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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A gathering of people has assembled to see the show, as it were. A collection of priests are keeping the peace with kind smiles but firm instructions. The star is dressed in white loose robes, which go along with his black and white fur. A blackback. He stands at the center of the cleared out area which is about fifty meters in all directions, except for two priests that stand with him.<br> <br>Gathering, particularly when she heard there were so many priests to be involved, Monique stands casually, her weapons secure on her back, but hey, she IS a Soulless, they are supposed to be violent and covered in big weapons, right?<br> <br>Bite approaches the crowd with curiosity, studying the priests and the blackback curiously. She idly attempts to blend into the crowd and as she pushes forward to see whats going on.<br> <br>Ictus hmms? as he arrives on the scene and peers at the Blackback, having never seen one of these he is quite curious<br> <br>Peril slipped through the crowd, taking advantage of her short stature to push through narrow gaps, under tail and even between legs if she had to. Whatever it took to get to the front row and a good view of the goings on<br> <br>It figures that a noble would be one of the first in such a while to undergo this ritual. He offers up a bag towards one of the priests, who accepts it delicately, then upends it slowly, making a circle of chalky white stuff that glimmers rainbows in the afternoon light. The other priest scoops up some of the powder and moves up, tracing it across the blackback's face and head.<br> <br>Watching with awe, wondering what feat of Divine Mathematics they are performing, Monique seems oblivious to any of the other Soulless present, her eyes trying to make out the emotions on each of the priest's and the Blackback's faces.<br> <br>Bite snickers at the waste of money and watches silently afterwards, watching all the lunar fragments that are wasted on such a trivial thing.<br> <br>Ictus chuckles at the statements others are giving about nobles having it all and shakes his head<br> <br>Each line of sparkling gray painted on the noble is precise and instricate, slowly forming ever increasingly complicated patterns. The robes get in the way, and are removed, leaving the Blackback standing in what amounts to short shorts. The priest working the circle finishes and begins inwards, also drawing detailed patterns along the ground, the divine math that will enable this feat of magic.<br> <br>Peril settles in to watch intently, deeply curious about just how the ritual works and keen to learn all she could now to possable take advantage herself one day<br> <br>Tilting her head as she watches the drawing continue, her own understanding of the Divine Math involved very limited, Monique is silent as the ritual continues.<br> <br>Aidan gots closer to the place of the ritual, but being late, he's quite careful to not disturb the delicate process. Quiet as the lizard he's, the lizard guard just steps closer slowly, watching with interest.<br> <br>Once the skunk born is covered in patterns, the priests direct him to face a specific direction, then retreat beyond the circle, "We must remember," speaks one, female, chipmunk, "Our shared gifts, as given to us by the Creators." |
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| + | The other priest, male, badger, speaks, "They live within us, and with this ritual we call it forth. Rise, mighty dragon, whom the elements cannot harm, master of forsaken worlds." They put their hands in the air, and bring them down slowly towards the ground, towards two specific places in the circle.<br> <br>Bite shakes her head. The dragon part sounds nice, would be benefical to have the power of a dragon, but this whole ritual is overly expensive.<br> <br>Ictus watches intently as the priests do their thing and tilts his head curiously as he watches<br> <br>Gasping softly at mention of a Dragon, Monique is craning her head to watch now, eyes trying to take in every detail.<br> <br>Peril raised a hand to cratch her chin thoughtfully. Continuing to watch her hands fell to her sides, patting at her pockets looking for something to take notes on<br> <br>As their hands approach the points of the circle, space becomes a bit strange, as if everyone present were drawn towards the circle and ears pop uncomfortably with increasing pressure for a moment, building as their hands struggle through that last bit of space. Contact. Pop! Space bounces back to normal and brilliant light emits from all the lines on the ground and the blackback himself. They begin to shift and mutate, the equations becoming solved, turning to new equations that themselves twist to complete. Math is in motion, there is no stopping it. The skunk falls to his knees, smoldering with energy. With a choked noise, he starts to expand rapidly, fur giving way immediately to immense scales.<br> <br>Aidan smiles a bit at the mention of the dragon, somehow a bit proud of scales. And he can't but look amused and in awe as the skunk starts to shift and expand, not having ever saw something like this.<br> <br>After the growing Blackback starts to expand more and more, Monique takes a few steps back, careful to give him room.