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[ Adel's been prepping this for a while now--ever since Robin interrupted his first attempt at completing a summoning circle. But now the demigod isn't here and after over a week of dragging that giant rock around the castle's perimeter he's got one very, very large sigil:
Of course he couldn't drag the boulder through the building or certain structures, but he's taken the extra step to line the sigil with the bones of the dead several feet beneath the ground to follow the entire expanse. And each piece has been carefully charged with just a bit of his power to help boost the spell's potency.
So now Adel stands on a large fifth-floor balcony, hands held at his sides and clenched into fists. He can do this, there's nothing that can go wrong... He's locked the doors to the balcony and moved the stone bench in front of them just in case after all. But still he worries--about Robin, about Coil his fellow Necromancer, about Euri...
No. He purses his lips and draws his hands up before him resolutely. He has to do this. Time may not pass in this world like it does in his own but the thought of trying to live here peacefully while Matthew is left alone, unprotected in his is unbearable. Maddening even.
Adel's fingers poise themselves, spread apart and held fast as he readies himself. Like conducting an orchestra his arms move; slowly drawing themselves up and to the sides. For a second there's a neon-purple spark--and then another, and another...and the temperature around him suddenly drops to a biting chill. Steadily the same crackles of energy form a thin outline around his form, pulsing as he draws more and more energy into himself. The chill gets worse and worse but Adel doesn't shiver; forces himself not to as he reaches for the ley lines of the sigil he's dug, fingers moving as they play an invisibly symphony to the dead.
His eyes shoot open, wide and glowing the same color as the energy that crackles around him as the power he gathered suddenly shoots toward him, jolt his limbs and surging around the sigil.
And then the sky darkens. Dark clouds roll in and paint the entire expanse black, vivid blue replaced by sickly grays and blacks. The chill spreads all over the castle now; frigid and unrelenting no matter what cover one decides to take. It's more than just cold though--it's unnatural. Wrong.
Very, very wrong.
But it's at that moment that Adel begins the accursed Incantations his spell requires. There's a gut-wrenching feeling of pain and nausea as he pulls on the tribute--his soul. But it's the same pain he feels every time so he pushes through it, chanting louder, pulling harder, forcing his will to hold the flow of incredible power steady. He's never dealt with anything of this magnitude before; it's a spell meant to raise armies of the dead from the beyond--not to summon one from another reality entirely. But damned if he's going to give up so he keeps pushing and pulling, straining himself.
When a thick smog suddenly begins to fall from the sky onto the castle ground before him he can't help but let hope bubble within him--this is it. A gate to the Realm of the Dead--something that connects to his world for sure. He just needs to keep pulling, keep calling out to it. Picture Matthew, picture pulling him through...
The smoke begins to form a gate now, a tall structure with a single large arc. Each pillar of support is formed of twisted black obsidian, jagged and rough. At their feet the ground wilts and turns black, grass withered and drained of life. He just needs a bit more now...he's almost there!
There's beads of sweat on his brow now from the strain and he has to force his legs not to buckle. He feels hollow, gouged out and empty... He needs more power.
He begins drawing more of it out of his sigil as his arms shake and tremble. He just needs to grab a bit...more...
Thump-thump.
That was...a pulse. His pulse, why--
Adel doesn't get more than a second to be confused by the phenomena before his body suddenly feels like it's on fire. Too much energy is pouring into him, electrocuting his nerves and freezing his body. But why--?? He didn't charge this much into the bones, so how--?
Another sudden jolt makes him yell out in agony as his eyes blaze bright--too bright. Everywhere around him the energy is crackling in flurries of sparks. They don't burn him but he almost wished they had; surely it should have hurt less. There's no controlling the energy that's suddenly pouring out of nowhere--he can't get enough of a handle on it to channel anything. The sigil on the ground is burning as bright as he is, singeing the ground and sucking life out of the surrounding area as it spreads its taint.
There's too much, it's going to overload--
And then it does. ]
[ The ground actually shakes as the bones beneath suddenly jerk and twist out of alignment, some shooting out of the ground while others twist themselves into shards. The sky crackles with energy and the clouded gate begins to crumble and break, crashing into the ground and vanishing. Great pieces shatter like they were made of glass, sucking life out of every part they touch.
And then the great instigator himself collapses as one final surge shoves him down, crackles of purple energy clinging to him as blackened marks come to life against his skin; the very same ones that belong to his curse.
As the blackened clouds slowly begin to dissipate the chill recedes too--all but from the immediate area surrounding Adel's limp form. ]
[ ooc; HELL YEAH TRYING TO SUMMON YOUR DEAD FRIEND THROUGH DIMENSIONS. always the best idea.
