Ritual of the Hel Tree pt 1

[17:42] "Right then..." The woman spoke up, pushing themselves off the building as their gaze loomed over in direction of eugo, "Since the kings been returned. We can properly make the correct steps going forward. With the gathered essence's from the raid, we'll be putting them to use as we start up the ritual. Eugo, can you retrieve my apple?"

With a pivot off their heel. They looked off to the others. "Everyone is expected to come along. However if you do not desire? You've no need... Though, the more bodies in the initial conjuring. The better."
(Irkalla)
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[17:44] Arch says, "Now, this doesn't seem like my scene.."
[17:47] The demon returned from its out- Training itself, Trying to become a more dangerous predator. Eugo never spent a moment not training or pushing past his limits even when they were technically under siege at this point.

This desperation drove the demons to plot and scheme. To come up with other ways to strive for success without relying on humanity who betrayed them to a war they could not win.

As Eugo returns with silence he moves towards the center of the Dreadwoods. "If you're not one of us I'd suggest leaving now. You can handle your business outside of the Dreadwoods or at another time." The question was pointed and direct. It left no room for arguments.

After which he smiled looking lifting himself up from the plant life, The Ethereal nature of the Kaor peeling shadows from excitement. As he moved towards his store to get what was required. "But if you're with us? Come. Let us begin to forge our own miracles."

Nothing else would be said as the demon moved away towards his goal.
(Eugo La Ravias)
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[17:49] Irkalla says, "Right... That man can remain, if only because they've business with Jianyu..."
[17:49] Arch says, "Trust me, I don't plan to get in your way-.."
[17:49] Eugo La Ravias asks, "He can handle his business outside of the Dreadwoods...Don't you think?"
[17:49] Arch says, "My business involves that prisoner."
[17:49] Eugo La Ravias says, "Shes not involved with what your doing."
[17:49] Eugo La Ravias says, "So when Jianyu comes her and she can meet you at the entrance."
[17:49] Arch says, "That'll work."
[17:49] Arch says, "I'll bid you all farewell then-..."
[17:50] Claudia says, "goodbye nosy man"
[17:50] Irkalla says, "Until next time."
[17:50] Eugo La Ravias says, "Farewell."
[17:50] Arch glancing at the masked-figure to his right. "And you-... Stay out of my head. Got 'nough twisted up in there, already."
(Arch)
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[17:50] Claudia says, "...."
[17:51] Arch says, "Don't do anythin' I wouldn't do."
[17:52] The rat would slink to his people whilst waving off Arch, the rat would begin to summoning a runic circle, geometric shapes would slowly begin to rise and form a fractal laced pentagram, invigorating the ritual.

"Tell me where to place this, any sort of, darkness we are looking to invoke will be greatly enhanced."
(Blackjack)
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[18:03] "Right... Let's look forward to a good day then, yes?" Fixating their expression to the delightful smile, blossoming from mere thought of achieving something beyond recognizable, but progressive. At least for demon-kin.

Only after eugo had returned with the fruit did the ascended begin taking steps away off to the right, where the chapel for the void had been built. A befitting location for what the woman could perceive as a location for prayer in the future. For devotion, and more. All in the name of the dark lord.

"Come-along then. The process won't be nearly as difficult now with the preparations we've made for it. While we were meant to avoid... Conflict... We made use of it. One that will assist with this ritual going forward. For you see?"

Speaking as they lead the way, offering in-sight into the process. Enlightening their minds if only for the sake of their own creativity being exposed to the vast sea of imagination constructed by the ascended on their lonesome.

Puzzling together pieces of information. Expanding upon them and layering it all together within complex theories & methods. But at times? The simplest things seemed to work, with a bit of adjustments.

Looking forward to showcasing their own intelligence with this ritual.

As they arrived, a wave of the arm pointed fingers towards the alter at the end of rowed seats. "We shall plant the apple behind the alter. This way? The one who preaches will be blessed by the dark lord during their sermon." Likely not the only thing to be gained, but. It felt poetic at the bare minimum.

"Jack, you can work together with my soldiers and eugo to construct the ritual circle. Claudia?" Pausing for a moment, rummaging around their satchel, revealing a worn out dagger, carved however with fresh etchings. Scriptures likely foreign to their eyes.

"You desired to prove yourself, yes? Well... Such is your chance. Bleed for me. We will use your blood to create the circle. Mine as well..." And without hesitation they woman drew fourth a ghastly amount of blood, sliding the daggers edge up the length of their arm.

Clearly something only possible for a demon or something else unnatural. Or without feelings of pain.

