LordLuck
The Wicked Historian
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The room was dark.
It had been quite some time since the young Rajoth had hammered the idea into his mind, and took his every efford to focus on it; and today, exactly at this moment, he would be engaging into the complex rituals that demanded his complete attention. For Rajoth was ambitious. Rajoth was Power-Hungry. And Rajoth was a naive, foolish and reckless apprentice.
His Mistress, the experient woman who he had known for years only as Mistress and no other name beyond that, had been mining his powers. Preventing him from reaching his full capabilities with her warning and fears. Or so, the stubborn Rajoth though about the woman that had gladly taken him to learn how to be a dedicated and mighty spellcaster. But he was inpatient as every one that had acess to knowledge, but could not practice freely - recklessly - upon it. The boundaries he should not cross angered the young man, but now, he would cross them.
Many rules he would be breaking tonight, but he was prepared. He had been busy by almost a month now, preparing for the complex ritual that was now taking place into his own, personal quarters. The room was dark, wide and tall, it's walls covered by bookcases of by hanging, drapped curtains of dark crimson, it's air filled with the scent of burning incense. There was a single, canopy bed on one wall, and a simple desk with many bottles and alchemycal apparatus. But the stone floor had been cleaned from rugs, leaving a wide space were Rajoth had chalked signs and arcane runes in a circular pattern, interwined by thin lines of enchanted ash and dust.
And now, he singed. He singed in a transe, his mind completely taken by the words he had awaited so long to utter. It had been difficult to locate the fiend he was currently trying to bring into the world, but he had found it. It was almost unpronounceable, but it was clear enough it was a beast of great power, a presence as ancient as the Stars and whose power would surpass even his Mistress' tenfold.
Power he hungered after. Power he craved. Power he would do anything... ANYTHING to achieve.
The room was dark.
It had been quite some time since the young Rajoth had hammered the idea into his mind, and took his every efford to focus on it; and today, exactly at this moment, he would be engaging into the complex rituals that demanded his complete attention. For Rajoth was ambitious. Rajoth was Power-Hungry. And Rajoth was a naive, foolish and reckless apprentice.
His Mistress, the experient woman who he had known for years only as Mistress and no other name beyond that, had been mining his powers. Preventing him from reaching his full capabilities with her warning and fears. Or so, the stubborn Rajoth though about the woman that had gladly taken him to learn how to be a dedicated and mighty spellcaster. But he was inpatient as every one that had acess to knowledge, but could not practice freely - recklessly - upon it. The boundaries he should not cross angered the young man, but now, he would cross them.
Many rules he would be breaking tonight, but he was prepared. He had been busy by almost a month now, preparing for the complex ritual that was now taking place into his own, personal quarters. The room was dark, wide and tall, it's walls covered by bookcases of by hanging, drapped curtains of dark crimson, it's air filled with the scent of burning incense. There was a single, canopy bed on one wall, and a simple desk with many bottles and alchemycal apparatus. But the stone floor had been cleaned from rugs, leaving a wide space were Rajoth had chalked signs and arcane runes in a circular pattern, interwined by thin lines of enchanted ash and dust.
And now, he singed. He singed in a transe, his mind completely taken by the words he had awaited so long to utter. It had been difficult to locate the fiend he was currently trying to bring into the world, but he had found it. It was almost unpronounceable, but it was clear enough it was a beast of great power, a presence as ancient as the Stars and whose power would surpass even his Mistress' tenfold.
Power he hungered after. Power he craved. Power he would do anything... ANYTHING to achieve.