Post by Trent Kaliba on Sept 20, 2018 19:31:41 GMT -8
Trent Kaliba was never one to waste an opportunity. As he rested in the Black Spire, a tower within the grounds of the People's Palace something reached to his mind and touched it. It felt warm, alien and yet utterly familiar. Imirikon. An enemy. An ally. A slave.
Reclined back upon the chaise, a tome of ancient lore open in his lap he looked up at the brazier, an enchanted bowl of fire in which the flames often showed him events in the world. Trent was curious for a moment, interested even. This one.... this one could be something great.
Reclined back upon the chaise, a tome of ancient lore open in his lap he looked up at the brazier, an enchanted bowl of fire in which the flames often showed him events in the world. Trent was curious for a moment, interested even. This one.... this one could be something great.
He armed himself with a thought, donning the enchanted robes and armor that marked him a mage with few equals- his sword, a green blade of alien composition- shinning with endless magical reserves stolen from hundreds of victims. Leyline was a conduit of magic- quite literally able to nullify most any attack for a time. He had yet to find it's limit. His shadow shard, a wand composed of ancient magic was tucked into his belt, along with several others- just in case.
"Milhin, I"'ve got to go do something." He said aloud, trusting one of her butterflies - flying invasions of privacy, to hear him. " If I don't come back- avenge my death." And like that, space warped to provide him easy passage amidst the stones and rocks leading to a volcano- he floating safely above the quaking ground.
The place was saturated with the Far Realm- the divide here thin. He quickly ascertained why. The Void Spawn- no mere mindless serpent, it was Bersinerax, a serpent whose fire was told to melt steel in mere moments.
The Serpent wasn't far off- nor were the villages who could bear witness to the devastation. He wasn't too concerned. This was the opportunity. The convergence. He used his powers of illusion, a magic beyond mortal kin- rivaling the demi-gods of old to conceal his identity and hide from those who might scry. Warding himself against what fire he could with an abjuration field tightly wound around his form- he got to work drawing as much of the extraplanar energy as he could- as spacetime began to distort. Deep within the earth, or was it beyond it a great yawning sound could be heard- throatful and terrible. It was otherworldly, maddening- a great gaping maw into the eldritch horrors of a world no one was supposed to see.
Streaks of energy hued unthinkable colors struck from the sky and up from the ground- chaos incarnate for a moment before a sickly blue, baleful illumination came from cracks in the ground- cracks mirrored in mid-air as if reality itself strained to contain that which emerged. Trent did not intend to match his spells against a beast...no.
Instead- Trent unlocked the path for an ancient evil to do his work for him. Imirikon, the Agony. Upon his handiwork, Trent stared, and behind his hood- smiled.
The place was saturated with the Far Realm- the divide here thin. He quickly ascertained why. The Void Spawn- no mere mindless serpent, it was Bersinerax, a serpent whose fire was told to melt steel in mere moments.
The Serpent wasn't far off- nor were the villages who could bear witness to the devastation. He wasn't too concerned. This was the opportunity. The convergence. He used his powers of illusion, a magic beyond mortal kin- rivaling the demi-gods of old to conceal his identity and hide from those who might scry. Warding himself against what fire he could with an abjuration field tightly wound around his form- he got to work drawing as much of the extraplanar energy as he could- as spacetime began to distort. Deep within the earth, or was it beyond it a great yawning sound could be heard- throatful and terrible. It was otherworldly, maddening- a great gaping maw into the eldritch horrors of a world no one was supposed to see.
Streaks of energy hued unthinkable colors struck from the sky and up from the ground- chaos incarnate for a moment before a sickly blue, baleful illumination came from cracks in the ground- cracks mirrored in mid-air as if reality itself strained to contain that which emerged. Trent did not intend to match his spells against a beast...no.
Instead- Trent unlocked the path for an ancient evil to do his work for him. Imirikon, the Agony. Upon his handiwork, Trent stared, and behind his hood- smiled.
