Shattered Shards
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*Krayt
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The warlock hesitated as the others stepped through the portal back to Sigil. Expecting somehing more ominous than watching the others who carried pieces of the demon bound sword with them stroll away safely.
Simon's warnings had given him an idea, one for the future. But it was dangeous. If this being had attempted to enter the portal it would have surely been flayed on the spot. But broken up in pieces it could pass and exist? If the Lady was indeed omniaware why didn't she simply destroy the pieces.. of course it was no treat, not yet and not in this form. He adanodned all thougths as he entered the Cage with his collection of pieces. Truths thought is the most dangerous thing of all, if he would descover a way to truely harm the Cage thous would be well away from it.
Returning to the Armoury he had no intention of actually unbind the demon here. Looking at the gleaming shards strewn befor the Workbench he took a pair of pieces in long shafted pliers and dipped them into the whitehot chaotic infused forge. To see if the metal would meld back together when pressed agaisnt each otehr in the jaws of the pliers. He didn't Believe this would effect the entrapped soul but he need to ascertain if it was the material itself that bound the creature. Until now he knew only one such metal to exist.
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*Selebius
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The shards evil and chaos seeps even through the container he used to carry those shards. Cold to the touch they are- a chill that not just affects the body but also the soul.
Holding the shards in the pliers Mauric feels the corruption reaching even for their dead, cold metal and even the fires of this forge seem to shirk back from the metal for a moment. slowly the metal is heated and a spiderweb of purple and orange energies appear on the surface as whatever spells woven into the metal starts to struggle agaist the heat and chaos.
Even shattered the blade still holds part of the demon's soul- Mauric feels it raging, hungering, even now as it is just a shadow of its former glory it still fights.
However he realizes it is the magic placed on the blade that matters- not the metal itself. Whoever forged this weapon made it part of the demon itself and now it is like a lich's phylactery a vessel for the creature's soul. But it is broken, has been shattered... like the blade as well.
Holding the shards in the pliers Mauric feels the corruption reaching even for their dead, cold metal and even the fires of this forge seem to shirk back from the metal for a moment. slowly the metal is heated and a spiderweb of purple and orange energies appear on the surface as whatever spells woven into the metal starts to struggle agaist the heat and chaos.
Even shattered the blade still holds part of the demon's soul- Mauric feels it raging, hungering, even now as it is just a shadow of its former glory it still fights.
However he realizes it is the magic placed on the blade that matters- not the metal itself. Whoever forged this weapon made it part of the demon itself and now it is like a lich's phylactery a vessel for the creature's soul. But it is broken, has been shattered... like the blade as well.
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*Krayt
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He had to be careful not to accidently free it even in parts. Could the proccess be reversed? Could a tanar'ri albeit weaker rise from each shard? Chaos will always find the pathways to the unexpected.
He placed the pieces still glowing fiercly red on the anvil. His mas a lit with a orange sheen as it reflected the light while he regarded the metal. How could such a strong binding be placed on a weapon. Does this quality still inhabit these pieces? He had to test this. Placing a lesser soul shard on the central surface of the glowing hot metal trying to balance it so that it laid steady. Reached for the heavy hammer with his clawlike gauntled and swunged it over his head to bring it down on the shard and metal as hard as he could manage.
He placed the pieces still glowing fiercly red on the anvil. His mas a lit with a orange sheen as it reflected the light while he regarded the metal. How could such a strong binding be placed on a weapon. Does this quality still inhabit these pieces? He had to test this. Placing a lesser soul shard on the central surface of the glowing hot metal trying to balance it so that it laid steady. Reached for the heavy hammer with his clawlike gauntled and swunged it over his head to bring it down on the shard and metal as hard as he could manage.
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*Selebius
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The thunder from the strike echoes through the hall and the prism shatters, the soul escaping, screeching in his mind as it tries to find its way to the afterlife, a ghostly face, distorted by fear and anguish hovering over the anvil.
There is no escape however- whatever is still in those shards is hungry and it feels this morsel nearby, trying to pull it in, trying to feast, to regain strenght.
For almost a minute Mauric can watch this struggle then the shards shatter with a high pitched, screeching chime and the face screams a last time- a blast of chaotic energy tossing Mauric against the wall behind him, the hammer gliding from his grip.
His body is itching, the sensation of maggots crawling under skin, into his eyes, the stench of the abyssal pits themselves in his nose and darkness is all his eyes can see.
An odd slurping sound... a faint mourning wail and when his eyesight returns he sees a creature between himself and the anvil- humanoid, barely three feet tall, pasty white skin, rotting, maggots crawling, pus oozing from many boils. White, foggy eyes look around with a feral, hungry expression and the Mane exposes its sharp teeth as it opens its mouth to hiss.
