Post by silverlaine on Sept 10, 2015 7:40:40 GMT -6
Ashleigh Van Carter
Power...it came to him as naturally as breathing to a human..and his power was returning as an astronomical rate. In no small part due to the now empty village of Higrismal..a city of lifeless husks..burning in a roaring blaze of fire. The only survivor..a maddened woman, driven crazy by the sights she had seen now 30 minutes ago..of the mysterious traveller, drinking the blood of the villagers. Left alive..she was given a message to remember: "I leave you alive..so that you may spread the word..word of my return, woman" Her hands clutching onto the roots of her hair..and even violently pulling some out..the woman screamed a blood curdling scream while staring at the remnants of the massacre. Buildings burned..the smell of burning flesh, wafting upwards into the still night air. She would never forget..the cries of the villagers..nor the sight of several villagers swallowed whole into large, bloodred crystals. As far as she knew..the God of Death had visited the once humble village.
Even with the short delay in his trip from the feeding..he felt he was making good time. Time..an old friend and ally of his, something he had plenty of now that he had awoken from the slumber. Time..it moved slow..if at all, in his presence..and his goal was the only thing now on his mind after the horrendous feeding. He had to reach there..the one place where he could fully accumulate his returning power. However, even reaching there..he'd have to fashion himself a safe haven from intruders and those that would eventually seek his demise. Thus why it was imperative for him to recover his strength..to fashion himself a haven, he'd need to expend much of what had returned, and afterwards..he'd have to rest, to drink in the Aethyr..the magical source of his power. Though alone..he felt the solace and solitude as much a companion as a flesh and blood being..then again, he did have his own form of company. Three beautiful, lusterous gems..hovering around him and lulling the night with their soft, harmonic hymns. A solid white crystal..perhaps illuminating the night the strongest..hovered inches behind him left shoulder. Behind his right shoulder..a stunningly perfect sapphire, with smaller 'chips' of sapphire orbiting around the larger one..and finally, a bloodred ruby crystal, spiraling in circles around his torso. However..from that ruby..came the muffled and muted cries of numerous unknown sources from within..one might've sworn, they heard banging on the side of the precious gem.
Days had passed..but for one of immortal blood..it felt like an eternity. Stopping every so often to indulge in the sweet, succulent taste of vitae from various wenches and strong bodied lads..nevertheless..he found himself at his destined location: The sight of the old war..where countless thousands of soldiers, buried underneath time forgotten dust and sands..where the main onslaught of the Saluthi Wars were fought galliantly. Standing out in the middle of that field, glancing about as though..remembering..the old vampyre merely sighed softly. "The end of it all..is where the new beginning will start" he'd state, as though to a crowd of onlookers. A hand lightly rubbed on the delicate gemstone dangling around his neck..and that was when..the world creaked an groaned. From what..it was the entirety of magic itself..and he was tapping into that very power. A siphon..a magical sieve..as Aethyr from the surrounding areas, began to pull towards the spot where he stood..his free hand, raising to chest level, the palm upwards..his pointer finger, moving in circles, dancing to a tune all its own. The ground underneath him began to split and crack..vents of supernatural energies, streamed blue and black in vibrant streams of energy..began to bellow from those cracks. The blood soiled ground..was moving to his whim..and as a seemingly meteor sized crack opened..a multitude of gemstones, vibrant in various colored hues and luster..began sprouting upwards, like the root system of a tree, branching outwards while growing upwards, joining into each other. Both hands were now being used..his hand gestures, very much reminiscient of a maestro at an opera..waving about to his own rhythm..the hymn of the crystals.
Crystalline vein-like roots pulsed as they'd sink into the ground and bury themselves, spreading outwards in a complete circle from the originating point..a literal network of crystal that was the very lifeblood of his word. Siphoning Aethyr from the surrounding area and powering those roots..his creation, growing at a moderate pace..as thousands..perhaps millions..of precious gemstones merged and grew upwards, twisting, gnarling around the 'core' interior of the crystalline tree. As tall as any mountain..the canopy of crystal that was the treetop..spreading outwards across the sky, seemingly dotting out the night sky entirely with lusterous, glimmering beauty. It was..a gigantic crystalline tree...and he alone erected such a marvel, using his knowledge of crystalline magics as well as elemental.
"Quaint..how the blood of the slaughtered..always makes the best fertilizer" He'd state to himself, and though he didn't appear it..such a feat, had drawn much out of him. "Perhaps I should've waited until I was stronger.." he'd whisper while walking towards the thick, luminous husk of the tree. ~No..this couldn't wait..it was necessary~ he thought to himself while touching upon the crystalline bark..from his touch, a waving ripple eminated, his hand passing through..and soon, the rest of him would as well. Though..halfway through the only entry way into his new tower..he'd look over his shoulder and squint. Red flickered within his eyes..as ethereal spirits began to converge. "Rise..old soldiers of a long dead philosophy. Rise..and protect this tower" Those very ethereal spirits..delved into the ground..and as the area shook and trembled..skeletal hands began to burst free from underneath the ground..those hands though, beginning to undergo reverse mortification..where once was only bones..muscles, sinew and skin began to slowly 'stitch' back onto the now unearthed army..so brutally awoken from eternal slumber.
