Shattered Shards

[*Krayt]

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Mauric was no smith. Not a good one anyhow. His lost arm was much an impairment to ever craft through a hammer very well.

He had felt a presence in the bones as well. Were they not linked with the trapped demon any longer? Did it remain at large where they had left it? Impossible to tell now.

He took one of the still possessed pieces and handed it to the fledling demon expecting nothing to happen but he thought there was a slim chance that the tanar'ri would unite with trapped essence and pull it free.

"Here hold this for me for but a moment." The Sharp long claws holding the piece at the tip of the superficial claws palm down and ready to reliquish it.

[*Selebius]

Mauric thinks the shards can be turned into some kind of light armour- perhaps they can be used to reinforce a supple but resistant undercoat of demonic hide?

There is still a connection between bones and the shards- but it is more like a memory a faint shadow of something that once was.

The demon follows Mauric's call and crawls closer, opens its han, ready to take the shard from the warlock's clawed hand.

Sharp, broken steel meets putrid demonic flesh and for a moment it seems that the shard is slowly sinking into that purple skin- but then Mauric realizes that it is the other way around, that something in the shard is sucking the demon in- the creature sharting to shriek as it bends and twist, bones breaking flesh, tendons and skin ripping as it is slowly devoured by the shard.

Mauric however feels that whatever is in the shard grew stronger (more whole?), the metal now surrounded by an odd black and red aura, the piece hitting the stone floor where the demon used to be just seconds ago.

[*Krayt]

It was not purely the defensive properties that interested him. Perhaps it was to merge with the being himself over time. To be a part of it. To dominate it. To feel the greater evil to be surrounded by it.

With a concealed intensified gaze he watched as the flesh and bone was sucked back into the metal shard catching it before it fell to the ground. The bloody torrent streaming trhough his hand and he grabbed it. He had not expected that.

Placing the new piece on the anvil he would place another possessed piece ontop of it. He was proceeding prudently and had no intention to rush this. He would not attempt to add anotehr soul before he tested if the shard have awakened somehow by the feeding of that one soul and would start to merge with the otehr pieces due to this awakening.

[*Selebius]

To merge with him, to be part of him- it might be possible but it would be more graft than armour and he might lose something of himself as the entity bound in it is strong- not easily dominated, not easily subdued.

Adding the other shard to the first results in both.... to stick together, to align themselves in a- at first glance- rather odd position. But afrer seeing it Mauric realizes the shards took up the positions they had in the whole blade...

[*Krayt]

The warlock considered as the flickering flames behind him lit his black armour. To merge with the whole Tanar'ri would be to be possessed by it. But shattered in fragments and sentinent in pieces only wouldn't he be the center? Or would it reunite aith only his body as the center. He was alredy a pact of many beings. Of the man that once had been only leftovers remained not even enough for a demon to feast on. What would harm the most a free rampaging demon or an evil attached to his body. Thoughts conflicted and betrayed each other to fall to the next betrayal. He had to restrain himself though or he would end up flayed for either future plans or by accident releasing a power in the cage.

He watched the joint ofthe two pieces on the anvil. Making sure the others was at safe distance. Perhaps it had awoken the hunger feasted on that thin thread of hope the warlock had fed it. He was uncertain. He let his claw-like gauntlet Hoover over the two pieces heating them with a brightly burning flame rising dense wreaths of smoke between his five fingers. To see if the metal would merge this time where it had failed before. He chanted short incantations of violence in aggressive inciting tone that grew in intensity as he chanted through his broken voice.
"Slaughter of the innocent, rape of the pure, mayhem of the faithful, dismembering of the benevolent, eclipse of all hope, hatred that slumbers awake! Hunger shatter the tethers and rise to feed unbound!"

[*Selebius]

His dark prayer calls to the demon, evokes its memories, visions of many brutal acts flickering through Mauric's mind- from the first soul harvested as an Quasit to burning towns and defiled temples, to the eternal battlefields of the Bloodwar, to layers of the Abyss that are still not pacified- the layers teeming with Obyriths and madness.

The shards sing their own song, a high pitched maddening shriek, trembling on the anvil- calling out to the others. Two ghostly, additional shards appear and Mauric realizes that those are the same he freed that Mane from- the essence now taking its place in the puzzle.

Mauriv hears the other shards respond to the sound and the energies- the blade (soul) now trying to become whole.

[*Krayt]

He placed his foot on the bag containing the majority of the shards he had obtained in the desert. He wasn't sure if it was his imagenation as he felt the unresting creeping metal. Not here and not now! As always prancing at the rim of ruin. Even if the Tanar'ri wasn't freed it could be acted upon once whole. Carried like this they were little more than low ranking demons.

He attempted to usher the spectral pieces to join the formation at the anvil. But he would not allow more than four fragments on the anvil at this time. Although he calculated that it was safe he had no way of knowing that.

Watching the pieces at work passivly for now. He continued a low wordless threnody in tune with the sound produced by the shard to have but a mote of the intensity still clinging to the air.

[*Selebius]

The feels theshards move, he feels the bones move and grow(?) the bits and parts he allowed on this anvil calling out, beckoning the others- and Mauric realizes that the more he allows to join the faster this process might become.

However something changed- perhaps through the soul he added, perehapes becaise of the time the creature laid dormant, perhaps because of something the creatures who wanted to prevent the demons return did- the Demon not longer is what it was.

It might be stronger, it might be something new- but Mairic feels its strenght nevertheless. Then everything stops- the shards dormant again but the weapon outlined on the anvil in ghostly light- a short vision that fades again quickly- the bones sleeping again as well.

[*Krayt]

He raked at the lights as it formed the blade. Quickly to acertain it was light and light alone not pertaining to any force manifest. Perhaps the magic of the blade was growing with the juncture of metal.

He moved the shards in the bag to a iron lockbox wrapping a heavy chain around it. He could not have them reform themselves well aware of the danger.

The demon wasn't the only prisoner perhaps. He repeated the process. Adding a new soulshard and smashing it on the metal. His theory being that a higher ranking Tanar'ri had formed within the larger shard.

[*Selebius]

It is light, just light but it tells of old, almost faded magic. Perhaps it is a memory, perhaps a vision of what might be but it is impossible to be sure yet.

Shard after shard is added, the strenght of the presence growing, the sounds distorted, the light in the room bending, giving the whole scene something unnatural, almost surrealistic. Chaotic and vile energies lick over Mauric's arms- making no difference between those two, accepting the warlock as what he is, somehow accepting him as a peer.

Then it changes, the shards slowly urging him to work faster, greed and hunger... hunger.... the entity grew big, grew fast but now it needs something to feats on, it needs soething to prevent it from fading or perhaps to anchor it in this reality?