Tr1ckY_1337
Star
- Joined
- Jul 16, 2011
- Location
- Shadow Moses Island
The bond between that of a summoned beast and his or her summoner, despite the alignment of said creature, is the most important aspect within the summoning process that cannot be stressed enough!
Magic demanded that anyone participating in a summoning ritual bare that in mind. It was a crucial thing to keep note of, mainly because an unhappy beast that did not care for its summoner would either turn and kill their master or mistress, or leave them to whatever troubles they were meant to face together. And yet, with this warning in mind, so many have fallen to ill fates for not heeding it. Not creature summoned begins with ill will towards their summoner. It is born over time, created with feelings of hate or disgust. Yet treat one with respect, earn its trust, and the beast is a loyal servant that would go into battle willingly and face any fear for the safety of their summoner. This was years and years of trust testimony, legendary beasts summoned and claiming such titles that made the wildest of wild dreams. Amongst the rookies and weaklings, one summoner always came through and displayed the true bond between summoner and summoned.
It was a plentiful year for the kingdom, crops growing in earnest for the farmers who prayed and paid tribute to their gods. The king's men were strong and powerful, claiming victory no matter where they marched and invaded. He was an adventurous man, the king, seeking more and more land, adding more to his wealthy cove of treasure, riches, and jewels. He had a mountain of gold no doubt making a dragon jealous. Heavily guarded, well fortified in a keep within a castle surrounded by a city with well built defenses that made Constantinople envious. And yet he craved more and more still. But, it wasn't all bad for the townsfolk, but wealthy and poor. Even the poorest and the most unlucky had some bit of coin to feed their bellies and get by for a little bit. The streets were clean for the most part, shops a plenty, and guards ever vigilant to deter trouble both within and outside the walls.
However, it would be the princess that would take center stage in this fairy tale, a rebellious little damsel who would no doubt save her own hide if given the chance. Would she possibly be prepared for the fate she would have to take on? No, no lady would. Fate was meant to be written by one's own hands, and she would be no different. She was destined for something else, something greater, the gods were sure of it.
Even now, resting within the void between the mortal realm and immortal realm waited a pair of vicious eyes that looked on through the sea of blackness, already spotting the light of her soul. Was this the one that fate would give him? Or was it the other way around? Did this fiery young lass deserve him? The beast growled lightly, shutting its eyes and awaiting the curtains to unfold and reveal to him the battleground he would be thrust into.
'How annoying.' The beast thought, waiting with much impatience for the ball to roll.
Magic demanded that anyone participating in a summoning ritual bare that in mind. It was a crucial thing to keep note of, mainly because an unhappy beast that did not care for its summoner would either turn and kill their master or mistress, or leave them to whatever troubles they were meant to face together. And yet, with this warning in mind, so many have fallen to ill fates for not heeding it. Not creature summoned begins with ill will towards their summoner. It is born over time, created with feelings of hate or disgust. Yet treat one with respect, earn its trust, and the beast is a loyal servant that would go into battle willingly and face any fear for the safety of their summoner. This was years and years of trust testimony, legendary beasts summoned and claiming such titles that made the wildest of wild dreams. Amongst the rookies and weaklings, one summoner always came through and displayed the true bond between summoner and summoned.
It was a plentiful year for the kingdom, crops growing in earnest for the farmers who prayed and paid tribute to their gods. The king's men were strong and powerful, claiming victory no matter where they marched and invaded. He was an adventurous man, the king, seeking more and more land, adding more to his wealthy cove of treasure, riches, and jewels. He had a mountain of gold no doubt making a dragon jealous. Heavily guarded, well fortified in a keep within a castle surrounded by a city with well built defenses that made Constantinople envious. And yet he craved more and more still. But, it wasn't all bad for the townsfolk, but wealthy and poor. Even the poorest and the most unlucky had some bit of coin to feed their bellies and get by for a little bit. The streets were clean for the most part, shops a plenty, and guards ever vigilant to deter trouble both within and outside the walls.
However, it would be the princess that would take center stage in this fairy tale, a rebellious little damsel who would no doubt save her own hide if given the chance. Would she possibly be prepared for the fate she would have to take on? No, no lady would. Fate was meant to be written by one's own hands, and she would be no different. She was destined for something else, something greater, the gods were sure of it.
Even now, resting within the void between the mortal realm and immortal realm waited a pair of vicious eyes that looked on through the sea of blackness, already spotting the light of her soul. Was this the one that fate would give him? Or was it the other way around? Did this fiery young lass deserve him? The beast growled lightly, shutting its eyes and awaiting the curtains to unfold and reveal to him the battleground he would be thrust into.
'How annoying.' The beast thought, waiting with much impatience for the ball to roll.