Are You Going To The Festival? (open)
Mar 13, 2017 13:00:46 GMT
Post by Braemara on Mar 13, 2017 13:00:46 GMT
A hearty portion of the land around Therien was now encircled by magic. Therien's shields were one barrier, moving water was the second and third, and the blood magic Braemara had been employing was the final barrier. Now all she had to do was focus the blood magic into the land, draw upon every aspect of her Art, and create something the wizards of Therien would abhor, and that would draw the eyes of every dark mage on the continent.
Braemara knelt in the general store, her earthborne undead servant hiding in the shadows, waiting to ambush any interlopers who tried to interupt her ritual.
Breaking from the rituals she had been performing, Braemara tapped into her Earth magic, the part of her Art that had given her earthborne it's rock hard skin. This time, she summoned the slow, inevitable power of the earth into her, shaping it with words foul in texture. She pulled that energy into a physical manifestation, a glowing green crystal, still pure of any of her other Arts.
Next, she gathered the bloodgem she had planted in the store earlier. She pulled it out of the magical darkness it had been sunk into. She placed it next to the earth crystal in front of her, then placed her hands on either one. For a long moment she was silent as she focused her power, letting it build within her. Then, slowly as if the power would shatter the gems, she pressed the two together. They resisted, as the magics at their core were alien to one another. She persisted, and was rewarded with the green light and the bloody currents uniting in an otherworldly glowing orb.
The next part would push the ritual towards its climax, but was the most dangerous aspect. She pulled the gem from her necklace, the one that held the spirit of her mother. The demoness writhed against her will, but Braemara bore down with all her will. When she had a tight control over the spirit within, she began to incant in the foul language again. This one was like a summoning, but rather than pulling a creature here from elsewhere, she was pulling an elsewhere here. Those versed in planar lore would begin to feel the touch of the abyssal plains intersecting with the material plane. The land between the barriers would begin to smell, then slowly change into a bog. This wouldn't be just any bog, when she was done, but would instead be a massive blood bog, a portion of the blood plains of Nexarra. The energies that emanated from it would dampen most magics except for necromancy and blood magic. Anything tinger with either of those magics would be bolstered once she was done.
But at the moment, she was still in the summoning phase, using the essence of her mother to fuel it. An interuption here could bring her back into the world.
Braemara knelt in the general store, her earthborne undead servant hiding in the shadows, waiting to ambush any interlopers who tried to interupt her ritual.
Breaking from the rituals she had been performing, Braemara tapped into her Earth magic, the part of her Art that had given her earthborne it's rock hard skin. This time, she summoned the slow, inevitable power of the earth into her, shaping it with words foul in texture. She pulled that energy into a physical manifestation, a glowing green crystal, still pure of any of her other Arts.
Next, she gathered the bloodgem she had planted in the store earlier. She pulled it out of the magical darkness it had been sunk into. She placed it next to the earth crystal in front of her, then placed her hands on either one. For a long moment she was silent as she focused her power, letting it build within her. Then, slowly as if the power would shatter the gems, she pressed the two together. They resisted, as the magics at their core were alien to one another. She persisted, and was rewarded with the green light and the bloody currents uniting in an otherworldly glowing orb.
The next part would push the ritual towards its climax, but was the most dangerous aspect. She pulled the gem from her necklace, the one that held the spirit of her mother. The demoness writhed against her will, but Braemara bore down with all her will. When she had a tight control over the spirit within, she began to incant in the foul language again. This one was like a summoning, but rather than pulling a creature here from elsewhere, she was pulling an elsewhere here. Those versed in planar lore would begin to feel the touch of the abyssal plains intersecting with the material plane. The land between the barriers would begin to smell, then slowly change into a bog. This wouldn't be just any bog, when she was done, but would instead be a massive blood bog, a portion of the blood plains of Nexarra. The energies that emanated from it would dampen most magics except for necromancy and blood magic. Anything tinger with either of those magics would be bolstered once she was done.
But at the moment, she was still in the summoning phase, using the essence of her mother to fuel it. An interuption here could bring her back into the world.