03-14-2012, 10:57 AM
Far atop the hills of the Storm Peaks, a lone woman draped in purple truged through the gentle bout of falling snow. In one hand she bore a shimmering wand, throwing luminescence along her path. In the other was a fairly worn tome, the only marking of identification it bore would’ve been a worn violet eye. As the pages flapped and fluttered through the strong breeze, she pressed through the mounds of snow.
“I’ll show them...” She muttered. “I can do this. They’ll see for sure!”
At that a strong breeze crossed her path, nearly blowing the woman’s cloak away. She released a weak and fearful cry before quickly bundling herself up once more.
“Damned wind.” She muttered once more, her voice dark with anger at the pestering winds.
The lone woman would continue on her way, only pausing occasionally to warm her toes or to sneak a bite of her mother’s home-made muffins. With the hours drawing far into the early morning, the woman drifted aimlessly through the snow, only to come upon her target at the break of dawn’s light.
She stumbled into the cave, footing uneasy from the hours of trekking. As she peered about and removed her cover, she nodded to herself in approval.
“Just like before... No one else seems to have found it.”
The woman moved on, a bit of energy in her step as she ventured through the abandoned halls. the vast cavern was of not natural construction, but a creation of the Titans. All about, ancient and wore gears of bronze and copper lay inactive, jammed and rusted from years upon years of poor tending. The chamber, compared to others of its nature, was fairly small. It bore only one lengthy hall with a towering stone figure standing in its midst.
“Ah-ha!” She called out, voice carrying through the depths of the cave.
At such a call, Lights flickering from above began to awake, illuminating the entire hall. The mage stood, looking about with pure awe at the sight of light glinting off of the surrounding metal. Slowly yet surely she would draw forward with wand in-hand, approaching the figure settled in the midst of the hall. The figure towered well over the woman, formed completely of aged stone and rare metals. The woman circled round and round the construct, nodding in approval to herself.
“Mhmm... This’ll do. It’s no different than the last time I was here... no traps or anything.” The woman positioned herself in front of the statue, cracking open the aged spellbook. “Now lets see...”
She leaned down, drawing out a small polished stone from her breast pocket. “Lets see... Essence of Earth.” The mage looked the stone over, nodding to herself before holding it within one hand, wand drawn in the other.
She had recited such an incantation in secret many times before, in the secrecy of her room or her parents study, yet now it was time to use it in truth. She held the stone before her, drawing the wand back as arcane would begin to build around its tip. The incantation rattled off of her lips in a dull drone, sounding out in a single mass of arcane wording.
Latent magic would build about the head of her wand, slowly ebbing out and drawing to the polished stone before it would further ebb into the structure of the stone construct. The process would draw on for what seemed as an eternity to the young magus, impatience playing along the tone of her spell as she hastened the reading. Yet at a sudden noticed, an inhuman shriek sounded out from the darkened depths of the mechanical cavern. Swooping down came a flock of bats, screeching and flapping towards the woman on their way out.
“Sonnova bit-!” She called out at first, her incantation disrupted, yet as she turned to see the bats flee, she heard a disturbing crunch come from behind her.
The lights of the constructs eyes were alight with arcane, and upon its palm dripped the blood of a bat that had made the mistake of dipping too low. Now its furious gaze settled upon the woman, calling out.
“I’ll show them...” She muttered. “I can do this. They’ll see for sure!”
At that a strong breeze crossed her path, nearly blowing the woman’s cloak away. She released a weak and fearful cry before quickly bundling herself up once more.
“Damned wind.” She muttered once more, her voice dark with anger at the pestering winds.
The lone woman would continue on her way, only pausing occasionally to warm her toes or to sneak a bite of her mother’s home-made muffins. With the hours drawing far into the early morning, the woman drifted aimlessly through the snow, only to come upon her target at the break of dawn’s light.
She stumbled into the cave, footing uneasy from the hours of trekking. As she peered about and removed her cover, she nodded to herself in approval.
“Just like before... No one else seems to have found it.”
The woman moved on, a bit of energy in her step as she ventured through the abandoned halls. the vast cavern was of not natural construction, but a creation of the Titans. All about, ancient and wore gears of bronze and copper lay inactive, jammed and rusted from years upon years of poor tending. The chamber, compared to others of its nature, was fairly small. It bore only one lengthy hall with a towering stone figure standing in its midst.
“Ah-ha!” She called out, voice carrying through the depths of the cave.
At such a call, Lights flickering from above began to awake, illuminating the entire hall. The mage stood, looking about with pure awe at the sight of light glinting off of the surrounding metal. Slowly yet surely she would draw forward with wand in-hand, approaching the figure settled in the midst of the hall. The figure towered well over the woman, formed completely of aged stone and rare metals. The woman circled round and round the construct, nodding in approval to herself.
“Mhmm... This’ll do. It’s no different than the last time I was here... no traps or anything.” The woman positioned herself in front of the statue, cracking open the aged spellbook. “Now lets see...”
She leaned down, drawing out a small polished stone from her breast pocket. “Lets see... Essence of Earth.” The mage looked the stone over, nodding to herself before holding it within one hand, wand drawn in the other.
She had recited such an incantation in secret many times before, in the secrecy of her room or her parents study, yet now it was time to use it in truth. She held the stone before her, drawing the wand back as arcane would begin to build around its tip. The incantation rattled off of her lips in a dull drone, sounding out in a single mass of arcane wording.
Latent magic would build about the head of her wand, slowly ebbing out and drawing to the polished stone before it would further ebb into the structure of the stone construct. The process would draw on for what seemed as an eternity to the young magus, impatience playing along the tone of her spell as she hastened the reading. Yet at a sudden noticed, an inhuman shriek sounded out from the darkened depths of the mechanical cavern. Swooping down came a flock of bats, screeching and flapping towards the woman on their way out.
“Sonnova bit-!” She called out at first, her incantation disrupted, yet as she turned to see the bats flee, she heard a disturbing crunch come from behind her.
The lights of the constructs eyes were alight with arcane, and upon its palm dripped the blood of a bat that had made the mistake of dipping too low. Now its furious gaze settled upon the woman, calling out.
“WHAT... HAVE... YOU... DONE!?”
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