmaster behind his shield and Strange outside the circle, feel the final words of the ritual rise to their lips, and the cry with one voice:
[glow=red,2,300]Nunc, i! Sitis tuus semper exstinctus est![/glow]
*The beam of light that shoots into the sky can be seen for miles around, whilst the cry of pain, which can only be heard inside the circle, with its thousand echoes of desperate, hideous pain, will remain with the hearers for the rest of their lives. There is a great hiss, like a queching water, and clouds of steam billow out from the Forge.*
*When the steam clears, the circle, the Forge, and the blade are all gone. The group stand at the centre of a charred circle of waste ground in the forest, despite this they are unharmed. In the very centre stands Hordriss, holding aloft the new sword which he has forged from the Bloodfang's vessel. It is undecorated, but shines with a pristine, pure gleam. Gently, he places it next to the unconscious FrightKnight.*
He was promised a new sword and shall have it, but this one was formed of all of us, of the purity which came in the wake of the expulsion of our evils. It is called 'Unity'.
*Hordriss then steps back, and seems to stumble a little. He regains his composure, but suddenly looks very old indeed, not the imposing figure he was a few minutes ago.*
Thankyou for seeing to FrightKnight's wounds, he once worked for an enemy, but on this occasion he was a friend. One would... see to your wrist too Ursuala, one recalls that it was broken in the Dream world, it may have had an effect here.
*Turns to them all.*
Thank you, my friends, you have honoured me, and helped me to purge my guilt. One gives honour in return.
*He bows.... and slumps to the ground.*
[OOC: Thanks guys, great story!
Can someone convey Hordriss to his room at the Inn? He's going to need a lot of rest, essentially he'll stay there until I want to use him again, so if you need to talk he'll be there, but weak and with less power for a while.
Oh, and note to reps, you can decide if 'Unity' gains any special powers from its forging, or whether it remains symbolic.]