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Post by Situation on May 20, 2009 23:18:14 GMT -5
::In the dank dark chamber beneath the school, that place of ancient pacts and copy-right infringements, a sharp light washes the room as a gateway opens and expels something vile from its portal before closing.::
::On the ground, a pathetic looking wretch of a man lays on the ground before stirring, crawling on his hands and knees. He coughs and gags, the sound of liquid expelling from his lungs onto the stone floor beneath him. With strained breaths, he raises a hand and a fire spell shoots forth, igniting the oil basin, illuminating the stone room.::
::In the center of the room, sits the man on his knees, soaked with water and smelling faintly of the sea. He's dressed in a white button down shirt, blood stained, and with simple slacks. Off his face dance the flickers of fire, reflecting from the cracked reading glasses.::
Hag and Wolf! Come forth... you sorry bags of flesh and fur! *cough* Show yourselves!
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Post by Guinevere on May 21, 2009 0:17:39 GMT -5
::The two demons emerge from the still unlit corner of the room. One wouldn't think these demons capable of cowering, but there they are warily stepping further into the firelight. As always, the reptilian hag is the spokesperson::
Hag: Lord August, what a surprise. Care for some........ tea?
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Post by August Krasnow on May 21, 2009 0:26:19 GMT -5
::Staggering to his feet, soaked to the brim and a look and air about him of pure anger and frustration, he looks to the Hag with tired and frustrated eyes. His eyes appearing ablaze with the fires reflecting off the lenses of his glasses.::
::August steps forward toward the Hag, then strikes her across the face with the back of his hand.::
Tea!? Tea! That is all you have to say is 'Care for some tea?', for that I should banish you to a more hellish existence then this forsaken stink hole!
::With an exhausted sigh, August collapses into the alter, his arms outstretched to keep him upright.::
How long? How long since the betrayal by that W'hore of Babylon?
((Sleeper!? It's a proper biblical term for pete's sake.))
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Post by Guinevere on May 21, 2009 0:29:35 GMT -5
::The hag holds her writhing fingers to the side of her face::
Hag: We're not sure. But shortly after their marriage, the Witch of Storms became with child. That child is now five years of age. Perhaps a year more than his life then.
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Post by August Krasnow on May 21, 2009 0:37:55 GMT -5
::With a gape in his shocked mouth, August turns his head to the Hag.::
With child? That... THING? It breed?
::He raises his hand to his face to massage the bridge of his nose and adjust the glasses.::
Well... if your acute powers of observation haven't already told you, the pact worked. Another twist of the tourniquet around my already dead neck, but I've survived for now.
::With a tired sigh, August slips from the alter to stand and walk, circling around the room.::
Six years or more and to my recollection it hasn't been more then a moment since my death in that cold, wet ocean.
::He starts to talk in a laugh::
Then she's weak, all of them. Rested so long, vulnerable... and what of that W'hore? Is she still in this wretched plane?
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Post by Guinevere on May 21, 2009 0:41:23 GMT -5
Hag: She must be. Or else we would have returned to Freya. Our pact with her holds us here, so she must yet live. But we have waited and she has not returned to the meeting place.
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Post by August Krasnow on May 21, 2009 0:50:08 GMT -5
::August nods::
Good... good, yes I remember now. My head still swims with time and space... it seems, but it's all rushing back to me.
::August stops and raises his hand, sweeping over the circular room.::
Why here? Why was I spit out here... now? What is happening that I should be yanked back at this place in time, tell Hag that you're not so isolated in this stone prison you cannot tell me that?
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Post by Guinevere on May 21, 2009 0:55:14 GMT -5
(OOC: So it seems your interest has shifted from The Book of the Twilight to the GEM)
Wolf: Perhaps it has something to do with the girl.
Hag: Oh yes, the girl. The girl and another crept into this place late one night, lost sheep straying from the flock. They intended to harm us, but knew not with what they were meddling. Their deaths were certain, but... she vanished. A power like that of portal magic must have been used for her to escape. But she must not know about it, or else she would have used it earlier. Perhaps the leftover energy created a rift for you to travel back to.