There is no escape however- whatever is still in those shards is hungry and it feels this morsel nearby, trying to pull it in, trying to feast, to regain strenght.
For almost a minute Mauric can watch this struggle then the shards shatter with a high pitched, screeching chime and the face screams a last time- a blast of chaotic energy tossing Mauric against the wall behind him, the hammer gliding from his grip.
His body is itching, the sensation of maggots crawling under skin, into his eyes, the stench of the abyssal pits themselves in his nose and darkness is all his eyes can see.
An odd slurping sound... a faint mourning wail and when his eyesight returns he sees a creature between himself and the anvil- humanoid, barely three feet tall, pasty white skin, rotting, maggots crawling, pus oozing from many boils. White, foggy eyes look around with a feral, hungry expression and the Mane exposes its sharp teeth as it opens its mouth to hiss.
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*Krayt
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He gaze at the conflict patiently. He was certain of the outcome, the soul in the metal was stronger and would claim the other he thought.
With a heavy clank the back of his breastplate met the stone followed by a softer rustle as he feel on his Shins hindering himself from falling prone with his remaining right hand.
He wasn't sure whether he had fell unconscious and as always returned to his realms of nightmares. Just as that fateful day so long ago that had shattered everything and altered his course he thought as he tilted his head towards the anvil. The morbid sensations still rife and vivid.
Pushing himself up digging his clawlike gauntlet into the metal flakes left by the smiths and taking a few waddling steps towards the demon and the pieces behind him.
"What memories still resides in you?" His voice shaking slightly but carried the usual hollow and metallic revibtating and it grew steadier towards the end.
Believing he had given a vital ansewer in the Mane. A greater demon is the colletion of several lesser. But of course there is no one answer in the abyssal nature.
With a heavy clank the back of his breastplate met the stone followed by a softer rustle as he feel on his Shins hindering himself from falling prone with his remaining right hand.
He wasn't sure whether he had fell unconscious and as always returned to his realms of nightmares. Just as that fateful day so long ago that had shattered everything and altered his course he thought as he tilted his head towards the anvil. The morbid sensations still rife and vivid.
Pushing himself up digging his clawlike gauntlet into the metal flakes left by the smiths and taking a few waddling steps towards the demon and the pieces behind him.
"What memories still resides in you?" His voice shaking slightly but carried the usual hollow and metallic revibtating and it grew steadier towards the end.
Believing he had given a vital ansewer in the Mane. A greater demon is the colletion of several lesser. But of course there is no one answer in the abyssal nature.
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*Selebius
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The demon is confused, its simple mind filled only with its own pain and suffering, is only able to grasp its own pathetic existance, hatred the only emotion it can feel.
Yet it senses that this man in front of it is different, is as close to the abyss a normal mortal can be. Stammering an answer so chaotic and torn that even Mauric has troubles to decipher it the creature tries to tell him what it knows.
A bazaar on an outerplane... perhaps Gehenna? A battle in the outlands, searing white light scorching flesh. A alluring creature that brings only pain. A prison/hideout made of crystal/steel. Friends/underlings/masters who are at your side, die by your side, search you to rescue/punish you.
Maric realizes that the memories in the demon are a mix of both the Demons and the mortal's, twisted and merged to form something new.
Yet it senses that this man in front of it is different, is as close to the abyss a normal mortal can be. Stammering an answer so chaotic and torn that even Mauric has troubles to decipher it the creature tries to tell him what it knows.
A bazaar on an outerplane... perhaps Gehenna? A battle in the outlands, searing white light scorching flesh. A alluring creature that brings only pain. A prison/hideout made of crystal/steel. Friends/underlings/masters who are at your side, die by your side, search you to rescue/punish you.
Maric realizes that the memories in the demon are a mix of both the Demons and the mortal's, twisted and merged to form something new.
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*Krayt
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Grafted to his face the tendrons of his Doomlord's mask growing into his flesh felt Cold. As if his former life rejcted it. He had long searched for answers and now they stood before him reborn as a new born child and just as pure.
"Much have been undone. But not all. You was once a greater being, perhaps even on the verge of claming your own lordship amongst the abyssal lords."
He had to redirect his thoughts as they ran a dangerous course of how this knowledge could be used to finally topple the sphere from the spire.
Walking closer to the obese creature he let his claw-like gauntleted right hand stroke the enormous belly as to assertain it was no illusion.