You can threadhop or tag or makes your own threads if you want IT'S ALL GOOD. ]
Of course he couldn't drag the boulder through the building or certain structures, but he's taken the extra step to line the sigil with the bones of the dead several feet beneath the ground to follow the entire expanse. And each piece has been carefully charged with just a bit of his power to help boost the spell's potency.
So now Adel stands on a large fifth-floor balcony, hands held at his sides and clenched into fists. He can do this, there's nothing that can go wrong... He's locked the doors to the balcony and moved the stone bench in front of them just in case after all. But still he worries--about Robin, about Coil his fellow Necromancer, about Euri...
No. He purses his lips and draws his hands up before him resolutely. He has to do this. Time may not pass in this world like it does in his own but the thought of trying to live here peacefully while Matthew is left alone, unprotected in his is unbearable. Maddening even.
Adel's fingers poise themselves, spread apart and held fast as he readies himself. Like conducting an orchestra his arms move; slowly drawing themselves up and to the sides. For a second there's a neon-purple spark--and then another, and another...and the temperature around him suddenly drops to a biting chill. Steadily the same crackles of energy form a thin outline around his form, pulsing as he draws more and more energy into himself. The chill gets worse and worse but Adel doesn't shiver; forces himself not to as he reaches for the ley lines of the sigil he's dug, fingers moving as they play an invisibly symphony to the dead.
His eyes shoot open, wide and glowing the same color as the energy that crackles around him as the power he gathered suddenly shoots toward him, jolt his limbs and surging around the sigil.
And then the sky darkens. Dark clouds roll in and paint the entire expanse black, vivid blue replaced by sickly grays and blacks. The chill spreads all over the castle now; frigid and unrelenting no matter what cover one decides to take. It's more than just cold though--it's unnatural. Wrong.
Very, very wrong.
But it's at that moment that Adel begins the accursed Incantations his spell requires. There's a gut-wrenching feeling of pain and nausea as he pulls on the tribute--his soul. But it's the same pain he feels every time so he pushes through it, chanting louder, pulling harder, forcing his will to hold the flow of incredible power steady. He's never dealt with anything of this magnitude before; it's a spell meant to raise armies of the dead from the beyond--not to summon one from another reality entirely. But damned if he's going to give up so he keeps pushing and pulling, straining himself.
When a thick smog suddenly begins to fall from the sky onto the castle ground before him he can't help but let hope bubble within him--this is it. A gate to the Realm of the Dead--something that connects to his world for sure. He just needs to keep pulling, keep calling out to it. Picture Matthew, picture pulling him through...
The smoke begins to form a gate now, a tall structure with a single large arc. Each pillar of support is formed of twisted black obsidian, jagged and rough. At their feet the ground wilts and turns black, grass withered and drained of life. He just needs a bit more now...he's almost there!
There's beads of sweat on his brow now from the strain and he has to force his legs not to buckle. He feels hollow, gouged out and empty... He needs more power.
He begins drawing more of it out of his sigil as his arms shake and tremble. He just needs to grab a bit...more...
Thump-thump.
That was...a pulse. His pulse, why--
Adel doesn't get more than a second to be confused by the phenomena before his body suddenly feels like it's on fire. Too much energy is pouring into him, electrocuting his nerves and freezing his body. But why--?? He didn't charge this much into the bones, so how--?
Another sudden jolt makes him yell out in agony as his eyes blaze bright--too bright. Everywhere around him the energy is crackling in flurries of sparks. They don't burn him but he almost wished they had; surely it should have hurt less. There's no controlling the energy that's suddenly pouring out of nowhere--he can't get enough of a handle on it to channel anything. The sigil on the ground is burning as bright as he is, singeing the ground and sucking life out of the surrounding area as it spreads its taint.
There's too much, it's going to overload--
And then it does. ]
[ The ground actually shakes as the bones beneath suddenly jerk and twist out of alignment, some shooting out of the ground while others twist themselves into shards. The sky crackles with energy and the clouded gate begins to crumble and break, crashing into the ground and vanishing. Great pieces shatter like they were made of glass, sucking life out of every part they touch.
And then the great instigator himself collapses as one final surge shoves him down, crackles of purple energy clinging to him as blackened marks come to life against his skin; the very same ones that belong to his curse.
As the blackened clouds slowly begin to dissipate the chill recedes too--all but from the immediate area surrounding Adel's limp form. ]
[ ooc; HELL YEAH TRYING TO SUMMON YOUR DEAD FRIEND THROUGH DIMENSIONS. always the best idea.
You can threadhop or tag or makes your own threads if you want IT'S ALL GOOD. ]