Post by Sahir Masbrati on Jan 17, 2013 5:15:12 GMT -5
Sahir moved through the dank and blackened hallway with an irritation in her eyes. Seemingly boundless in scope the strangeness of its existence was lessened, given that she'd faced it once before. Moving towards a massive mural that stood hundreds of feet tall she did not let her gaze move elsewhere, be it to the pillars of onyx that hung worthlessly supporting nothing but the space above her, or the seemingly endless realm of shifting colours and mass that seemed to sing a haunting foreign chorus beneath her. While before it had been a nightmare to her, now it was an interruption to carrying for Dral. Whatever it was that the Mistress of Ages wanted, she'd hoped it was brief.
As she at last approached the towering mural the fleeting glimpses of strange hieroglyphs and symbols seemed to shine, as if an invisible source of light brought them to her sight. Images of men and women prostrated before unusual forms, scenes of death and sex and violence were each framed along the massive wall, and while she'd never bothered with it, Sahir failed to see that a history was placed before her, of time long since past and years still yet to come. Instead she only placed her palm against the wall and pushed, it's weight yielding as the being on the other side allowed her entry into her sanctum.
"Come, dear Unashue. Come sweet child." A melodious voice called her from beyond, and with it Sahir, the God Slayer, moved inside.
Whilst the walls of the hallway were nonexistent, the sanctum was indeed built to mimic a normal room, though it's limits looked to stretch miles in all directions. In every direction massive shelves towered and stretched to the limits of human visions and beyond, each filled with texts and scrolls and all manners of written works, including even some stone inscriptions. Within its centre, past where the shelves ended a winding row of cracked platforms hovered in the air, creating a spiral staircase to a gilded throne. A woman, or at least what Sahir thought to be a woman, sat awkwardly in it, her legs crossed upon its one arm while she arched her back against the other.
The Mistress of Ages wore a long, flowing dress that seemed to be made of the same images that danced outside the realm in the hallway, a blend of blackness and flecks of light that danced and sparkled to the wonderment of those that gazed upon it. Only the stark contrast of her silver skin that peaked seductively out of the occasional split in its fabric was enough to break one from the dress' look, as modesty was clearly something it had no interest in protecting.
Setting a large tome down against her throne she slipped from it's embrace and walked towards Sahir, each piece of the floating architecture floating before her to pave a path down to the awaiting Tuonian.
"My dear, come. Rest. The day has taken its toll on you." The Mistress' beauteous features twisted to a look of concern, though her voice did not change one bit to reflect it. By her command a set of the floating platforms moved behind her to form a wide love seat.
"It's taken a far worse toll on Dral, whom I should be with now. Why have you brought me here when I'm needed more by others?" Sahir remained standing, staring into the pitch blackness of her eyes.
"Please, dear Unashue, your pet is in the best of hands, and it is you who needs me most of all this moment. No harm shall come to him, that is if you heed the words I am to pass to you." Indeed, the phrase was enough to give her Sahir's undivided attention. The Mistress paused midway down the steps, watching as Sahir finally took the seat before continuing. "Your world faces a coming storm of change, one that you have not yet faced before, and yet, this terror of times shall be to you the end of your journey."
"What? You mean..." Sahir slid to the edge of her seat, joy and surprise pooling in her eyes.
"Yes. Once these times have come to pass, you shall fulfill your quest and your family will be returned to you." Moving to the stable floor she extended her hand outwards. As if tugging on an invisible thread the room flew past them both till with a jerk of motion they stopped in front of one of the many many shelves.
"Is that what that light meant? What happened? Why did Umbravox glow after the explosion?" Sahir thirsted for an explanation. While the agreement before had been explained to her her first time to the Sanctum, never before had the Mistress of Ages ever given her any sort of details besides the last words she'd spoken to her;
"Vanquish the works of Gods, and punish those that abuse the artifacts of magic. Then shall the contract be complete."
"Hush, child. All shall be explained." Reaching for a thick scroll that was nestled against a pile of books the silvered lady handled it delicately, holding it with the same look of fondness that came over her whenever she took any of the writings in her hand. The look lasted only a moment before she handed it to Sahir. "Within this scroll lies all that you need know about your task, as well as the knowledge you'll need to use Umbravox as it is now."
"You have done as I have asked, and have survived the wrath of the Gods themselves." With another motion she snapped them back to the chamber's centre while Sahir thumbed open the scroll, peeking at the first few words before the Mistress placed a cautious hand upon it, stopping her for the time being. "Umbravox took within it the pinnacle of the Gods' magic itself, the power of Creation. Such power, even a fraction of it, grants Umbravox the magic of a hundred relics of my time. It is such a power that, if you gather it, will give light to the rest of the jewels, and fulfill our contract." She drew her long delicate fingers towards the necklace, and for the first time Sahir noticed the glow within two of the seven jewels that decorated the outer edges of its centrepiece.
"Heed my words, as you have before my Unashue. Follow this band of warriors. Seek out the one named Duo, and when you do; drain from him the power of Creation and place it within the necklace as you did this day. Do it and you shall have back that which you desire most." She extended her hand forth and put it gently upon Sahir's shoulder, a kind look etched on her flawless face. Sahir, unsure of what to say, fought back her tears and gave a brave, reassuring nod to the mystical woman in response.
