Something came in. From here, to out there. The mortal plane.
Carefully putting the torch in front of him to light his way, he stepped over and ducked under the broken and shattered bricks, heading further in.
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Loreburn steps through countless layers upon layers of walls. As he climbs through the wall become more and more curved as though approaching the core of the labyrinth. The views to the sides show a very complicated maze. Whatever burst through the walls evidently didn't care about the amazing architecture of the maze.
Loreburn steps into the central chamber of the labyrinth and is struck first by be the intricately carved summoning circle on the floor. This circle employs all the hemomantic enjambments and tesselating projectorates Loreburn knows and even some he had only ever heard of. There appears to even be some Non-Mortical diaphragms carved in the outer ring of runes and those were only experimental in modern blood magick society.
The door for people who care about avoid walls is opposite the hole Loreburn steps through to enter.
Last Edit: Jun 26, 2012 12:20:43 GMT -5 by Orp Boon
By the....seven beards of Odin. Slowly, with faltering steps, he walked around the altar, breathless.
Psiahash scyneth....and these projectorates. This is...hemomancy of a grand scale. Giga...no, terathaums of power. Entire realms of power. Kes'mass Gan'osh. Is that evenpossible? How did they stabilize...oh, Mes'lock. Those clever, clever bastards. With the same mixture of horror, adoration, and hypnotizing curiosity, he knelt by the edge of the circle, running his hand over the outmost runes.
Non-Morticial. The lifeblood, straight from the source. This would have taken...years to do. He looked around, and his blood ran cold. He suppressed a shiver, and things started to click into place.
How long were they in here? Sanguia would have non-normalized temporal fluctuation...centuries could pass. Those poor...poor wretches. They came in here to create their heaven. Ended up...this ended up being their Hell.
Degree in Post-Mortem Communication, an Offical Hemomancy Conditional Practice Certificate, License to Employ Pyrokenetics, Advanced Necromantic Exception Certification, Doctorate in Soul Magics and Related Sciences, Approved Demonic Event Technician from the Board of Infernal Affairs, Practicing Curse Removal Specialist.
And your qualifications?
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
When Loreburn inspects the summoning circle he sees the two noticeable pools of dried blood. One stains the ground where the summoner would have stood to remain protected from whatever was being summoned. The other is in no place in particular. The torches in the room are the magickal kind that don't go out. Loreburn finds a scrap of paper
The name is vaguely familiar. From the vertical scripts Loreburn can tell that the being described is very powerful but still controllable. The paper smells vaguely of Oil of Vitriol, a common ingredient in summoning potions.
A faint rhythmic sound of thumping or beating can be heard far off.
Eligosias, Eligosias...where have I heard that. First Quarter Infernals? No, too powerful for freshmen.
He hesitantly sniffed the paper. Vitriol, he had a few bottles of it himself just in case. They were obviously summoning this thing. Was that all they were trying to do? He was busy pacing up and down the chamber trying to put it together before he heard the sound. His head shot up towards it, the first bits of panic setting in. Was the Infernal still here?
He stood still a moment, grabbing the torch just in case, to see if his suspicion that they were footsteps could be confirmed.
Degree in Post-Mortem Communication, an Offical Hemomancy Conditional Practice Certificate, License to Employ Pyrokenetics, Advanced Necromantic Exception Certification, Doctorate in Soul Magics and Related Sciences, Approved Demonic Event Technician from the Board of Infernal Affairs, Practicing Curse Removal Specialist.
And your qualifications?
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
But from where? He looks to the way he came in, then to the doorway on the other side.
Thump thump thump
Loreburn finally looks up and sees a leather beast descending upon him. Two pairs of powerful batlike wings push the spiked towards Loreburn from almost directly above. Glowing eyes left small trails of flame and smoke behind them. Talons like giant vulture extend towards Loreburn. It shrieks like a bat outta hell.
Hypnotized as he was by the sound, trying to figure out where it came from through the walls and many echoing surfaces of the labyrinth, he didn't quite prepare himself for the demon descending upon him.
He screamed in panic and let out a stream of rather clinical expletives. He knew a lot of things, but he didn't know how to curse properly. After a second and a half the expletives turned into curses in a long-dead language, curses that took on life of their own and solidified, gathering up the flame from the torches and gathering it into a swirling tempest of fire that turned nearly black and shot up to the massive demon in the form of Loreburn's gloved fist as the mage attempted to work the door and get out of the summoning chamber.
Degree in Post-Mortem Communication, an Offical Hemomancy Conditional Practice Certificate, License to Employ Pyrokenetics, Advanced Necromantic Exception Certification, Doctorate in Soul Magics and Related Sciences, Approved Demonic Event Technician from the Board of Infernal Affairs, Practicing Curse Removal Specialist.
And your qualifications?
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Eligosias takes a wallop of dark flaming fist to the head and neck and rolls to the side. With one powerful thrust of it's four wings, its body is righted and the infernal lands on its feet. Its talons scrape the ground as it lands and turns around to face Loreburn as he exits the summoning room.
Eligosias opens it jaws and Loreburn hears a sucking sound. The fire from the torches is drawn in streams into its mouth. When the jaws are closed again the torches are weaker and the demon's glowing eyes are brighter. The demon shuffles its four talons around on the floor in the now dim room and then pushes of with enough force to topple a building.
