What The Ash Brings

[Rig 17590]

 

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Two solitary figures lurked on the mountaintops, coming to an abrupt halt before an archaic aurum pillar. “It is time,” said Reaver to Azdromoth as he simply dipped his head in agreement. The black-clad Necromancer lifted a hand skywards, gaze falling upon the bones before the altar. He inhaled, brushing his gloved digits along the surface of his right arm -- a silvery hue exuding from his agitated eyes as he blinked. “Summon us in blood, fire, and darkness.”

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Azdromoth cast his hand forwards, a great mass of black fog weaving it betwixt the intricacies of bone. Swallowing the mass of ivory sinew, the dark substance moved outwards to intertwine with the aurum pillar. Reaver exerted more life-force into the ritual, teeth gritting with the effort. The hallowed, ebon-smog concentrated on the brittle bones. Azdromoth maintained the steady life-flow, focus unmarred. Reaver’s thoughts were adrift, before he cast his hands down -- life energies coalescing as the great black fumes embraced the brittle bones. The life-force merged entirely, intertwined with corpse. The winds howled, as though Nature itself cried in dismay. Reaver’s vocals grew immensely strained, skin pale and muscles taut with the effort. “With strange aeons,” spoke the Lord, “even Death may die!” The spectral lights danced, a swift-footed blur. All came to a stop, as the haggard Reaver and his liege lord. Both lowered their hands. Haadi Mubdee rose again, finding his body to be haggard bones, and thence he collapsed from the agony.

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.