Having found a suitable location before they obviously opened up their wounds. The demonic blood was spilled over top of the ground. The dagger, tossed over to the rabbit.

With everyone given their orders?

The apple was taken out in their free hand, turned off the bottom, observing. Wondering. To what could possibly be obtained at the end of this all.
(Irkalla)

[18:06] {Item} You drop Cursed Apple.
[18:06] {Item} You drop Phantom Cornerstone.
[18:11] She walked over along following the ascended demon. She would listen to the orders that followed and she would nod. "What is the design of the ritual circle? If need be I can make pedestals for the objects out of my bone magic." she explained as she would form a knife out of her finger.

She would sliced open her palm and then watch as her blood came pouring out. No hesitation came from the woman. She actually smiled as she saw her blood drip out. she would the blood float in the air around her until it was needed.

"Shall I need to manipulate your blood as well Mistress?" she asked wanting to make sure she didn't forget any steps needed.

(Claudia)
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[18:31] Words were heard and the order taken place, Eugo showing Blackjack which runes to set up and demonstrated how to write them. Each word filling with more of the natural essence of the surrounding woods. The corruption that was left here by Demonkind.

The first home they could settle in safely. Where demons could exist. There was no hope for working with humans towards anything. Those in the large cities only hated them and it drove them to such methods. Something Eugo felt should've happened from the first.

But the blind often lead the blind. And violence is mostly the first response you'll see from a demon. After the circle was drawn Eugo moved to its opposite side, Holding the Phantom Cornerstone an object of great power. Occultic magic working like a motor within its gem like core.

The Sounds of suffering souls could be heard as it was charged into the stone. Eugo allowing the stone to levitate above them all. Manipulating it with his own essence to move it freely up above pointed down directly right where the apple was to be buried.

"On this day e will move ourselves to our goal. TO become eternal. To master the soul. And more importantly? To allow those in the Dreadwoods. To live up to their maximum potential." The creature spoke as the rancid magics of occultism engulfed their bodies. Quickly following the decaying essence of temporal magics warping the space around them.

The Shaman began to pray to the Dark Lord in hopes that on this day his offering would be accepted. "Dark Lord I give upon you the sacrifices, Those who were willing to commit bloodshed...Only because you have yet to give your children the power we desire....SO we are no longer going to wait for you to acknowledge us..." His hands move as the whispering demonic voices only grew louder form the stone.

"We will bless these dark lands in your name, and force you to give us your attention....We will let your mark settle into the soil and corrupt the woods even further. Something that would even cause those of the Vale to gasp in horror....True Darkness unfiltered by light!." A gesture towards the Cornerstone would bring corruption to his hands.

The Corner stone lighting up with ethereal darkness that swallowed all the light in the area. "I'm prepared Mistress...Let us begin."
(Eugo La Ravias)
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[18:42]
{LOAD GAME}

[18:47] Calling fourth an array of soldiers to assist in the process of the circles creation. Glancing over towards Claudia with a cant of the head. "Hm... I guess you could gather up all the blood, passing it along to the soldiers, jack and eugo… The blood will be what's used to create the dark lords symbol."

Of course, it was much beyond that now. Waving an arm to the side as the animus would manifest to the whims of the woman's desire. "Right then... You all need only to clear your mind. The specific design will be sent into your minds through telepathy. Eugo has some experience, but the details to this was one I worked endlessly to see achieved. I'm sure though..." With a smile, they glanced at the kaor.

"You'll find somethings to fix. Consider my work the final... Roughdraft. Yes? The... Final product, shall be manifested. Here."

Dropping their arm against the pages of the book before falling silent. Smearing the demonic blood across the pages. Hel'Heims influence amassing around the area.

Coming naturally to the ascended. A particular being that might never come to exist again. And as such? It only seemed befitting they'd come to wield all their resources for an occasion such as this one.

Demanding the livelihood of all the essence's gathered thus far into the demonic grimoire. Summoning them to the mortal plane. Forcing them to kneel around the area as the corner was present. "So long... While your presence was fond... You've no longer a need... My companion. Is healthy enough." Whispers cradled into the pages, allowing them to be consumed by the object held by eugo as in tandem. The remains of the pre-ritual arose.

A raid meant to save captives, had only become an ambush. And much more, allowing the woods to briefly become a realm capable of restraining spirits. Wielded now with the generator to fuel the ritual at hand.

With an unneeded breathe, they came to stand upright. An imposing gaze, crimson. Defiant of emotion. "Proceed... Once the circle finally finished? I shall impregnate the ground with the apple. As deep as I can... As to best allow the roots to reach the planes of existence, beyond us... But even further. To the realm of, Hel'. Everyone... Get to work... We begin tonight. No matter who is or isn't present. We've the tools we need for the beginning. The others? Shall offer when they can."

