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<blockquote data-quote="Kaodi" data-source="post: 6092659" data-attributes="member: 1231"><p><em>Ignatius looks around frantically and all he sees is the inky darkness of the deep. No, there is something else there. At the edge of his vision he sees the outline of circling beasts. Sharks? His skin crawls, worse than when he was in the Direption.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He is drowning. The ifrit begins flailing his limbs as is propelled upward towards the surface. He can tell the lurking sharks are beginning to close in. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He breaks the surface. Just a short distance away he sees land. Ignatius rushes towards it, dragging himself up onto land just as it seems the sharks are ready to snap at his feet. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Spluttering for a moment, the ifrit looks up. There is nothing around him, just a featureless plain of grey. The sky however is full of clouds, but clouds darker than any he has seen before.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>No. There is something. A farmhouse, and it is on fire! Ignatius pulls himself to his feet. He feels compelled to run into the farmhouse, looking for someone that may or may not be there. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>There is someone there. A young child, a girl, and she in unconscious. The ifrit picks her up, but then something horrifying happens: spreading from where he touches her she is covered by hallmark signs of Blood Veil. Ignatius looks down; he has it too.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>They will not have time to die of sickness if they do not get out of this house. Ignatius makes his way out, beams collapsing behind him all the way. When he stumbles out the door the entire house seems to collapse behind him, but it still burns brightly. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The ifrit puts the girl down. He looks over her, but he does not know how to counteract the Blood Veil. He does not know what to do. He despairs.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Behind him the clouds part, revealing the Sun. A bright ray of golden light envelops Ignatius. He feels like his blood is on fire, suffused with its radiance. He looks down at his arms and sees the Blood Veil draining away.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Ignatius looks down at the girl. Positioned between her and the Sun, his body has cast a shadow over her, preventing the healing rays from touching her. For a moment he panics.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Suddenly the shadows are chased away. The ifrit has not moved, but when he looks down he sees his hand surrounded by a nimbus of soft golden flames. Instinctively he reaches out to the girls, and as his fingers brush her forehead the golden fire washes over her, burning away the Blood Veil. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The girl wakes up, and she smiles. But then she weakly points up towards Ignatius, no toward what is behind him. He turns around and sees the Sun. It is... approaching!?</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The Sun gets closer and closer. Ignatius is riveted in place, unable to move away. It looms large, and Ignatius feels like he could be burned to ash, so intense is its warmth. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He raises up his other hand, the one not infused with the golden fire, to put it between his eyes and the approaching Sun. It appears so close that it will crush him, this golden orb. He closes his eyes and awaits the end.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>After a moment, nothing has happened. He is not dead. But he feels a heat in his outstretched hand so intense he nearly cannot bear it. He opens his eyes, and there resting just above the palm of his hand is the Sun, miniaturized, an orb of intense swirling fire. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Ignatius draws the orb close to his chest, and then twists his head around to see if the girl is okay. She is, but suddenly she is becoming more distant, but without moving. The ifrit turns back to look at the orb. It is growing brighter again. Brighter, brighter, brighter, until everything fades to white. </em></p><p></p><p>Ignatius wakes up...</p><p></p><p>Back at the Hospice, once the door is safely closed and barred, Ignatius kneels down to remove the gag from the woman. He peers directly into her eyes and says firmly and authoritatively, "<span style="color: #FF0000">I believe it is time you tell us what you are about here.</span>" <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3942903/" target="_blank">Diplomacy: 1d20+15=24</a></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Kaodi, post: 6092659, member: 1231"] [I]Ignatius looks around frantically and all he sees is the inky darkness of the deep. No, there is something else there. At the edge of his vision he sees the outline of circling beasts. Sharks? His skin crawls, worse than when he was in the Direption. He is drowning. The ifrit begins flailing his limbs as is propelled upward towards the surface. He can tell the lurking sharks are beginning to close in. He breaks the surface. Just a short distance away he sees land. Ignatius rushes towards it, dragging himself up onto land just as it seems the sharks are ready to snap at his feet. Spluttering for a moment, the ifrit looks up. There is nothing around him, just a featureless plain of grey. The sky however is full of clouds, but clouds darker than any he has seen before. No. There is something. A farmhouse, and it is on fire! Ignatius pulls himself to his feet. He feels compelled to run into the farmhouse, looking for someone that may or may not be there. There is someone there. A young child, a girl, and she in unconscious. The ifrit picks her up, but then something horrifying happens: spreading from where he touches her she is covered by hallmark signs of Blood Veil. Ignatius looks down; he has it too. They will not have time to die of sickness if they do not get out of this house. Ignatius makes his way out, beams collapsing behind him all the way. When he stumbles out the door the entire house seems to collapse behind him, but it still burns brightly. The ifrit puts the girl down. He looks over her, but he does not know how to counteract the Blood Veil. He does not know what to do. He despairs. Behind him the clouds part, revealing the Sun. A bright ray of golden light envelops Ignatius. He feels like his blood is on fire, suffused with its radiance. He looks down at his arms and sees the Blood Veil draining away. Ignatius looks down at the girl. Positioned between her and the Sun, his body has cast a shadow over her, preventing the healing rays from touching her. For a moment he panics. Suddenly the shadows are chased away. The ifrit has not moved, but when he looks down he sees his hand surrounded by a nimbus of soft golden flames. Instinctively he reaches out to the girls, and as his fingers brush her forehead the golden fire washes over her, burning away the Blood Veil. The girl wakes up, and she smiles. But then she weakly points up towards Ignatius, no toward what is behind him. He turns around and sees the Sun. It is... approaching!? The Sun gets closer and closer. Ignatius is riveted in place, unable to move away. It looms large, and Ignatius feels like he could be burned to ash, so intense is its warmth. He raises up his other hand, the one not infused with the golden fire, to put it between his eyes and the approaching Sun. It appears so close that it will crush him, this golden orb. He closes his eyes and awaits the end. After a moment, nothing has happened. He is not dead. But he feels a heat in his outstretched hand so intense he nearly cannot bear it. He opens his eyes, and there resting just above the palm of his hand is the Sun, miniaturized, an orb of intense swirling fire. Ignatius draws the orb close to his chest, and then twists his head around to see if the girl is okay. She is, but suddenly she is becoming more distant, but without moving. The ifrit turns back to look at the orb. It is growing brighter again. Brighter, brighter, brighter, until everything fades to white. [/I] Ignatius wakes up... Back at the Hospice, once the door is safely closed and barred, Ignatius kneels down to remove the gag from the woman. He peers directly into her eyes and says firmly and authoritatively, "[COLOR="#FF0000"]I believe it is time you tell us what you are about here.[/COLOR]" [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3942903/]Diplomacy: 1d20+15=24[/url] [/QUOTE]
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