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Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- The Pits of California
Deep in the woods, there stands a house on a hill, surrounded by the trees. Within its rotting walls, a dark ritual is about to take place of which no human should ever dare attempt. There is a man who has lost his innocence and peaceful way of life. For him, there is only one dream left for him. Revenge. It is his one and only motivation for continuing to exist in this world as he is. Since his youth, it has driven him to many specific arts of magic. For those who can achieve mastery over these arts are given the title 'Sorcerer'. They are meant to use their powers for the benefit on mankind, but for this particular individual, mankind has become irrelevant to him. That's why he stole the book. The book of Summoning. Within its pages lay the specific order of words to bring about beings that are spoken of only in legends and should never exist in this world due to their dark upbringing. But, for the young man, this power is necessary to carry out his task. For what power is greater than that of a demon?
The setup is atypical of a ritualistic summoning. A pentagram, drawn in the dust of ground bones, is meticulously placed along the floor, each point adorned with a candle who's wicks burn with a particular incense. The smell is thick and and the smoke slowly climbs to the ceiling, giving the room a particular aura about it. At the base, sits the man, legs folded, the book in his lap and opened to the specific pages he marked to read. At his side, his staff, carved from a magical branch and able to amplify the Sorcerer's specific abilities. He gave a brief glance to the stick, knowing that if something went wrong with this summoning, he might need to use it at a moments notice. Fortunately, he took care to make every detail laid out in the book as precise as possible so that there would be no mistakes, no errors, no failures.
He turns back to the pentagram once more, his eyes locked on the center. He clenches his fists a bit, his whole body tense in anticipation for what he was about to do. This is what he studied all those years for. All for this moment. If it succeeded, it would be a big step forward in his grand scheme for revenge. Preparing his body one last time, he turns to the words in the book and begins to read. It is an ancient language, one that the tongue of the normal man could not understand except through years of study. To translate, the words read as followed: "Come forth, demon of the underworld. A mortal calls you to this plane, to offer you life and freedom. See the path and approach with pride, doing your will upon the world!"
The setup is atypical of a ritualistic summoning. A pentagram, drawn in the dust of ground bones, is meticulously placed along the floor, each point adorned with a candle who's wicks burn with a particular incense. The smell is thick and and the smoke slowly climbs to the ceiling, giving the room a particular aura about it. At the base, sits the man, legs folded, the book in his lap and opened to the specific pages he marked to read. At his side, his staff, carved from a magical branch and able to amplify the Sorcerer's specific abilities. He gave a brief glance to the stick, knowing that if something went wrong with this summoning, he might need to use it at a moments notice. Fortunately, he took care to make every detail laid out in the book as precise as possible so that there would be no mistakes, no errors, no failures.
He turns back to the pentagram once more, his eyes locked on the center. He clenches his fists a bit, his whole body tense in anticipation for what he was about to do. This is what he studied all those years for. All for this moment. If it succeeded, it would be a big step forward in his grand scheme for revenge. Preparing his body one last time, he turns to the words in the book and begins to read. It is an ancient language, one that the tongue of the normal man could not understand except through years of study. To translate, the words read as followed: "Come forth, demon of the underworld. A mortal calls you to this plane, to offer you life and freedom. See the path and approach with pride, doing your will upon the world!"