With an commanding tone to their voice, it wasn't without themselves coming to pitch in as well. Kneeling down to begin working on the pentagram. A sigil meant specifically to retain. To corrupt, to spread. A considerable advancement in comparison to what the average runic smith could come to wield.
(Irkalla)
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[19:03] She would nod her head as she made bowls out of bones that her blood would pour into them as they were passed along to the soldiers to make the symbol. She herself would simply begin to watch.

This was all new to her. She had read a little on rituals in the past but nothing too concrete that could allow her to do much more than ordered.

She would hear the command being given on the design and she would nod her head. Precision being something of her expertise from the medical field being able to come into play as she came to a section that she could work on.

Her hands would guide the blood to slowly form the shape of the corner. She would take note of some of the letterings that sprang to her mind seeping in as if she was being guided to make them along the edges of the symbol.

She then would walk over to the corner of the pentagram she worked on and would force her bones out of her body then would begin to bend and manipulate them into the shape of handas a spot for the offerings to go.

"My portion is done mistress...." She would state as she walked back towards her. "How would you like me to apply your blood to this all now. After all I think demon blood should be used in the process as well." She explained as she was not naturally occult and had no connection with the Dark Lord yet.

Though, she did understand that she had use to this process and her ingenuity was one of them.
(Claudia)
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[19:06] The blood trickled down into the soil it didn't take long for the sigil to be made, Eugo going around correcting any mistakes he saw were made, After a final review of it left Eugo satisfied enough to begin his part in the process.

The shaman began to dance. The Umbral Entities steps filled the ground with a hateful sound has his words began to bleed into one another, Words spoken but not heard by the ears of mortals for millennia. Knowledge Eugo had pulled from the Ancients of the past through his connection with the Timestream.

The Shaman's dance was ritualistic, The demon moved according to the echoes of the essence in the land, In the Trees. The Corruption that swirled. The Darkness of shadow and the distain for light. The Chaos in Esshar had for too long been restrained.

His dance was to tap into that unseen force, The force that caused Kingdom's to fall, That caused villages to be ravaged by diseases and plagues. The unnatural spiral of Hel that remained disconnected from Esshar due to the overwhelming influence of Leonaus' Stars.

Pulling the essence inside of him if only but temporary to give him the strength needed to operate the Phantom Cornerstone. His hands push towards it, Feeling his body and mind connected to discord. To pure calamity. An energy most unascended Demons were never able to access and yet?

Eugo found his own way around such restraints. The Shackled of Time, Space, nor Chaos itself was capable of keeping the Dark Shaman away. He waited for the moment where the apple was planted into the soil, and once it did?

The screams of thousands of essence flooded the area, Eugo continued to dance continued to stir the chaos in the surroundings, TO create the structure of the Tree of Hel. His body coming to a slow calm halt as he began Focusing on that one intention. He wanted to see happen. "Focus now. Everyone on the intention to build a tree that pierces the very Vale into Hel."
(Eugo La Ravias)
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[19:14] The rat would slowly become more and more mindless, mainly as he was dosing himself with his toxins, within that set moment his mind was truly embraced by the darkness, the occultic whispers.

"
Natura ortum, obscurum cresco,
Natura ortum, obscurum cresco,
Natura ortum, obscurum cresco,
"

The chants would be the only words to come from him, like a breathing corpse he would move with, a goal in mind but slowly took his character from himself. Unsheathing his orichalcum dagger would a smog come out to begin to glow about the ground before the rat would begin to glow.

The occult symbolic knowledge gifted by Eugo would begin to cover the ground. Blackjack would raise his knife up, flipping it into his hand to get ready to stab the ground before the cultist.

"

NATURA ORTUM, OBSCRURUM CRESCO!

"

The dagger would strike the ground and all around the magi and demons involved would magick laylines cover the ground. All of which seemingly inscribed into the ground. All about the magi would there be symbols of nature and of occult, some too even nullifying the power of light.

The rat would get on a kneel to the ground, blood would seem to slowly drop out onto the grass below him from his nose, panting, would he remain silent.
(Blackjack)
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19:45] "My blood's been made use of, you need not worry anymore. Claudia." A nod off in their direction as they turned to focus towards the rituals center. Taking the apple, grasped in hand, walking past the animus towards the rituals center. "Goodwork, everyone... The process won't require much more, but all of focus is needed."