<br> <br>Ictus winces as his ears pop and wiggles them to try to sooth them, he blinks as the Blackback starts to shift and mutates<br> <br>Peril crinches as she watches the transformation take place, forgetting her search for note taking materials and instead clutching at her belly at the mear thought of undergoing such change. the little cat feels distinctly uneasy, her stomach unsettled though she still cant help but watch the whole thing play out<br> <br>Bite lights up with excitement, realizing what is happening. This may well be worth the lunar fragments. This sort of power would be useful for anyone in need of battle aid, or just looking for power to throw about it seems... this is interesting.<br> <br>There is little hint that the great creature was once a skunk, except for the fact that its scales retain his old coloring. Now a two story, give or take, tall dragon with black and white scales and a somewhat unsteady footing. Great wings flap with a newness as the reborn dragon orients itself. | ||
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| + | "It is done," announces a priest, "Behold the dragon, one of our ancient birthrights." The chalky powder is all gone, consumed in the power of the ritual. "As requested by Peter Blackback," A gesture at the dragon, "A luncheon will be served. Let us allow him time to adjust." Which is polite for show's over, here's some food over there.<br> <br>Bite approaches the food and studies the dragon from afar, her eyes full of excitement. Something inside her clicks with greed, she wants to obtain such power in the near future. She swallows what she can whole and thinks this over.<br> <br>The last words, heard before at weddings and events, clicks in Moniques mind, 'Free food!' her mind sings, but first, she gives a bow of her head to the priest and then, of course, to the Dragon.<br> <br>Ictus stares in awe at the changed skunk and shakes his head before he nods to the priests, and the lucky skunk/dragon<br> <br>Aidan watches at the dragon with respect, before bowing his head to him and then priests. He doesn't aim for the food, not at first at least... he makes sure that everyone is going smoothly. Then, maybe... well, he was told to patrol the ritual, and the food is part of it.<br> <br>Peril glared suspiciously at the massive beast as it moved while wondering just how much of the skunk was left if any at all. shaking her head and taking a moment to readjust her shirt that had been unsettled by her nervous movements before turning to look over the gather crowd to gauge their reactions<br> <br>Once everyone has put some distance, it seems the priests are helping the skunk-dragon(skragon? drakunk?) adjust to his new form. Probably most interesting is the fact that, after some time, the skunk is back in skunk form, shaken, but whole. Clothing is rapidly provided. | ||
Revision as of 23:02, 19 August 2012
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19/8/475
Log
A gathering of people has assembled to see the show, as it were. A collection of priests are keeping the peace with kind smiles but firm instructions. The star is dressed in white loose robes, which go along with his black and white fur. A blackback. He stands at the center of the cleared out area which is about fifty meters in all directions, except for two priests that stand with him.
Gathering, particularly when she heard there were so many priests to be involved, Monique stands casually, her weapons secure on her back, but hey, she IS a Soulless, they are supposed to be violent and covered in big weapons, right?
Bite approaches the crowd with curiosity, studying the priests and the blackback curiously. She idly attempts to blend into the crowd and as she pushes forward to see whats going on.
Ictus hmms? as he arrives on the scene and peers at the Blackback, having never seen one of these he is quite curious
Peril slipped through the crowd, taking advantage of her short stature to push through narrow gaps, under tail and even between legs if she had to. Whatever it took to get to the front row and a good view of the goings on
It figures that a noble would be one of the first in such a while to undergo this ritual. He offers up a bag towards one of the priests, who accepts it delicately, then upends it slowly, making a circle of chalky white stuff that glimmers rainbows in the afternoon light. The other priest scoops up some of the powder and moves up, tracing it across the blackback's face and head.
Watching with awe, wondering what feat of Divine Mathematics they are performing, Monique seems oblivious to any of the other Soulless present, her eyes trying to make out the emotions on each of the priest's and the Blackback's faces.
Bite snickers at the waste of money and watches silently afterwards, watching all the lunar fragments that are wasted on such a trivial thing.
Ictus chuckles at the statements others are giving about nobles having it all and shakes his head
Each line of sparkling gray painted on the noble is precise and instricate, slowly forming ever increasingly complicated patterns. The robes get in the way, and are removed, leaving the Blackback standing in what amounts to short shorts. The priest working the circle finishes and begins inwards, also drawing detailed patterns along the ground, the divine math that will enable this feat of magic.
