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Date Posted: 18:14:04 11/19/02 Tue
OOC: Same as Guildus'...this is just a little something I want to tinker with a bit...Mine for now, but others will be let on later, if you so choose to. Coolies.
IC: The room was filled with a deadly quiet, the kind found in dark bars full of dangerous people. A lone man sat in the middle of the universal symbol for magic, his hands placed palm down on the cold stone floor.
A small river of blood ran down both forearms, owning to light knife wounds on each. Despite the ever-flowing red river, the man chanted on.
His eyes flickered open, blood red, the symbol of his calling granted to him while he performed his castings. His name was Gabriel Warrens, Maho sorcerer. User of the blood magic.
In the year 2037, the government had been taken over in a coup by the zealot forces of Mr. John Holt. The new leadership had quickly set up a strict church state, with Holt at its head. All other religions save his were banned, on penalty of death.
In order to practice the forbidden arts of blood, red, black, and any other type of magic, the users had to do it in secret, most residing in a city built in the capitol's sprawling sewer system.
A silent wind whirled around in the circle, stirring up dust and Gabriel's deep red robes. He chanted on, and the wind died down.
A shape began to slide up from the floor, clearly organic. Its flesh was a dull pink, its form seeming to be ever twisting as it was slowly but surely pulled into the chanting magus. After several minutes, the creature was completely inside of Gabriel, with no signs of its pervious existance other than the blood-stained circle on the floor.
Gabriel rose from his sitting position and stroked the quickly healing spot on his arm where the creature had entered him. He was prepared.
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