Speaking to both those mortal and immortal. The spirits residing within the cornerstone were merely mocking in passing comment. Kneeling with both knees onto the ground. Leaning forward with both hands tightening their hold over the apple of Hel.

"It is through the grace of the dark lord... That my mind has become an unsafe establishment for knowledge. No longer limited by my finite existence. I call out to you, lord... Below. Take as you continue as we take from others... A cycle as endless as living and dying. Know, we act without restraint. For it's in this we find strength... Your strength."

Reeling their arm back as the final words would come fourth. Taking action immediately after, impaling their hand forward, piercing the ground with an immense force. Taking with it.

The illumination of visceral magics. Igniting the damp woods with a sense of life as the array of manas were being drained from the surrounding area. Demanding the requirements to best fertilize the apple.

"Now... Everyone... Like eugo spoke... Within your mind, within your very soul. Take to the most simplest action. And imagine. Imagine the roots of this apple spreading across the woods... Spreading below the earths surface into a realm beyond mortals. And even further than that." Their words were harsh, raspy. As they acted as the secondary source for this ritual.

Pooling together all their stamina in an attempt as enduring the hellish landscape that be their insides at the moment. Burning with fury as the torture was both uncomfortable, but pleasing to the mind. Knowing to some extent?

It was working.

And so they took their own words. Imagining not a tree, but a small sapling. The buddings akin to an iceberg… Small upon initial observation, but beneath? Resided something unstoppable. Immeasurable.
(Irkalla)
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[17:42] "Right then..." The woman spoke up, pushing themselves off the building as their gaze loomed over in direction of eugo, "Since the kings been returned. We can properly make the correct steps going forward. With the gathered essence's from the raid, we'll be putting them to use as we start up the ritual. Eugo, can you retrieve my apple?"

With a pivot off their heel. They looked off to the others. "Everyone is expected to come along. However if you do not desire? You've no need... Though, the more bodies in the initial conjuring. The better."
(Irkalla)
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[17:44] Arch says, "Now, this doesn't seem like my scene.."
[17:47] The demon returned from its out- Training itself, Trying to become a more dangerous predator. Eugo never spent a moment not training or pushing past his limits even when they were technically under siege at this point.

This desperation drove the demons to plot and scheme. To come up with other ways to strive for success without relying on humanity who betrayed them to a war they could not win.

As Eugo returns with silence he moves towards the center of the Dreadwoods. "If you're not one of us I'd suggest leaving now. You can handle your business outside of the Dreadwoods or at another time." The question was pointed and direct. It left no room for arguments.

After which he smiled looking lifting himself up from the plant life, The Ethereal nature of the Kaor peeling shadows from excitement. As he moved towards his store to get what was required. "But if you're with us? Come. Let us begin to forge our own miracles."

Nothing else would be said as the demon moved away towards his goal.
(Eugo La Ravias)
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[17:49] Irkalla says, "Right... That man can remain, if only because they've business with Jianyu..."
[17:49] Arch says, "Trust me, I don't plan to get in your way-.."
[17:49] Eugo La Ravias asks, "He can handle his business outside of the Dreadwoods...Don't you think?"
[17:49] Arch says, "My business involves that prisoner."
[17:49] Eugo La Ravias says, "Shes not involved with what your doing."
[17:49] Eugo La Ravias says, "So when Jianyu comes her and she can meet you at the entrance."
[17:49] Arch says, "That'll work."
[17:49] Arch says, "I'll bid you all farewell then-..."
[17:50] Claudia says, "goodbye nosy man"
[17:50] Irkalla says, "Until next time."
[17:50] Eugo La Ravias says, "Farewell."
[17:50] Arch glancing at the masked-figure to his right. "And you-... Stay out of my head. Got 'nough twisted up in there, already."
(Arch)
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[17:50] Claudia says, "...."
[17:51] Arch says, "Don't do anythin' I wouldn't do."
[17:52] The rat would slink to his people whilst waving off Arch, the rat would begin to summoning a runic circle, geometric shapes would slowly begin to rise and form a fractal laced pentagram, invigorating the ritual.

"Tell me where to place this, any sort of, darkness we are looking to invoke will be greatly enhanced."
(Blackjack)
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[18:03] "Right... Let's look forward to a good day then, yes?" Fixating their expression to the delightful smile, blossoming from mere thought of achieving something beyond recognizable, but progressive. At least for demon-kin.

Only after eugo had returned with the fruit did the ascended begin taking steps away off to the right, where the chapel for the void had been built. A befitting location for what the woman could perceive as a location for prayer in the future. For devotion, and more. All in the name of the dark lord.

