Evil Omens
Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2004 9:22 pm
Within the cave of the blood skulls a lone orc sits within a dimly lit study. Book in hand and deep in thought Kaja Wolfagen once again studies the ancient texts which were part of hes legacy from hes old master. when an unbidden thought enters hes mind.
The flame of evil shall arise!
Kaja frowns slightly but continues with hes study, when a hot sensation begins to creep up hes chest.
The undead Lord, he forearms!
Clutching hes chest Kaja roars in pain as the wound which should have been hes death,, which was hes death, begins to burn.
The voice awakes in the darkness!
Falling from hes chair and withering on the ground the orc shamen feels these words burn into hes mind.
After what seemed like an eternity to the orc the burning begins to subside and hes mind begins to clear, a anguished cry escapes hes lips
' Fools, yoo be fools! '
Standing slowly and with caution the shamen staggers to the bookshelf and removes a volume which cover seemed to be made from a strange textured leather, placing the book under hes arm Kaja slowly made hes way towards the Blood Gods alter, stopping briefly to pull a bag from a nearby depot.
' Must hurry '
Walking into a chamber which was bare apart from a Alter which sat upon the far end the shamen opens hes bag and pulls forth candles which were made from a substance as black as darkness. With patience which he did not feel the orc slowly placed these candles about the room, stopping briefly to consider each one he had placed, this needed to be perfect, any mistake would be the end of the him.
Satisfied with the shape the candles formed the shamen walked slowly towards the alter and placed the book upon it.
Holding hes hand above the book Kaja mutters some words in a gutteral tongue, ' Grssgah Vemogak '.
The book before him snaps upon and as if being turned by a hand which was not there the pages begin to unfold, this continued for a short while when suddenly the pages stop and the book stays open at a certain point.
The shamen looks to the page's before him and slowly unsheathes a small blade from hes side which he holds to hes wrist.
' Fools '
With a swift flick of hes hand in which he carriers the blade Kaja slices into hes wrist and watches the blood drip onto the book. With a voice which was not hes own he begins to read passages from the text infront of him, hes voice raising after each word spoken.
' Gragzaesh, Hallgeshza Moshron Skuln Kagla.. '
Pulling the words from within himself, each one seeming to Anguish the orc more than the last, the flow of blood from hes wound increases, and before him the candles which he placed begin to slowly burn with a dark flame.
' Blood for the blood god!!, Skulls for hes throne of Bone! Terma, Gerstass, Edla Emo... '
A wind starts to blow within the room where no wind should be and a flame starts to rise within the centre of the candles which the shamen had placed.
Continueing hes chant Kaja looks up from the alter to the flame and raises hes bloodied hand into the air, hes voice raising hes words sounding like thunder he lowers hes hand slowly as a form starts to take shape within the flames before him.
' Yeg Kazzak Moshron, Gorbluzek Kel Gar... '
A green flame erupts from the floor of the cavern slowly forming lines between each of the placed candles. After each passing second the form within the now formed pentagram began to take shape.
' Tzeeteingaz Morld.... '
With a sound of anguish the form within the flames hurled its bulk against the barrier which was formed, time after time the minion which the shamen had summoned hurled itself at the green flames but to no avail.
' What.. do.. you.. wish.. of.. me... '
The shamen looked to the beast hes eye's aglow and spoke once more in the voice which was not hes own.
' Answer me these questions '
Kaja threw questions at the presence, and learnt what he wished to know. With a word of power the creature which had be summoned began to fade and the flames died down. When the room was as it had once been Kaja walks slowly from it with a single name in hes mind
' Deidre '
The flame of evil shall arise!
Kaja frowns slightly but continues with hes study, when a hot sensation begins to creep up hes chest.
The undead Lord, he forearms!
Clutching hes chest Kaja roars in pain as the wound which should have been hes death,, which was hes death, begins to burn.
The voice awakes in the darkness!
Falling from hes chair and withering on the ground the orc shamen feels these words burn into hes mind.
After what seemed like an eternity to the orc the burning begins to subside and hes mind begins to clear, a anguished cry escapes hes lips
' Fools, yoo be fools! '
Standing slowly and with caution the shamen staggers to the bookshelf and removes a volume which cover seemed to be made from a strange textured leather, placing the book under hes arm Kaja slowly made hes way towards the Blood Gods alter, stopping briefly to pull a bag from a nearby depot.
' Must hurry '
Walking into a chamber which was bare apart from a Alter which sat upon the far end the shamen opens hes bag and pulls forth candles which were made from a substance as black as darkness. With patience which he did not feel the orc slowly placed these candles about the room, stopping briefly to consider each one he had placed, this needed to be perfect, any mistake would be the end of the him.
Satisfied with the shape the candles formed the shamen walked slowly towards the alter and placed the book upon it.
Holding hes hand above the book Kaja mutters some words in a gutteral tongue, ' Grssgah Vemogak '.
The book before him snaps upon and as if being turned by a hand which was not there the pages begin to unfold, this continued for a short while when suddenly the pages stop and the book stays open at a certain point.
The shamen looks to the page's before him and slowly unsheathes a small blade from hes side which he holds to hes wrist.
' Fools '
With a swift flick of hes hand in which he carriers the blade Kaja slices into hes wrist and watches the blood drip onto the book. With a voice which was not hes own he begins to read passages from the text infront of him, hes voice raising after each word spoken.
' Gragzaesh, Hallgeshza Moshron Skuln Kagla.. '
Pulling the words from within himself, each one seeming to Anguish the orc more than the last, the flow of blood from hes wound increases, and before him the candles which he placed begin to slowly burn with a dark flame.
' Blood for the blood god!!, Skulls for hes throne of Bone! Terma, Gerstass, Edla Emo... '
A wind starts to blow within the room where no wind should be and a flame starts to rise within the centre of the candles which the shamen had placed.
Continueing hes chant Kaja looks up from the alter to the flame and raises hes bloodied hand into the air, hes voice raising hes words sounding like thunder he lowers hes hand slowly as a form starts to take shape within the flames before him.
' Yeg Kazzak Moshron, Gorbluzek Kel Gar... '
A green flame erupts from the floor of the cavern slowly forming lines between each of the placed candles. After each passing second the form within the now formed pentagram began to take shape.
' Tzeeteingaz Morld.... '
With a sound of anguish the form within the flames hurled its bulk against the barrier which was formed, time after time the minion which the shamen had summoned hurled itself at the green flames but to no avail.
' What.. do.. you.. wish.. of.. me... '
The shamen looked to the beast hes eye's aglow and spoke once more in the voice which was not hes own.
' Answer me these questions '
Kaja threw questions at the presence, and learnt what he wished to know. With a word of power the creature which had be summoned began to fade and the flames died down. When the room was as it had once been Kaja walks slowly from it with a single name in hes mind
' Deidre '