Mutant_Lorenor
11-27-10, 11:33 AM
(Venessian you can feel free to assume that you've been training under Lorenor for a long time now)
Within the city of The Forsaken, there was an Arcane Tower. Constructed to suit the needs of The Magi within Lorenor's forces, The High Priest oft visited it's dark halls. Presently, he was overseeing vast projects having to deal with the sciences of Alchemy, Necromancy, and Umbramancy. Lorenor oversaw all the events that occurred in his dark city. With the blessings of The Dark Lady, The Forsaken gathered their might into one fell purpose; appeasing the will of The Dark Lady. Lorenor stood on a platform that overlooked the grand all where their research was occurring. His eyes saw everything within the confines of the grand hall. Dark symbols were placed around the chamber which functioned as wards to repel Makai Slayers.
As the followers of the light could repel Darkness, the followers of the dark could repel Holy. Lorenor's fists were clenched tightly as he read quietly from the pages of The Necronomicon. The dark incantations were necessary to serve as fuel for The Forsaken's projects. The Forsaken mocked the living and were a twisted mirror-reflection of them. Desire fueled The Forsaken, and it was that desire that was evident within the fell rituals that were taking place. Living humans were crying in agony as they were experimented upon, strapped to metal tables in the central most portion of the chamber.
Their cries was like music to Lorenor's senses. Lorenor wore a smile on his face as he read from the books. They were configured in a certain layout in front of The High Priest.
Symbols that were etched on the ground by The High Priest were glowing with tremendous energy. The chamber, as a whole, was lit with a green glow. Glow balls were placed on fixtures all around the chamber that emitted the light. It was not harmful to The Forsaken. Each of the glow balls had a symbol etched upon their surface that glowed brightly like a furnace and enhanced the light that flowed from the small spheres. Energy cascaded from throughout the chamber, across the walls and floors, through each table. Each of the metal slab-like tables were large enough to contain a tall Elf. Some did have Elves strapped to them. There were also cages in the chamber, and those victims who were not strapped to tables were located in their prisons.
The cages dangled from chains that were connected to the ceiling of the chamber. There were no windows as The Forsaken did not like being exposed to sunlight. Long ago, Lorenor had discovered a means that The Forsaken could travel in the daylight hours, but their powers would be greatly weakened. Lorenor had long ago mastered the capacity to become a Daywalker, but he did not like it. So he did it only when it was necessary. As he read from the ritualistic work, several Forsaken worked in front of him upon a fresh sacrifice. She was a virgin sacrifice crucial to the dark craft. The mutant studied her carefully as she was literally dissected open like some twisted science experiment gone awry. Her screams of agony enticed The High Priest, but the sacrifice was not for him. This sacrifice was for N'Jal herself.
Once Lorenor had finished reading the hour had come. All preparations were ready then. The girl's body would be salvaged for ritualistic components key to The Dark Lady's art. Yes, The Forsaken city had become a haven for those with evil hearts...
Including their latest acquisition.
Within the city of The Forsaken, there was an Arcane Tower. Constructed to suit the needs of The Magi within Lorenor's forces, The High Priest oft visited it's dark halls. Presently, he was overseeing vast projects having to deal with the sciences of Alchemy, Necromancy, and Umbramancy. Lorenor oversaw all the events that occurred in his dark city. With the blessings of The Dark Lady, The Forsaken gathered their might into one fell purpose; appeasing the will of The Dark Lady. Lorenor stood on a platform that overlooked the grand all where their research was occurring. His eyes saw everything within the confines of the grand hall. Dark symbols were placed around the chamber which functioned as wards to repel Makai Slayers.
As the followers of the light could repel Darkness, the followers of the dark could repel Holy. Lorenor's fists were clenched tightly as he read quietly from the pages of The Necronomicon. The dark incantations were necessary to serve as fuel for The Forsaken's projects. The Forsaken mocked the living and were a twisted mirror-reflection of them. Desire fueled The Forsaken, and it was that desire that was evident within the fell rituals that were taking place. Living humans were crying in agony as they were experimented upon, strapped to metal tables in the central most portion of the chamber.
Their cries was like music to Lorenor's senses. Lorenor wore a smile on his face as he read from the books. They were configured in a certain layout in front of The High Priest.
Symbols that were etched on the ground by The High Priest were glowing with tremendous energy. The chamber, as a whole, was lit with a green glow. Glow balls were placed on fixtures all around the chamber that emitted the light. It was not harmful to The Forsaken. Each of the glow balls had a symbol etched upon their surface that glowed brightly like a furnace and enhanced the light that flowed from the small spheres. Energy cascaded from throughout the chamber, across the walls and floors, through each table. Each of the metal slab-like tables were large enough to contain a tall Elf. Some did have Elves strapped to them. There were also cages in the chamber, and those victims who were not strapped to tables were located in their prisons.
The cages dangled from chains that were connected to the ceiling of the chamber. There were no windows as The Forsaken did not like being exposed to sunlight. Long ago, Lorenor had discovered a means that The Forsaken could travel in the daylight hours, but their powers would be greatly weakened. Lorenor had long ago mastered the capacity to become a Daywalker, but he did not like it. So he did it only when it was necessary. As he read from the ritualistic work, several Forsaken worked in front of him upon a fresh sacrifice. She was a virgin sacrifice crucial to the dark craft. The mutant studied her carefully as she was literally dissected open like some twisted science experiment gone awry. Her screams of agony enticed The High Priest, but the sacrifice was not for him. This sacrifice was for N'Jal herself.
Once Lorenor had finished reading the hour had come. All preparations were ready then. The girl's body would be salvaged for ritualistic components key to The Dark Lady's art. Yes, The Forsaken city had become a haven for those with evil hearts...
Including their latest acquisition.