So much like himself. Hatred for himself, hatred for all that ever was and will be. That was the flame that had burned so intense in this creature that it had reached as far as it had. But it was lesser now.
"The truenames of those you bonded with are lost then. Nor do you know your own. We have much work to do."
He turned towards the anvil and clutched the metal the creature just had sprung from to feel if the cold sensation and evil radiance was still within that piece or had left it.
"Much have been undone. But not all. You was once a greater being, perhaps even on the verge of claming your own lordship amongst the abyssal lords."
He had to redirect his thoughts as they ran a dangerous course of how this knowledge could be used to finally topple the sphere from the spire.
Walking closer to the obese creature he let his claw-like gauntleted right hand stroke the enormous belly as to assertain it was no illusion.
So much like himself. Hatred for himself, hatred for all that ever was and will be. That was the flame that had burned so intense in this creature that it had reached as far as it had. But it was lesser now.
"The truenames of those you bonded with are lost then. Nor do you know your own. We have much work to do."
He turned towards the anvil and clutched the metal the creature just had sprung from to feel if the cold sensation and evil radiance was still within that piece or had left it.
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*Selebius
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The mane whimpers, with hunger, with hate, seething with helpless anger it wants to share with all creation. Beady eyes follow the Doomlord as he approaches the anvil again, demonic lips babbling mostly nonsense, betraying the creatures briken mind.
Mauric finds those few shards to be mere metal now- bare of any evil, any enchantment, all that made them special is lost.
Mauric finds those few shards to be mere metal now- bare of any evil, any enchantment, all that made them special is lost.
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*Krayt
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"Patients my child. You shall soon be fed. In time you shall out grow this patetic state. Or fail to anothers will. We shall know soon enough."
He picked a pair of them up. Felt the metal now void of any evil he let them slip through his fingers and fall to the anvil clanking hollowly as metal met metal.
"So if the brimming pieces have anoher drop they spew out the full containt. Interesting don't you agree?."
He placed the pieces in a row on the workbench to gauge just how many manes he could wring out of these pieces. With the assumtion that the measure equaled the same portion of the fragmented spirit evenly. The spirit could be merged back together but he wasn't sure of tha even if they had once been the same they were no longer, perhaps that was what had shattered the blade a constalation of spirit regaining their inviduality. If they could only be forced back together. A process that took longer than any mortal cared to think about could be made so much faster.
The pulsing orange glow from the forge lit his outermost lines from behind as it wexed and waned with the feed of air flow. Like a living Sheen crawling back and forth as he gazed at the pieces leaming in the dim light. He was no longer sure he wished to free the entrapped souls. If they din't merge to a strongr demon they were useless for that purpose. Now that so fundamental answers had been given. He reached into the bag which had contained the bones he picked to see if they had been affected. His mind wandered astray and he found himself wondering if the remaining pieces would be enough to fashion a armour from.
He picked a pair of them up. Felt the metal now void of any evil he let them slip through his fingers and fall to the anvil clanking hollowly as metal met metal.
"So if the brimming pieces have anoher drop they spew out the full containt. Interesting don't you agree?."
He placed the pieces in a row on the workbench to gauge just how many manes he could wring out of these pieces. With the assumtion that the measure equaled the same portion of the fragmented spirit evenly. The spirit could be merged back together but he wasn't sure of tha even if they had once been the same they were no longer, perhaps that was what had shattered the blade a constalation of spirit regaining their inviduality. If they could only be forced back together. A process that took longer than any mortal cared to think about could be made so much faster.
The pulsing orange glow from the forge lit his outermost lines from behind as it wexed and waned with the feed of air flow. Like a living Sheen crawling back and forth as he gazed at the pieces leaming in the dim light. He was no longer sure he wished to free the entrapped souls. If they din't merge to a strongr demon they were useless for that purpose. Now that so fundamental answers had been given. He reached into the bag which had contained the bones he picked to see if they had been affected. His mind wandered astray and he found himself wondering if the remaining pieces would be enough to fashion a armour from.
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*Selebius
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The little demon is cowering by his side, its small eyes restless.
Mauric sees the bones are still untouched, the small bit of the original soul he freed and re-molded not affecting them.
The shards themselves... perhaps they could be used for this purpose. But it wpuld take a master armourer to do this- which of course the Doomguards have a few among their ranks.
((Give me a craft armour roll please))
Mauric sees the bones are still untouched, the small bit of the original soul he freed and re-molded not affecting them.
The shards themselves... perhaps they could be used for this purpose. But it wpuld take a master armourer to do this- which of course the Doomguards have a few among their ranks.
((Give me a craft armour roll please))