Gwindolyn Spiritor
She slips from her lover's embrace. The narbondal, the obelisk her people use as a sort of time keeper, was once more alight. Each day, at the same time, the mage infuses the structure with magicks designed to make it glow. As the day wears on, the magic slowly recedes, and the narbondal dims.
She walks smoothly and quickly through her home. She is naked, but that is not unusual for her. She reaches her private quarters and begins to gather items she needs. Still unclothed, she carries her gathered things, she pads silently to the house shrine to Lloth. The altar is smooth and polished, if bloodstained. The looming half woman, half spider statue with smaller, spider statues about her legs gleams, as if in anticipation. She smiles to them, a smile full of wicked intent and vile adoration. She sets each item on the altar and begins to place them very precisely. One thing, even one out of place, could mean her death. She knows this. She is very meticulous in placement, checking each item several times. She then draws the necessary binding symbols as she lifts up her voice in Ancient elven, the language in which her Goddess may be spoken to.
The Drowess cites her deeds and valors for the Spider Queen. She lists her sacrifices along the way. She pours over the long list of successful campaigns she has fulfilled on behalf the Chaotic goddess. She then begins to demand her heart be tested once more, to be found true and loyal to Lloth. She begins to claim rewards based upon being found in favor.
She finishes her prayer and lifts her dagger. She opens her flesh to pour her own life onto the altar as she begins the incantations, the ones that will call forth the demon. She uses her training, her cadence and tone precise, lest she casts the spell too soon. Carefully, she starts to string the spell together, for the first time in a very long time. Focus must be absolute now. As she nears the end of the spell, she triggers her own defenses and blanks out her mind completely.
She finishes the ancient phrases and feels the power surge into the room, the symbols and binding circle lighting up the room in chaotic glory. She steps back as a darkness boils into the circle, filling it. The shadows never take shape, but the eyes appear, and the growl fills the room. She speaks the demon's real name, binding it to her control, the demon thrashing against the holding spell. She smiles smugly: her work was perfect.
She speaks in the language the demon knows, the grueling hours of language lessons flooding back to her mind. She gives him her orders: "Spread chaos, pain and destruction across the lands, starting in Alqualonde. Then seek out that which is called the Undying Lands"
She rips open a passage through the abyss. She speaks his name once more so that his entire being could feel the pull she now had on him. "Be free to sow these seeds, but know who binds you now."
She then breaks the spell by moving one object. The darkness lunges at her but stops short, as if hitting a magic shield. It was the power of his name, the unseen leash kicking in. The darkness growls and howls. She only points to the rift opened. The demon obeys and heads to do as she has bid.
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She walks smoothly and quickly through her home. She is naked, but that is not unusual for her. She reaches her private quarters and begins to gather items she needs. Still unclothed, she carries her gathered things, she pads silently to the house shrine to Lloth. The altar is smooth and polished, if bloodstained. The looming half woman, half spider statue with smaller, spider statues about her legs gleams, as if in anticipation. She smiles to them, a smile full of wicked intent and vile adoration. She sets each item on the altar and begins to place them very precisely. One thing, even one out of place, could mean her death. She knows this. She is very meticulous in placement, checking each item several times. She then draws the necessary binding symbols as she lifts up her voice in Ancient elven, the language in which her Goddess may be spoken to.
The Drowess cites her deeds and valors for the Spider Queen. She lists her sacrifices along the way. She pours over the long list of successful campaigns she has fulfilled on behalf the Chaotic goddess. She then begins to demand her heart be tested once more, to be found true and loyal to Lloth. She begins to claim rewards based upon being found in favor.
She finishes her prayer and lifts her dagger. She opens her flesh to pour her own life onto the altar as she begins the incantations, the ones that will call forth the demon. She uses her training, her cadence and tone precise, lest she casts the spell too soon. Carefully, she starts to string the spell together, for the first time in a very long time. Focus must be absolute now. As she nears the end of the spell, she triggers her own defenses and blanks out her mind completely.
She finishes the ancient phrases and feels the power surge into the room, the symbols and binding circle lighting up the room in chaotic glory. She steps back as a darkness boils into the circle, filling it. The shadows never take shape, but the eyes appear, and the growl fills the room. She speaks the demon's real name, binding it to her control, the demon thrashing against the holding spell. She smiles smugly: her work was perfect.
She speaks in the language the demon knows, the grueling hours of language lessons flooding back to her mind. She gives him her orders: "Spread chaos, pain and destruction across the lands, starting in Alqualonde. Then seek out that which is called the Undying Lands"
She rips open a passage through the abyss. She speaks his name once more so that his entire being could feel the pull she now had on him. "Be free to sow these seeds, but know who binds you now."
She then breaks the spell by moving one object. The darkness lunges at her but stops short, as if hitting a magic shield. It was the power of his name, the unseen leash kicking in. The darkness growls and howls. She only points to the rift opened. The demon obeys and heads to do as she has bid.
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