Even as he scrambled out of the way in the gloom, his brain worked to translate the Demonic the beast had roared. It was an old dialect, even by demonic standards; not the comparatively slang-filled "street" Demonic of the younger demons. No, this was old, static, and he was so used to speaking the younger it took him a while to work through it. Even as he slammed the door behind him he took a half-second pause, momentarily distracted long enough to let the door burn behind him, jolting him forward to run through the labyrinth. He just had to buy some time, think of a way out of this.
Degree in Post-Mortem Communication, an Offical Hemomancy Conditional Practice Certificate, License to Employ Pyrokenetics, Advanced Necromantic Exception Certification, Doctorate in Soul Magics and Related Sciences, Approved Demonic Event Technician from the Board of Infernal Affairs, Practicing Curse Removal Specialist.
And your qualifications?
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
That almost made him stop in his tracks. Danger? Was the infernal trying to warn him of something? Not all demons were the bad sort. Well, most of them were, but you came across the odd demon who just didn't care about evil enough to keep up the charade. He stopped at a turn, and panted, trying to think. After a moment, he cursed, and got his breath enough to peek around the corner, then cautiously step out and raise his hands, trying to remember the mix of younger and older Demonic and coming up with a shaky translation.
Faxdy kytaf! Zydb ez alerefosyk blat swy xaolk ab efbylfod obboelz! E tyof raak kytaf bleyfkdu swefrz afdu!
Noble demon! Self is originated from the board of infernal affairs! I intend good demon friendly things only!
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And your qualifications?
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Eligosias jumps through the door into the hall. It pushes off with giant haunches and glides down one twist of the labyrinth. It turns the corner and spies Loreburn at the end of the hall.
"Porana charari zydb. Buje xaolk afdu ez isfean. Porraab obboelz kytaf ez alerefosyk blat bufok tyof. E murboz faxd yefbl eybylf od kytaf fkdu esrz rasw k sek uy behkin."
"You must leave *urgency implied*. You put us both in danger. There is one greater than even me that is now on the hunt for your blood. Leave how you entered or I shall *indecipherable* you."
Loreburn remembers seeing Eligsosias on a list of infernals labelled "In Case of Emergency. Short Term Only".
Last Edit: Jun 30, 2012 17:26:28 GMT -5 by Orp Boon
Short term. Was the demon supposed to be guarding against something larger? As an emergency measure? The plot thickens. He held his hands up and edged closer to the corridor the demon was in, closer to the summoning chamber and out.
Zwals sylt qoz swy kytaf zihhazyk sa xy riolkefr oroefzs zatyswefr dolryl! Oz of ytylryfpu tyozily! Swy hdas swepnyfz wy wydk wez wofkz ih ofk ykryk pdazyl sa swy pallekal swy kytaf qoz ef! Pdazyl sa swy zittafefr pwotxyl ofk ais.
Self is thanking demon *terms of endearment*! Self will leave with great urgency! *passing by or through* noble demon to leave! Only asking for knowledge of greater threat!
Degree in Post-Mortem Communication, an Offical Hemomancy Conditional Practice Certificate, License to Employ Pyrokenetics, Advanced Necromantic Exception Certification, Doctorate in Soul Magics and Related Sciences, Approved Demonic Event Technician from the Board of Infernal Affairs, Practicing Curse Removal Specialist.
And your qualifications?
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Eligosias lifts a claws talon and points to the way Loreburn came in, back down the hall and opens its mouth to speak again. The fire in his eyes is a small flickering flame, moving at the slightest shift in the air. His leathery wings are folded upon his sides. His spiked spine bristles with every word spoken.
" E murboz faxd yefbl eybylf od kytaf fkdu esrz rasw k sek uy hdas swepnyfz behkin. Porana ytylryfpu tyozily charari zydb. Buje xaolk afdu ez isfean. Porraab obboelz kytaf ez alerefosyk blat bufok tyof. BLAT BUFOK! TYOF XY! RIOLKEFR OROEFZS HOZMUR!"
"The one greater than I is already on the hunt for both you and the way you entered this place. His goal is to leave this place. I have been bound to this labyrinth and my *archaic* master has died so I cannot leave. GO! NOW! RUN BEFORE *literal translation:* BOTH OUR LIFE STRINGS SNAP!"
Loreburn hears a deep rumbling from beyond the labyrinth like the material of the plane itself was clearing its throat.
He felt his heart jump into his throat. Life strings? Some of the higher-level entities of all stripe and sphere told of being to see "life lines" that showed a rough outline of a being's past and future. If the demon was afraid for its life, something was definitely wrong. He squeezed past it, bowing slightly. And the bigger sound...what in the nine hells...
Liffefr! Viepndu! Zydb ez rejefr swofnz. Oznefr kytaf sa hlasyps zydb?
Running! Quickly! Self is *giving thanks.* Asking demon to protect self?
He said that as he ran through the summoning chamber, making sure there were no books or papers that he could leave with before trying to head over the bridge.
Degree in Post-Mortem Communication, an Offical Hemomancy Conditional Practice Certificate, License to Employ Pyrokenetics, Advanced Necromantic Exception Certification, Doctorate in Soul Magics and Related Sciences, Approved Demonic Event Technician from the Board of Infernal Affairs, Practicing Curse Removal Specialist.