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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4384183" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Cold Visitor: Part 13a – The Ritual</strong></p><p></p><p>The nine granite monoliths jutted up out of the snow like fingers, stabbing heavenwards in accusation for a past transgression. The obelisks were in a V-shaped formation, with the men lined up nervously in the center.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė stood at the front next to Silas. She held the book up in front of him, but refused to let him hold it. The elorii didn’t trust a human, much less a human wizard, to such an important task.</p><p></p><p>Vlad nodded to Yusik. “Sergeant Yusik. Spread the oil!”</p><p></p><p>Yusik and his men ran around the perimeter of the obelisks, pouring oil in a circle as they did so.</p><p></p><p>“Think this’ll work?” asked Beldin.</p><p></p><p>“It better.” Dril finished loading his rifle. He cocked it and scanned the horizon.</p><p></p><p>Sounds of drawn steel and cranked crossbows mingled with the roaring of the wind. Weird howls and barks echoed in the distance. </p><p></p><p>Silas began chanting, reading from the Codex. It sounded like gibberish to the men, an ancient tongue only Silas, Ilmarė, and Kham understood.</p><p></p><p>"I imprison thee with enough fire to encircle thine nine gates,” read Ilmarė, “lest ye forget who defeated thee." </p><p></p><p>She pointed. Silas muttered “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">sempiternus flamma</span>” and a flame appeared in his hand. He tossed it to the ground, igniting the oil. It spread in a roaring circle around them.</p><p></p><p>“Here they come!” shouted Vlad. “Get ready!”</p><p></p><p>Six figures of what were once men stumbled and writhed through the snow. There was Orgun and Penser, Yellow tentacles waved like excited hairs on skin. Mingled with the men were four of the dogs. Wet tendrils trailed from their sides. But by far the most terrifying thing was a towering, yellow man-like form, all sloughing flesh, crusted over by frost. </p><p></p><p>“Sweet Althares, it’s actually gotten bigger,” gasped Kham.</p><p></p><p>“What the hell is that?” asked Dril.</p><p></p><p>Crossbows snapped and bolts sang out, whistling through the air.</p><p></p><p>“Hold the line!” shouted Vlad. “Nothing gets in!”</p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">I imprison thee with ten pounds of silver,</span>” read Ilmarė, “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">lest ye forget who kept thee.</span>"</p><p></p><p>She pointed again. Silas muttered, “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">magis attrecto</span>” and pointed. One of the bags of silver coins was launched into the air, spraying its contents as it circled halfway around the obelisks.</p><p></p><p>The dogs leaped through the flames, snarling and squealing. Beldin hacked one down with his axe.</p><p></p><p>Tentacles shot through the smoke and snow, yanking a man off his feet and beyond the safety of the pillars. He screamed hideously.</p><p></p><p>“Faster with that silver!” shouted Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>Vlad blocked a gush of yellow tentacles with his shield. He hacked blindly outwards and, judging by its shriek, connected with something. </p><p></p><p>“I’m trying!” Silas snapped back. He pointed at another bag of coins. It spun in a circle, showering silver into the flames.</p><p></p><p>Dril took aim with his rifle. </p><p></p><p>Two shots rang out, but they weren’t from Dril.</p><p></p><p>One of the humanoid things fell backwards, the ruins of its head splattered across the snow. </p><p></p><p>“Why aren’t you taking the shot?” Kham asked Dril as he drew two more pistols.</p><p></p><p>“It’s gone.” Dril scanned back and forth, staring down the sight of his rifle. “I lost track of it.”</p><p></p><p>Another one of the dogs yelped. Somebody screamed. It was meant with an inhuman wail.</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Then spoke Illiir,</span>” read Ilmarė. She addressed the men. “All together now: <span style="font-family: 'Impact'">We praise his name, stilling the song of the birds and quieting the call of the beasts, even stopping the breath of the air.</span> “</p><p></p><p>“The King in Yellow?” asked Kham. “It’s huge! Even with all the smoke and snow, where could it possibly go?”