TheLoyalAcorn
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Raebyrn grimaced, as he watched his most recent... summons die at a small hamlet. They didn't heed his words and treated this like a great adventure. Thier skulls would adorn the palisade outside the towns wall and much to Raebyrn's scorn a constant reminder of a failure.
"I told you they would die." Lyian spoke as glided across the room. He crossed his arms as he watched the beyonders meet their fate. A look of disgust crossed his face. "Didn't you tell them not to go to Equitor?" Raebyrn grunted in response before pushing past Lyian. He grabbed a box full of chalks on his way out to the main room.
The main room was large with a domed ceiling. Book cases were shoved aside to allow space for a large magical ritual drawn in chalk on the cold stone floor. The ritual was drawn in a pentagram. Raebyrn walked to each of the five points to wipe away old symbols with new ones with a plethora of color and new chalk. All the while Lyian spoke.
"Summoning another group won't help. Few can survive our world if you haven't noticed. A group of those from our world usually end with violence trying to kill one another.... I'll give them 2 days no wait 3!" The barrage of complaints the mage worked uninhibited as he made precise strokes and sketches before speaking as he finished.
"My friend" Raebyrn placed a hand on Lyian's shoulder. "Have faith in me hmmm? We're here aren't we?" Lyian rolled his eyes as he walked away and grapped a soul stone from a table and tossed it to Raebyrn who deftly caught it. A smile crossed his lips as he gently placed it in the center of the circle. "Last one Rae"
"Then we better.... make... it count" Raebyrn paused each time to whisper or draw a new rune. He carefully walked out the summoning circle. The moment his feet crossed the boundary he saw the circle glow and change colors. A wind entered the room as Raebyrn smiled. Lyian only scoffed and leaned against the table waiting for the new 5 heroes to appear.
For the pair this was another mark on a dozens of summons. For the world, this was the mark on the annuals of history. For our heroes this was end of their lives as they knew it.
"I told you they would die." Lyian spoke as glided across the room. He crossed his arms as he watched the beyonders meet their fate. A look of disgust crossed his face. "Didn't you tell them not to go to Equitor?" Raebyrn grunted in response before pushing past Lyian. He grabbed a box full of chalks on his way out to the main room.
The main room was large with a domed ceiling. Book cases were shoved aside to allow space for a large magical ritual drawn in chalk on the cold stone floor. The ritual was drawn in a pentagram. Raebyrn walked to each of the five points to wipe away old symbols with new ones with a plethora of color and new chalk. All the while Lyian spoke.
"Summoning another group won't help. Few can survive our world if you haven't noticed. A group of those from our world usually end with violence trying to kill one another.... I'll give them 2 days no wait 3!" The barrage of complaints the mage worked uninhibited as he made precise strokes and sketches before speaking as he finished.
"My friend" Raebyrn placed a hand on Lyian's shoulder. "Have faith in me hmmm? We're here aren't we?" Lyian rolled his eyes as he walked away and grapped a soul stone from a table and tossed it to Raebyrn who deftly caught it. A smile crossed his lips as he gently placed it in the center of the circle. "Last one Rae"
"Then we better.... make... it count" Raebyrn paused each time to whisper or draw a new rune. He carefully walked out the summoning circle. The moment his feet crossed the boundary he saw the circle glow and change colors. A wind entered the room as Raebyrn smiled. Lyian only scoffed and leaned against the table waiting for the new 5 heroes to appear.
For the pair this was another mark on a dozens of summons. For the world, this was the mark on the annuals of history. For our heroes this was end of their lives as they knew it.
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