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Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery, Part II
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"We will speak about that if it comes to it, but I am fairly confident this time, Vasha. There's just something that feels...right."
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*Alyz smiles and gives Vasha a hug, then she pulls a large container of blood-red liquid from a table as well as some intricate tools and slowly but carefully draws mystical symbols of power within the circle.*
(OOC: It's like this picture, but it's red)
"The circle is complete. The ritual will soon begin. Now for Arris's Tear, as she mourns for her lost son."
*She places her hands against the sphere and closes her eyes, and her amethyst hair ripples as if under the gentle eddies of a stream, as a tiny liquid blue drop falls from the Jhyram Arris out of the sphere and into the middle of the circle.*
"Now hold my hand and chant the words I say just after I say them, as the ritual is at hand."
*Alyz pulls out the black book in one hand and reaches for Vasha's with the other. Her hand, and Vasha notices also her face, is covered with sweat.*
(OOC: It's like this picture, but it's red)
"The circle is complete. The ritual will soon begin. Now for Arris's Tear, as she mourns for her lost son."
*She places her hands against the sphere and closes her eyes, and her amethyst hair ripples as if under the gentle eddies of a stream, as a tiny liquid blue drop falls from the Jhyram Arris out of the sphere and into the middle of the circle.*
"Now hold my hand and chant the words I say just after I say them, as the ritual is at hand."
*Alyz pulls out the black book in one hand and reaches for Vasha's with the other. Her hand, and Vasha notices also her face, is covered with sweat.*
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*Alyz reads off harsh words of raw power and foreboding solemnity in an ancient language that Vasha cannot understand, but even so, Vasha follows Alyz's lead, repeating each word as Alyz sprinkles a fine white dust through the air and then moves two large cylindrical glass tubes, five feet tall and two or three feet in diameter, the insides obscured by the blood-red liquid that encases them, so that they are directly in the centre of the circle, never ceasing the chant. She opens the top of each tube gently and placing one hand into the red goo of the first tube, wincing as she does and turning to Vasha to indicate that the other woman needs to place her hand into the other tube.*
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*The red contents of the tube seem gooey and oozelike, and as she puts her hand in, she feels first a sting and then a strange enervation, as if completing the link, with one hand in Alyz's hand and another of each of theirs in the tubes, was sapping her strength.*
"Concentrate Vasha...don't faint on me, okay?" Alyz asks, as she takes a slight pause in the chanting to catch her breath, and also to watch as the red liquid bubbles and churns, suddenly gripping onto Vasha's arm, and as Vasha looks over, on Alyz's as well, as it flows up their arms towards their hearts and then drops down calmly down to their wombs, flowing onto the ground in the centre of the circle in a pool that congeals into a perfect sphere of rippling viscous red, and Alyz pulls out the book again and continues the chant, drawing forth her power, more and more and more until she was drawing everything she could draw without destroying her body, watching as Vasha did the same, and the chant spirals louder and louder, higher and higher, until a vortex of blue, red, and black envelops the two women, and red lightning shoots about. The lamps in the room shatter one by one, leaving it in pitch blackness save for the dark, otherworldly vortex, as Alyz begins to tremble all over her body. And then she screams, an unearthly cry--of terror or exultation?--as the crimson sphere floats into the air, the circle glowing with a strong ruby light. Then she places the sapphire, her hand still shaking, into the menacingly roiling sphere, as she trembles and whispers:*
"Vasha...hold out your hand. I...I...need to mix in just a bit of your blood...his blood."
"Concentrate Vasha...don't faint on me, okay?" Alyz asks, as she takes a slight pause in the chanting to catch her breath, and also to watch as the red liquid bubbles and churns, suddenly gripping onto Vasha's arm, and as Vasha looks over, on Alyz's as well, as it flows up their arms towards their hearts and then drops down calmly down to their wombs, flowing onto the ground in the centre of the circle in a pool that congeals into a perfect sphere of rippling viscous red, and Alyz pulls out the book again and continues the chant, drawing forth her power, more and more and more until she was drawing everything she could draw without destroying her body, watching as Vasha did the same, and the chant spirals louder and louder, higher and higher, until a vortex of blue, red, and black envelops the two women, and red lightning shoots about. The lamps in the room shatter one by one, leaving it in pitch blackness save for the dark, otherworldly vortex, as Alyz begins to tremble all over her body. And then she screams, an unearthly cry--of terror or exultation?--as the crimson sphere floats into the air, the circle glowing with a strong ruby light. Then she places the sapphire, her hand still shaking, into the menacingly roiling sphere, as she trembles and whispers:*
"Vasha...hold out your hand. I...I...need to mix in just a bit of your blood...his blood."
