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castleinthemist2012-03-09 01:19 am
herotherhalf) wrote in castleinthemist2012-03-09 01:19 am
02 | In your dreams | Mingle
Harth collected his books, his alter, his herbs and raw materials he used in his spells. From there? He hid in his room for days, pilfering through the ancient texts. He was so sure he had something in one of these books, so while he was short on stamina he worked through it. He read the material through the last few days and nights dedicated until finally he found the spell he was looking for.
It was similar to a long line of memory altering spells as well as the Tabula Rasa spells he'd experienced in one of his own slayer dreams. But this was different. This was a dream walking incantation. It would allow him to traverse the dream scape of all the minds around him. Trouble is it linked minds as much as it allowed him access. He'd have to alter it in an attempt to get around such inconvenient side effects.
Checking his bindings of supplies, he found the few things he needed to cast the spell. It was the wee hours of the morning when he did it. A prime time for dream activity for people who went to bed on time, so he'd be having plenty of fun tonight he expected. All he needed was the water, a few drops of his own blood and some of his herbs. From there, he spoke the incantation, four verses in a language long forgotten to time. He could see the chalice he used glow a bright green. He took the goblet and raise to his lips, not hesitating a moment before sipping down the entire bowl. Then, in his empty room, he set the bowl down on the side table and lay on his bed, hands folded over his abdomen.
[OOC: Here's the first part of Harth plot. Feel free to tag him with your dreams and he'll observe and interact. The memory half of the plot takes place while the characters are awake so you can either post those threads here or make your own thread. Harth'll probably tag everyone. I'll back tag as necessary.]
It was similar to a long line of memory altering spells as well as the Tabula Rasa spells he'd experienced in one of his own slayer dreams. But this was different. This was a dream walking incantation. It would allow him to traverse the dream scape of all the minds around him. Trouble is it linked minds as much as it allowed him access. He'd have to alter it in an attempt to get around such inconvenient side effects.
Checking his bindings of supplies, he found the few things he needed to cast the spell. It was the wee hours of the morning when he did it. A prime time for dream activity for people who went to bed on time, so he'd be having plenty of fun tonight he expected. All he needed was the water, a few drops of his own blood and some of his herbs. From there, he spoke the incantation, four verses in a language long forgotten to time. He could see the chalice he used glow a bright green. He took the goblet and raise to his lips, not hesitating a moment before sipping down the entire bowl. Then, in his empty room, he set the bowl down on the side table and lay on his bed, hands folded over his abdomen.
[OOC: Here's the first part of Harth plot. Feel free to tag him with your dreams and he'll observe and interact. The memory half of the plot takes place while the characters are awake so you can either post those threads here or make your own thread. Harth'll probably tag everyone. I'll back tag as necessary.]
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"Shit..." The younger Lombax held his shoulder for a moment. Oh it hurt. Damn those negative energy blasts. He rolled over and tried to stand up. He needed to move, needed to get away and find something else to attack with.
"Would they want the galaxy they tried to protect destroyed Alister? All just for a chance to bring them back?!"
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"You had your chance to help me, Ratchet. Now, unfortunately..." To annunciate his words he thrusts his omniwrench to Ratchet's neck to lift him up.
"I can nolonger afford to have you in the way!" He wasn't going to respond to Ratchet anymore. He had to bring this one to a close. And with that final word he flung Ratchet off the edge of the platform.
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