Within the tower..amidst the heart of the tree..he'd lay upon a branch. "Now..to recover my strength..and prepare. Surely..there will be those who sense my awakening..my magic..and will come"
Power...it came to him as naturally as breathing to a human..and his power was returning as an astronomical rate. In no small part due to the now empty village of Higrismal..a city of lifeless husks..burning in a roaring blaze of fire. The only survivor..a maddened woman, driven crazy by the sights she had seen now 30 minutes ago..of the mysterious traveller, drinking the blood of the villagers. Left alive..she was given a message to remember: "I leave you alive..so that you may spread the word..word of my return, woman" Her hands clutching onto the roots of her hair..and even violently pulling some out..the woman screamed a blood curdling scream while staring at the remnants of the massacre. Buildings burned..the smell of burning flesh, wafting upwards into the still night air. She would never forget..the cries of the villagers..nor the sight of several villagers swallowed whole into large, bloodred crystals. As far as she knew..the God of Death had visited the once humble village.
Even with the short delay in his trip from the feeding..he felt he was making good time. Time..an old friend and ally of his, something he had plenty of now that he had awoken from the slumber. Time..it moved slow..if at all, in his presence..and his goal was the only thing now on his mind after the horrendous feeding. He had to reach there..the one place where he could fully accumulate his returning power. However, even reaching there..he'd have to fashion himself a safe haven from intruders and those that would eventually seek his demise. Thus why it was imperative for him to recover his strength..to fashion himself a haven, he'd need to expend much of what had returned, and afterwards..he'd have to rest, to drink in the Aethyr..the magical source of his power. Though alone..he felt the solace and solitude as much a companion as a flesh and blood being..then again, he did have his own form of company. Three beautiful, lusterous gems..hovering around him and lulling the night with their soft, harmonic hymns. A solid white crystal..perhaps illuminating the night the strongest..hovered inches behind him left shoulder. Behind his right shoulder..a stunningly perfect sapphire, with smaller 'chips' of sapphire orbiting around the larger one..and finally, a bloodred ruby crystal, spiraling in circles around his torso. However..from that ruby..came the muffled and muted cries of numerous unknown sources from within..one might've sworn, they heard banging on the side of the precious gem.
Days had passed..but for one of immortal blood..it felt like an eternity. Stopping every so often to indulge in the sweet, succulent taste of vitae from various wenches and strong bodied lads..nevertheless..he found himself at his destined location: The sight of the old war..where countless thousands of soldiers, buried underneath time forgotten dust and sands..where the main onslaught of the Saluthi Wars were fought galliantly. Standing out in the middle of that field, glancing about as though..remembering..the old vampyre merely sighed softly. "The end of it all..is where the new beginning will start" he'd state, as though to a crowd of onlookers. A hand lightly rubbed on the delicate gemstone dangling around his neck..and that was when..the world creaked an groaned. From what..it was the entirety of magic itself..and he was tapping into that very power. A siphon..a magical sieve..as Aethyr from the surrounding areas, began to pull towards the spot where he stood..his free hand, raising to chest level, the palm upwards..his pointer finger, moving in circles, dancing to a tune all its own. The ground underneath him began to split and crack..vents of supernatural energies, streamed blue and black in vibrant streams of energy..began to bellow from those cracks. The blood soiled ground..was moving to his whim..and as a seemingly meteor sized crack opened..a multitude of gemstones, vibrant in various colored hues and luster..began sprouting upwards, like the root system of a tree, branching outwards while growing upwards, joining into each other. Both hands were now being used..his hand gestures, very much reminiscient of a maestro at an opera..waving about to his own rhythm..the hymn of the crystals.
Crystalline vein-like roots pulsed as they'd sink into the ground and bury themselves, spreading outwards in a complete circle from the originating point..a literal network of crystal that was the very lifeblood of his word. Siphoning Aethyr from the surrounding area and powering those roots..his creation, growing at a moderate pace..as thousands..perhaps millions..of precious gemstones merged and grew upwards, twisting, gnarling around the 'core' interior of the crystalline tree. As tall as any mountain..the canopy of crystal that was the treetop..spreading outwards across the sky, seemingly dotting out the night sky entirely with lusterous, glimmering beauty. It was..a gigantic crystalline tree...and he alone erected such a marvel, using his knowledge of crystalline magics as well as elemental.
"Quaint..how the blood of the slaughtered..always makes the best fertilizer" He'd state to himself, and though he didn't appear it..such a feat, had drawn much out of him. "Perhaps I should've waited until I was stronger.." he'd whisper while walking towards the thick, luminous husk of the tree. ~No..this couldn't wait..it was necessary~ he thought to himself while touching upon the crystalline bark..from his touch, a waving ripple eminated, his hand passing through..and soon, the rest of him would as well. Though..halfway through the only entry way into his new tower..he'd look over his shoulder and squint. Red flickered within his eyes..as ethereal spirits began to converge. "Rise..old soldiers of a long dead philosophy. Rise..and protect this tower" Those very ethereal spirits..delved into the ground..and as the area shook and trembled..skeletal hands began to burst free from underneath the ground..those hands though, beginning to undergo reverse mortification..where once was only bones..muscles, sinew and skin began to slowly 'stitch' back onto the now unearthed army..so brutally awoken from eternal slumber.
Within the tower..amidst the heart of the tree..he'd lay upon a branch. "Now..to recover my strength..and prepare. Surely..there will be those who sense my awakening..my magic..and will come"
