Sanguis: Part 2: Tale of Dust

• Posted by Sterling September 4, 2013 - 867 views

  Red-Vein

  Tale of Dust

  The Cultists in charge of delivering Avery to the Chord were silent, they moved quickly with no motion in their bodies. They were phantsmic Caromasters. They studied leaked secrets of the other Cults and the rites of the Priestly Orders. Every Druid around the Chord had undergone extensive training, research and had to make a grand pilgrimage designed to send each mage to their very doom (whether that be physical or mental). Those who made it back to the Chord were given a robe fashioned of tanned animal skins, the highest ranked Caromasters had Flech Atronach robes. 

  When they arrived at the edge of the barrier, some Aquia had begun to attack the barrier. Each pounding surge of water disappear as it came into contact with the barrier. Stelliat in the distance had begun the signings to call in meteors; the process would continue for only a short moment after. A small legion of Dracia sent wave after wave of razor sharp dragon scales that shattered with a terrible sound against the barriers; when Avery heard the foul noise, he began to wail. His eyes released tears of blood and his cries amplified to a volume that caused the closed mages to drop to their knees. This boy was powerful, already rivaling the power of the Caromasters around him. He was who they thought he was.

  The Caromasters searched frantically for the access tunnel to the Chord. The recent storms coated the chantry with mud, the false tile was hidden. There was no magic they could use that could show them the path. The available Caromasters dropped to their hands and knees and scrambled through the mud. They scooped the mud up in their hands like water to a land-locked Argonian. 

  "Over here, brothers!" a Khajiit mage hissed. They fanned out around the baby, they contorted their hands into an ungodly shape and the air around them began to glow. The light got brighter until the sun seemed darker than the morbidly bright chantry. 

  "Bring the Destroyers!" screeched the Caromaster holding Avery. Out of the chantry came 13 battlemages, decorated in bone armor, rushing around the fanned Druids like a shield. The Caromasters quickly descended into the tunnels, and not a moment too soon. The barrier shattered with no sound, but the collapsing on air around the chantry caused the inner sanctum to crumble like sandstone. The Destroyers held steady. They did not flinch or shift their stance: Head up. Shoulders back. Right foot forward. Hands clinched into pulsing fists. In tandem, they raised their arms out from their bodies. The assailants lifted into the air; magic from them ceased. The mages let out a bloody scream, skin seperated from bone, and the battle calmed. 

  The Caromasters closed the hidden door...

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