Peril settles in to watch intently, deeply curious about just how the ritual works and keen to learn all she could now to possable take advantage herself one day
Tilting her head as she watches the drawing continue, her own understanding of the Divine Math involved very limited, Monique is silent as the ritual continues.
Aidan gots closer to the place of the ritual, but being late, he's quite careful to not disturb the delicate process. Quiet as the lizard he's, the lizard guard just steps closer slowly, watching with interest.
Once the skunk born is covered in patterns, the priests direct him to face a specific direction, then retreat beyond the circle, "We must remember," speaks one, female, chipmunk, "Our shared gifts, as given to us by the Creators."
The other priest, male, badger, speaks, "They live within us, and with this ritual we call it forth. Rise, mighty dragon, whom the elements cannot harm, master of forsaken worlds." They put their hands in the air, and bring them down slowly towards the ground, towards two specific places in the circle.
Bite shakes her head. The dragon part sounds nice, would be benefical to have the power of a dragon, but this whole ritual is overly expensive.
Ictus watches intently as the priests do their thing and tilts his head curiously as he watches
Gasping softly at mention of a Dragon, Monique is craning her head to watch now, eyes trying to take in every detail.
Peril raised a hand to cratch her chin thoughtfully. Continuing to watch her hands fell to her sides, patting at her pockets looking for something to take notes on
As their hands approach the points of the circle, space becomes a bit strange, as if everyone present were drawn towards the circle and ears pop uncomfortably with increasing pressure for a moment, building as their hands struggle through that last bit of space. Contact. Pop! Space bounces back to normal and brilliant light emits from all the lines on the ground and the blackback himself. They begin to shift and mutate, the equations becoming solved, turning to new equations that themselves twist to complete. Math is in motion, there is no stopping it. The skunk falls to his knees, smoldering with energy. With a choked noise, he starts to expand rapidly, fur giving way immediately to immense scales.
Aidan smiles a bit at the mention of the dragon, somehow a bit proud of scales. And he can't but look amused and in awe as the skunk starts to shift and expand, not having ever saw something like this.
After the growing Blackback starts to expand more and more, Monique takes a few steps back, careful to give him room.
Ictus winces as his ears pop and wiggles them to try to sooth them, he blinks as the Blackback starts to shift and mutates
Peril crinches as she watches the transformation take place, forgetting her search for note taking materials and instead clutching at her belly at the mear thought of undergoing such change. the little cat feels distinctly uneasy, her stomach unsettled though she still cant help but watch the whole thing play out
Bite lights up with excitement, realizing what is happening. This may well be worth the lunar fragments. This sort of power would be useful for anyone in need of battle aid, or just looking for power to throw about it seems... this is interesting.
There is little hint that the great creature was once a skunk, except for the fact that its scales retain his old coloring. Now a two story, give or take, tall dragon with black and white scales and a somewhat unsteady footing. Great wings flap with a newness as the reborn dragon orients itself.
"It is done," announces a priest, "Behold the dragon, one of our ancient birthrights." The chalky powder is all gone, consumed in the power of the ritual. "As requested by Peter Blackback," A gesture at the dragon, "A luncheon will be served. Let us allow him time to adjust." Which is polite for show's over, here's some food over there.
Bite approaches the food and studies the dragon from afar, her eyes full of excitement. Something inside her clicks with greed, she wants to obtain such power in the near future. She swallows what she can whole and thinks this over.
The last words, heard before at weddings and events, clicks in Moniques mind, 'Free food!' her mind sings, but first, she gives a bow of her head to the priest and then, of course, to the Dragon.
Ictus stares in awe at the changed skunk and shakes his head before he nods to the priests, and the lucky skunk/dragon
Aidan watches at the dragon with respect, before bowing his head to him and then priests. He doesn't aim for the food, not at first at least... he makes sure that everyone is going smoothly. Then, maybe... well, he was told to patrol the ritual, and the food is part of it.
Peril glared suspiciously at the massive beast as it moved while wondering just how much of the skunk was left if any at all. shaking her head and taking a moment to readjust her shirt that had been unsettled by her nervous movements before turning to look over the gather crowd to gauge their reactions
Once everyone has put some distance, it seems the priests are helping the skunk-dragon(skragon? drakunk?) adjust to his new form. Probably most interesting is the fact that, after some time, the skunk is back in skunk form, shaken, but whole. Clothing is rapidly provided.