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*Alyz pulls out a ritual athame and makes a careful slit in Vasha's artery along her wrist, allowing Vasha's lifeblood to pour out and feed the sphere for a few moments...and then a few more...as Vasha feels fainter and fainter, the room spinning around her as her vision blurs and her legs become unsteady...*
*Suddenly, Alyz draws more strength from some inner reserve and nods sharply, pulling a handkerchief quickly from her pocket and tying off Vasha's wound before the Nymph can lose any more blood, stroking her arm gently in apology. Then her eyes turn feverish as she gazes back to the floating bloody sphere, which has become to roil and bubble, extending and contracting tendrils until it has taken the shape of a three-dimensional representation of some of the symbols from the circle before, with a smaller sphere on the inside that glows with a bright white light.*
*Alyz flips the book to a different page and continues her chant desperately, filling herself with power dangerously and to the limit once again, this time using the Jhyram Arris as a crutch to steady her arcane power.*
"Breathe out slowly Vasha," Alyz gasps and follows her own advice as the two exhale, causing a subtle white mist to flow forth from each of their mouths and into the central sphere, leaving Vasha feeling much weaker, as if part of her soul had been rent away, and Alyz, who seems to leaking much much more of the white stuff, is barely able to stand, literally using the Jhyram Arris's holder as a physical crutch now, as she collapses onto it.
"Vasha...you have to..." Alyz barely gasps "Speak the final words...and then call out to your father and ask him to return...send forth your love to the sphere...the words...the words are...'Necronom Vesperek Infernum...Alma Phlegethos Sin Lethe...Levistus Jhyram Vyratas Maladomini Nergal Zanlyr Malsheem...Ereshkigal Alma Renatav...Marrik ai...' "
*Alyz gasps, shudders, and convulsing, slipping off her crutch as the upper half of her body bends over the top as she falls over the Jewel's holder and onto the ground unconscious with her legs dangling in the air, all her strength gone, as her long amethyst hair falls forward to cover her sweat-soaked face.*
*Suddenly, Alyz draws more strength from some inner reserve and nods sharply, pulling a handkerchief quickly from her pocket and tying off Vasha's wound before the Nymph can lose any more blood, stroking her arm gently in apology. Then her eyes turn feverish as she gazes back to the floating bloody sphere, which has become to roil and bubble, extending and contracting tendrils until it has taken the shape of a three-dimensional representation of some of the symbols from the circle before, with a smaller sphere on the inside that glows with a bright white light.*
*Alyz flips the book to a different page and continues her chant desperately, filling herself with power dangerously and to the limit once again, this time using the Jhyram Arris as a crutch to steady her arcane power.*
"Breathe out slowly Vasha," Alyz gasps and follows her own advice as the two exhale, causing a subtle white mist to flow forth from each of their mouths and into the central sphere, leaving Vasha feeling much weaker, as if part of her soul had been rent away, and Alyz, who seems to leaking much much more of the white stuff, is barely able to stand, literally using the Jhyram Arris's holder as a physical crutch now, as she collapses onto it.
"Vasha...you have to..." Alyz barely gasps "Speak the final words...and then call out to your father and ask him to return...send forth your love to the sphere...the words...the words are...'Necronom Vesperek Infernum...Alma Phlegethos Sin Lethe...Levistus Jhyram Vyratas Maladomini Nergal Zanlyr Malsheem...Ereshkigal Alma Renatav...Marrik ai...' "
*Alyz gasps, shudders, and convulsing, slipping off her crutch as the upper half of her body bends over the top as she falls over the Jewel's holder and onto the ground unconscious with her legs dangling in the air, all her strength gone, as her long amethyst hair falls forward to cover her sweat-soaked face.*
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