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Post by August Krasnow on May 21, 2009 1:03:24 GMT -5
((Maybe, maybe not))
::August is silent for a moment as he ponders this new revelation.::
An unusual portal magic and a little girl? Curious... and yes... could explain why I should be vomited out here. What of the other, what was his story?
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Post by Guinevere on May 21, 2009 1:07:05 GMT -5
Hag: A burmecian with powerful thunder magic that he cannot control. He is young and pig-headed like all mortal men of that age, hard to crack but easy to sway.
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Post by August Krasnow on May 21, 2009 1:17:38 GMT -5
Wait...
::August sighs with disgust.::
That one... the one I expelled from this place all those years ago. What brings him back here? Well, whatever... are they still here? What is the girls story?
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Post by Lillith on May 21, 2009 1:25:57 GMT -5
Hag: She is like us. She is not of this world. She has no home. She is a wanderer. The Witch of Storms has taken her under her wing.
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Post by August Krasnow on May 21, 2009 1:36:30 GMT -5
::August chuckles under his breath at the thought of how everything all just happened to come together to so neatly, right above his head.::
This is just too easy, my wicked friends, all too easy. Something beacons me back here and someone here is the siren caller... so cold.
::He approaches the fires and wrings his hands, trying to warm himself but finds it mostly fruitless.:: Cruse this horrid pact, that is not dead but can eternal lie. The warmth fails me.
::He runs his hand through the fire, the flames lick but do not burn nor illicit any pain or reaction.::
This flesh is a corpse... but I suppose even with strange aeons, even death may die.
::He turns back around, and despite how the cold penetrates him, his clothes appear drier.::
I need them back here... or... can you do me a tiny favor with that cursed magic of yours?
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Post by Iole on May 21, 2009 1:42:00 GMT -5
(OOC: Hmm now this is something I don't remember. Who did he make this pact with?)
Hag: Name it my lord. Until our Lady of Webs returns, we are yours to command.
::Though they both appear wary, they also seem excited to finally have something to do with their wretched existences::
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Post by August Krasnow on May 21, 2009 1:46:48 GMT -5
::August grins that most unnerving grin, blaring those cold white teeth of his in a sinister sneer.::
Excellent, that is exactly what I was hoping you would say. So here's the plan, I need to get up there - but, I'd stand out like a wolf among lambs. I need something to... blend in, I'm hoping this won't be something too above you?
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Post by Iole on May 21, 2009 1:53:32 GMT -5
::The Hag grins::
Hag: You insult me my lord. A simple glamor would do the trick.
::She sets about running her boneless reptilian fingers down the man's arms and soon down his legs. She touches every inch of his body with her writhing appendages, and as she does his body starts to change. He feels nothing different however, as a glamor is a mere illusion, bending and manipulating light and shadows to create a new appearance::
That should work. What do you think? Perhaps a little too boyish?
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Post by August Krasnow on May 21, 2009 1:58:11 GMT -5
:;August inspects his arms, chest and legs, then draws forth his shattered dagger, using the reflecting surface of the blade to gaze at his face.::
Oh my, I look so filled with 'life'. Brings me back to my school days, truly is a new hell I've been brought into... you better hope this fools Lillith or we're all in for a fate worse then never ending death.
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Post by Iole on May 21, 2009 2:01:48 GMT -5
::The Hag and the wolf exchange glances::
Hag: That's the snag. Be warned that the Witch of Storms knows we are here. Unable to kill us, she's chosen to seal us off instead. You are exempt, but be wary. These six years have only served to sharpen her senses. If you are careless, she will sense the spell and in turn your true nature.
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Post by August Krasnow on May 21, 2009 2:11:32 GMT -5
Then I'll just have to be extra careful, won't I?
::August adjusts himself, taking one last look at his reflection in the mirrored blade.::
Wait for me, I'll return in the nights and if this goes well... then I'll see what I can do to remove your bindings to this place.
::He slides the blade into his belt, it disappearing under the illusion.::
I'm assuming the exit is where it always been? So taa-taa for now.
::August turns and departs the chamber, making for the stairs and the secret door, its seal broken, he finds it easy to slip out.::
My the place has changed.
::He says with a grin as he walks into the hall of the school, gazing all around.::
Come out, come out little ones. It's time to play.
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