Forgotten world where legends are born…
L.A.M.E.N.T.S . O.F . T.H.E . F.O.R.G.O.T.T.E.N
Writers : Adrin & Amajara (Severce) and Teki (CharlotteCarrendar.)
Amojana bore her fury, enraged and fierce she beheld herself within the opulent fumes of fires held deep down within the very heart of Ayenee itself. The first of the Astral Twelve would be given her appeasement, the demanded sacrifice for her loyalty and the pledge of her legion. Upon the offering of the heart for a moment the chamber went silent, the flaming boulders being pushed up halted within their paths and the glowing eyes of the fiend focused upon the priestess and the altar. [Conversion of Construct] The artistry of the weave grew momentarily lax as the constructs were shifted within another direction, pulsating streams of energy that had coursed the ash clouds slipped back into the open maw of the volcano and sunk back beneath the bubbling mantle which would hold it until it would emerge beneath the pit of Amojara. The glphys upon her brilliant headdress illuminated as the energy was redirected through them. The offered heart would lift from the hands of the priestess and rise into the open chamber, as it moved towards the fiend it seemed to vaporize in the air, turning to a reddish mist which flooded up her nostrils. The sacrifice had been accepted.
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Upon the altar, the body of the fallen nurse cooked within the rising flames – sizzling and popping like some kind of meat tossed upon the grill for consumption It was only moments before it too was entangled within the gyrating energies of the fiend, torn to shreds and vaporized into a blackish mist. Amojara could detect truth within the declaration of the priestess. Adrin had returned to Ayenee. [Blessing of Amojara - The Dawning of Teki] The fiend’s position within the column sunk as that her eyes became level with those of the priestess who served the Eitan. The swords slipped from the clutches of the manifestation’s tentacles as her voice thundered within her chamber, it was so loud that it would be heard across the entire island.
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“Upon my altar you laid your gift, it is the Eitan you serve and that shall be sealed now within these flames.” Some of the converted energies from the rain of fire were brought to use, flowing bluish flames licked within the air, spreading apart as they flowed towards Teki. “In shown loyalty and wisdom, it shall be you who stands now as High Priestess of this island…” The bluish flames caused the air itself to distort as if gaseous fumes were present as it moved to wash over Teki. The flames would bestow upon her the ability to summon the fiend and her legion in battle and in defense of the island or any other asset of the one they both served. “As I have before, I will stand to assist the Eitan and their kind.” The temperament of the fiend began to change, and as it did – so did her appearance.
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[Conversion of Construct - Transformation] The rancid tentacles with hungry maws seemed to wilt and wither like dying flowers, falling away from the form of the fiend as she begun to undergo a massive transformation. That which had beheld fury still did so but within the confines of a form that was much more appealing. Armored surfaces bled and dripped down into the molten pools below as to expose the milky white porcelain of flawless feminine physique. The seize of the being itself decreased, bones and armored surfaces snapping and popping as to adjust to the new form. Dirty blonde locks befell where serpentine tongues had once tasted upon the air and fell to frame a youthful and graceful face. One wing retained it’s feathered appearance, but softened while the other lost it’s plumage and became rubbery and stretched beholding similarity to that of a demon. The flames danced around this new form, turning blue as those which had been utilized to bless the now High Priestess.
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One of the rocks which had been hovering crumbled away to reveal a staff, the ancient weapon having been contained there under Amojara’s care for centuries. It was metallic, made of an unknown ore that bore close resemblance to atlanteaum and niranium. The top of it was comprised of a massive inset red gem which internally blazed with the flames or Morsoram itself. It would give it’s new bearer the ability to access the secured quintessent nodes around the island for utilization in weaving no matter how far away they traveled. Amojara presented it as a gift to the new High Priestess, awaiting her words.
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Teki Bonebard
The heart of Innocence beat continually even after it had left the body cold and lifeless upon the altar of Amojara. Teki’s faith in the ritual of the Book of Qu’eall gave her strength in this critical moment. Hands held aloft, cupped to show the offerings to Amojara were stained with the crimson blood of the nurse. Just as Teki had been given to Adrin from her own people in selfless sacrifice, so to the nurse was the offering to sate the Fiend on behalf of Morsoram. With the chaos of destruction rising and falling all around, the very cavern unstable and only held together by Amojara’s will, that failure to appease, would mean the end of all. The heart rose, high before Amojara, only to dissolve into a fine mist, and be inhaled into Amojara’s nostrils. To bear witness lifted Teki’s spirits; which soared like an eagle in flight about the fire filled tomb. The eruptions, and the rise of rock ceased, as the body of the nurse was incinerated; burnt beyond recognition. The ritual complete. A sigh of relief escaped her full lips, and the Priestess lowered her arms to her side, but did not turn to leave, for she wished to hear the Fiend of Morsoram speak of what this meant for the return of the Son; Adrin Eitan.
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In a voice so loud, that it would be heard right across the island, Amojara made her decree known:
“Upon my altar you laid your gift, it is the Eitan you serve and that shall be sealed now within these flames.”
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The rain of fire that had been the backdrop to the anger of Amojara, super heated to the brightest blue, and through the Fiend’s decree, it swept across the cavern, like the deep blue waves that crash upon the craggy shore line. This same blue flame held within it a gift of power that would become evident in the days that followed. Teki did not serve to be bestowed with power and gifts. The Priestess was spiritually in tune with the elements that made up the land and the sea; she could hear the cry of a dead man’s blood that had seeped into the earth. It was how she knew that Adrin’s blood had been spilt and started the chain reaction to awaken those that were frozen in sleep beneath the temple. The blue flames charged and it’s gasses swept around Teki’s form, bathing her. The Priestess’s dark tresses teased by the super heated air, gently teased around her face, as though Amojara herself was reaching out to caress the Priestess with invisible fingers.
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”As I have before, I will stand to assist the Eitan and their kind.”
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Truth in her pledge to serve the Eitan, just as she had done for thousands of years was reaffirmed; since Teki made the trek down to the inner chamber and stood without fear of death to carry out Adrin’s wishes to the letter. Amojara and Teki were now bound together, for the ritual meant Teki’s ascension to the order of High Priestess of the Island. Amojara and her legions would follow Teki into battle when called upon. Teki could not contain the broad smile, watching Amojara shifting forms, from the grotesque, tentacle waving beast, to that of a beautiful blonde maiden. Youthful and gracious in appearance, with milky white skin, and fine bone structure, she was in fact the opposite of Teki, who was a darker complexion, her body heavily decorated with tribal tattoos and markings made by the Shayman on her reaching of age. Not as tall as the newly formed Amojara, but with a full figure, that was typical of her kin. Built for speed; muscular and well toned. The High Priestess was not timid, approaching Amojara; her bare feet padding across the rock flooring around the altar.
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As the rock broke to reveal the gift that Amojara wished to bestow upon Teki, the High Priestess removed a necklace that she had worn around her neck, that carried an amethyst gemstone. Carved and shaped by the skilled jeweler of her people, Teki placed it over the head of Amojara; a token that Teki would give part of herself, to the Fiend of Morsoram. An exchange of gifts, to the other, and Amojara handed over the ancient staff that had been in Amojara’s care for thousands of years. Entrusting this weapon to the High Priestess to unlock the secured quintessent nodes around the island to help weave, no matter how far away she was from her island home. Fingers curled around the metallic staff, the red jewel that sat in the head of the staff shone brightly, as though acknowledging acceptance for the new owner. Teki’s path to serve Adrin was almost complete, for now she must return to his side back in the medical facility. Ready to wield the staff, and protect the people that served under the banner of Eitan.
