A blinding light flashed from the heavens, an incandescent maelstrom of raw power swirling through Thlorian's circle as the light struct the very center, brightening the northern horizon for hundreds of miles. Things shrieked and hisses and whispered and pleaded, but the ritual had reached the point of irreversibility. Twisted shapes broke free from the rocky soil, tendrils twisting into anguished shapes, some sharp and ridged to drink the blood of stray wanderers, some gnarled and warped with bark like steel, some soft and fleshy with mockeries of flowers dripping, oozing, and leaking noxious, tar-like liquid. Great, thorned roots broke from and through the stone of the ancient mountain range, thin appendages hanging innocently from the oily wood in wait to entangle and snare anything foolish enough to wander near, to slowly drain the life, blood, and energy of their victims. Colossal trunks and branches surged into the sky, draped with strands of flesh and blackness, home to abominable shadows flitting to and fro as poison seeped and pooled throughout the tainted landscape. All mere side-effects; all inconsequential. The light died, space seething and writhing as all light coalesced and flared in the central onyx egg. Soundlessly, it shattered, light drawn in and devoured by the tiny disk of utter blackness revolving in the very center. Slowly, inexorably, a simple, dark figure rose from the portal, the blackness fading to nothing.
"I welcome your return... father."
28-Aug-2014 21:11:42