</p><p></p><p>The men repeated as one: “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">We praise his name, stilling the song of the birds and quieting the call of the beasts, even stopping the breath of the air.</span> “</p><p></p><p>The ground rumbled beneath them.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, no,” said Dril.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4384183, member: 3285"] [b]Cold Visitor: Part 13a – The Ritual[/b] The nine granite monoliths jutted up out of the snow like fingers, stabbing heavenwards in accusation for a past transgression. The obelisks were in a V-shaped formation, with the men lined up nervously in the center. Ilmarė stood at the front next to Silas. She held the book up in front of him, but refused to let him hold it. The elorii didn’t trust a human, much less a human wizard, to such an important task. Vlad nodded to Yusik. “Sergeant Yusik. Spread the oil!” Yusik and his men ran around the perimeter of the obelisks, pouring oil in a circle as they did so. “Think this’ll work?” asked Beldin. “It better.” Dril finished loading his rifle. He cocked it and scanned the horizon. Sounds of drawn steel and cranked crossbows mingled with the roaring of the wind. Weird howls and barks echoed in the distance. Silas began chanting, reading from the Codex. It sounded like gibberish to the men, an ancient tongue only Silas, Ilmarė, and Kham understood. "I imprison thee with enough fire to encircle thine nine gates,” read Ilmarė, “lest ye forget who defeated thee." She pointed. Silas muttered “[FONT="Impact"]sempiternus flamma[/FONT]” and a flame appeared in his hand. He tossed it to the ground, igniting the oil. It spread in a roaring circle around them. “Here they come!” shouted Vlad. “Get ready!” Six figures of what were once men stumbled and writhed through the snow. There was Orgun and Penser, Yellow tentacles waved like excited hairs on skin. Mingled with the men were four of the dogs. Wet tendrils trailed from their sides. But by far the most terrifying thing was a towering, yellow man-like form, all sloughing flesh, crusted over by frost. “Sweet Althares, it’s actually gotten bigger,” gasped Kham. “What the hell is that?” asked Dril. Crossbows snapped and bolts sang out, whistling through the air. “Hold the line!” shouted Vlad. “Nothing gets in!” "[FONT="Impact"]I imprison thee with ten pounds of silver,[/FONT]” read Ilmarė, “[FONT="Impact"]lest ye forget who kept thee.[/FONT]" She pointed again. Silas muttered, “[FONT="Impact"]magis attrecto[/FONT]” and pointed. One of the bags of silver coins was launched into the air, spraying its contents as it circled halfway around the obelisks. The dogs leaped through the flames, snarling and squealing. Beldin hacked one down with his axe. Tentacles shot through the smoke and snow, yanking a man off his feet and beyond the safety of the pillars. He screamed hideously. “Faster with that silver!” shouted Ilmarė. Vlad blocked a gush of yellow tentacles with his shield. He hacked blindly outwards and, judging by its shriek, connected with something. “I’m trying!” Silas snapped back. He pointed at another bag of coins. It spun in a circle, showering silver into the flames. Dril took aim with his rifle. Two shots rang out, but they weren’t from Dril. One of the humanoid things fell backwards, the ruins of its head splattered across the snow. “Why aren’t you taking the shot?” Kham asked Dril as he drew two more pistols. “It’s gone.” Dril scanned back and forth, staring down the sight of his rifle. “I lost track of it.” Another one of the dogs yelped. Somebody screamed. It was meant with an inhuman wail. “[FONT="Impact"]Then spoke Illiir,[/FONT]” read Ilmarė. She addressed the men. “All together now: [FONT="Impact"]We praise his name, stilling the song of the birds and quieting the call of the beasts, even stopping the breath of the air.[/FONT] “ “The King in Yellow?” asked Kham. “It’s huge! Even with all the smoke and snow, where could it possibly go?” The men repeated as one: “[FONT="Impact"]We praise his name, stilling the song of the birds and quieting the call of the beasts, even stopping the breath of the air.[/FONT] “ The ground rumbled beneath them. “Oh, no,” said Dril. [/QUOTE]
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