"Good, then we have said all that needs to be said. Goodbye Unashue." Sahir's muscles all tightened up as she knew what was coming next. The Mistress of Ages pushed against her shoulder, and with the force of her will Sahir was thrust out of the room, beyond the door and seemed to fly past miles and miles of the hallway she'd come from before she saw only an eternal blackness stretch out before her. It had been the same way she'd left before, and with it knew that her world would appear before her in mere moments. She only hoped she could fight back the motion sickness better this time.
As she at last approached the towering mural the fleeting glimpses of strange hieroglyphs and symbols seemed to shine, as if an invisible source of light brought them to her sight. Images of men and women prostrated before unusual forms, scenes of death and sex and violence were each framed along the massive wall, and while she'd never bothered with it, Sahir failed to see that a history was placed before her, of time long since past and years still yet to come. Instead she only placed her palm against the wall and pushed, it's weight yielding as the being on the other side allowed her entry into her sanctum.
"Come, dear Unashue. Come sweet child." A melodious voice called her from beyond, and with it Sahir, the God Slayer, moved inside.
Whilst the walls of the hallway were nonexistent, the sanctum was indeed built to mimic a normal room, though it's limits looked to stretch miles in all directions. In every direction massive shelves towered and stretched to the limits of human visions and beyond, each filled with texts and scrolls and all manners of written works, including even some stone inscriptions. Within its centre, past where the shelves ended a winding row of cracked platforms hovered in the air, creating a spiral staircase to a gilded throne. A woman, or at least what Sahir thought to be a woman, sat awkwardly in it, her legs crossed upon its one arm while she arched her back against the other.
The Mistress of Ages wore a long, flowing dress that seemed to be made of the same images that danced outside the realm in the hallway, a blend of blackness and flecks of light that danced and sparkled to the wonderment of those that gazed upon it. Only the stark contrast of her silver skin that peaked seductively out of the occasional split in its fabric was enough to break one from the dress' look, as modesty was clearly something it had no interest in protecting.
Setting a large tome down against her throne she slipped from it's embrace and walked towards Sahir, each piece of the floating architecture floating before her to pave a path down to the awaiting Tuonian.
"My dear, come. Rest. The day has taken its toll on you." The Mistress' beauteous features twisted to a look of concern, though her voice did not change one bit to reflect it. By her command a set of the floating platforms moved behind her to form a wide love seat.
"It's taken a far worse toll on Dral, whom I should be with now. Why have you brought me here when I'm needed more by others?" Sahir remained standing, staring into the pitch blackness of her eyes.
"Please, dear Unashue, your pet is in the best of hands, and it is you who needs me most of all this moment. No harm shall come to him, that is if you heed the words I am to pass to you." Indeed, the phrase was enough to give her Sahir's undivided attention. The Mistress paused midway down the steps, watching as Sahir finally took the seat before continuing. "Your world faces a coming storm of change, one that you have not yet faced before, and yet, this terror of times shall be to you the end of your journey."
"What? You mean..." Sahir slid to the edge of her seat, joy and surprise pooling in her eyes.
"Yes. Once these times have come to pass, you shall fulfill your quest and your family will be returned to you." Moving to the stable floor she extended her hand outwards. As if tugging on an invisible thread the room flew past them both till with a jerk of motion they stopped in front of one of the many many shelves.
"Is that what that light meant? What happened? Why did Umbravox glow after the explosion?" Sahir thirsted for an explanation. While the agreement before had been explained to her her first time to the Sanctum, never before had the Mistress of Ages ever given her any sort of details besides the last words she'd spoken to her;
"Vanquish the works of Gods, and punish those that abuse the artifacts of magic. Then shall the contract be complete."
"Hush, child. All shall be explained." Reaching for a thick scroll that was nestled against a pile of books the silvered lady handled it delicately, holding it with the same look of fondness that came over her whenever she took any of the writings in her hand. The look lasted only a moment before she handed it to Sahir. "Within this scroll lies all that you need know about your task, as well as the knowledge you'll need to use Umbravox as it is now."
"You have done as I have asked, and have survived the wrath of the Gods themselves." With another motion she snapped them back to the chamber's centre while Sahir thumbed open the scroll, peeking at the first few words before the Mistress placed a cautious hand upon it, stopping her for the time being. "Umbravox took within it the pinnacle of the Gods' magic itself, the power of Creation. Such power, even a fraction of it, grants Umbravox the magic of a hundred relics of my time. It is such a power that, if you gather it, will give light to the rest of the jewels, and fulfill our contract." She drew her long delicate fingers towards the necklace, and for the first time Sahir noticed the glow within two of the seven jewels that decorated the outer edges of its centrepiece.
"Heed my words, as you have before my Unashue. Follow this band of warriors. Seek out the one named Duo, and when you do; drain from him the power of Creation and place it within the necklace as you did this day. Do it and you shall have back that which you desire most." She extended her hand forth and put it gently upon Sahir's shoulder, a kind look etched on her flawless face. Sahir, unsure of what to say, fought back her tears and gave a brave, reassuring nod to the mystical woman in response.
"Good, then we have said all that needs to be said. Goodbye Unashue." Sahir's muscles all tightened up as she knew what was coming next. The Mistress of Ages pushed against her shoulder, and with the force of her will Sahir was thrust out of the room, beyond the door and seemed to fly past miles and miles of the hallway she'd come from before she saw only an eternal blackness stretch out before her. It had been the same way she'd left before, and with it knew that her world would appear before her in mere moments. She only hoped she could fight back the motion sickness better this time.