Nozgoth 2901 Share Posted July 20, 2021 Spoiler Let it be known that the happenings of the following post are known by very few in roleplay. (Don't meta) THEN SPAKE THE SPIRIT Down, below the wretched tower and its workings was a cellar, sheltered deep within the earth by eternities of rock and dirt. It took what felt like centuries of descent to reach, and each stair step of stone only got colder and smoother the further one went. The Philosopher rushed down, a tray of vials and jars in his hands as he did and within a few moments he reached the cellar. But he was trailed by some foreign person, mysterious in nature and curious in mind - feasibly, he too could work with THE SPOKEN SPIRIT. The cellar was but a shell of the pompous and pristine thing that The Philosopher once worked with. Perhaps that nature was fragmented, split and splintered, for there was no courteous bow, there was no dip of the head and flaunt of his hands - his opulence had all but remained, left behind in a previous life in another age. Perhaps such a thing had been ABSOLVED? Then, some long discussion occurred between the two in the old cellar, shackled by cobwebs which further gave way to a disheveled appearance for the room. And then once more ‘The Philosopher’ began his work, though now it would be more appropriate to name himself something else; for there would be no philosophy here… philosophy requires order, deep ponderance, and wisdom. This was something far different - yes - there would be no other word to describe it than MADNESS. So the madness ensued, vigorously did chants flee the winding corridors of the cellar, nigh vigorous enough to breach the chasmic gap between him and The World’s surface. And they only grew more profound by the moment, rocking the room itself as a divine humming began to occur, further adding to what seemed to be a sacrament unspoken in ages. THEN SPAKE THE SPIRIT; “AB ORIGINE, ABSIT INIURIA, ABSIT INVIDIA, AB UNO DISCE OMNES, ABYSSUS ABYSSUM INVOCAT, A CAPITE AD CALCEM, ACTA NON VERBA, AD ALTIORA TENDO, AD ASTRA, AD FONTES!” boomed THE MADDENED, his word the word of GOD. Some ILL-FATED RITUAL took place in that cellar, twisting and contorting flesh took shape and what hadn’t been done in long ages finally befell once more. And this would only be THE FIRST of many, these words were only the first words that THE SPIRIT spoke. Spoiler the head bites the tail 26 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6347 Share Posted July 20, 2021 Some loathsome mutt might flatten its ears 'gainst its skull, grumbling as it was subject to the rambling cacophony of tormented souls... "In death, we find another kind of life..." Spoiler Noz what the **** is this schizoposting that you've done 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The King Of The Moon 5154 Share Posted July 20, 2021 Sir Vulpe Hazmezul does and says nothing in response for he is not one of the lucky few privy to such information. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TreeSmoothie 4947 Share Posted July 21, 2021 Spoiler spank the spirit Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Qizu 4039 Share Posted July 21, 2021 Sir Tobias de Sarkozy hopes that the philosopher is doing well after they had met, but has no idea nevertheless. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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