"Come-along then. The process won't be nearly as difficult now with the preparations we've made for it. While we were meant to avoid... Conflict... We made use of it. One that will assist with this ritual going forward. For you see?"

Speaking as they lead the way, offering in-sight into the process. Enlightening their minds if only for the sake of their own creativity being exposed to the vast sea of imagination constructed by the ascended on their lonesome.

Puzzling together pieces of information. Expanding upon them and layering it all together within complex theories & methods. But at times? The simplest things seemed to work, with a bit of adjustments.

Looking forward to showcasing their own intelligence with this ritual.

As they arrived, a wave of the arm pointed fingers towards the alter at the end of rowed seats. "We shall plant the apple behind the alter. This way? The one who preaches will be blessed by the dark lord during their sermon." Likely not the only thing to be gained, but. It felt poetic at the bare minimum.

"Jack, you can work together with my soldiers and eugo to construct the ritual circle. Claudia?" Pausing for a moment, rummaging around their satchel, revealing a worn out dagger, carved however with fresh etchings. Scriptures likely foreign to their eyes.

"You desired to prove yourself, yes? Well... Such is your chance. Bleed for me. We will use your blood to create the circle. Mine as well..." And without hesitation they woman drew fourth a ghastly amount of blood, sliding the daggers edge up the length of their arm.

Clearly something only possible for a demon or something else unnatural. Or without feelings of pain.

Having found a suitable location before they obviously opened up their wounds. The demonic blood was spilled over top of the ground. The dagger, tossed over to the rabbit.

With everyone given their orders?

The apple was taken out in their free hand, turned off the bottom, observing. Wondering. To what could possibly be obtained at the end of this all.
(Irkalla)

[19:58] She would nod and simply take a few steps back out of the circle. She listened to the chanting that Blackjack gave as Eugo danced along the edge of the circle. She simply stood and watched. She seen Irkalla pierce the earth. The apple striking into the ground with her force. A rush of wind enveloped around her.

What followed was a light show as mana was being drawn in to fertilize the ground in a way that the apple could grow well and thrive in. A smile crossing her face as she observed what had been done.

Then the next step was commanded was simple. Claudia smiled and would place a hand on the bony pedestal she had made earlier and begin to force her mana through it connecting with the ritual circle of blood. She would offer it to grow. She closed her eyes.

She begun to picture the roots spreading and digging deep into the earth. They were becoming veins for the future tree. Something that would help provide life to the new sapling that would soon begin to grow more and more. She was pleased with herself as she pictured the roots. Her mind picturing all the small details of the roots piercing warms and obstacles that were under the surface of the dirt.

"Grow... for the Dark Lord" She said in a hushed sinister voice as she smiled. She would not falter in the thoughts she had. She would want the roots to spread across the whole continent so that it could take the mana from those all around. For their goals. For their ambitions.
(Claudia)
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[20:02] Immersed in Darkness the Shaman danced, Fueling the corruption that powered everyone around them, Shadows bent and snapped as the earth began to writhe in agony as literal Hel was summoned.

The ground opened and out sprouted a single Black Sapling like the horns of devil's the small branches whipped and tied itself bringing itself into existence standing tall about the size of a man.

Feelings of the occult only continued to rise, As small demons peered out towards it from the outlying woods, They knew something Darker was now vying for control of the Dreadwoods, Summoned from the life essence of battle and bloodshed, True Darkness would soon arrive.

Eugo moved his feet sliding in the dirt as he prepared for a final reception. The occult and blood from his own body was offered as a sacrifice. Carving off a piece of his own flesh, That would soon regenerate, And giving it to the tree. ITs roots quickly taking the flesh and consuming it as if it were a predatoritself.

"This is an example of what you can offer....Flesh...Blood...Mortal Sacrifices Anything you feel will help to empower your connection tot he Dark Lord now is the time for our dream to be realized." The project to claim the Vale through means of war was a failed one.

Now however? They would pierce the bounds of the spiritual world and bring Helheim to Eternia. A ritual to give the Dark lord his first foot hold on the world he so greedily wishes to claim. "From dirt to ashes, bone to rust, From light to darkness...Fall into silence and become the first Umbral Calamity that will make Esshar writhe in despair..."

His intentions given freely towards the sapling as it feasted upon the offered flesh. With nothing else to do the Shaman could feel the Chaos within him begin to subside...Not being a full Ascended he could only manifest the power in short bursts during his dances.

Yet if anything it would boast of Eugo's potential for one day gaining the same status as his peers. The Dark Shaman had done much this day, And even now...He forged on ahead to do the Dark Lord's work.
(Eugo La Ravias)
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[20:10] The Vermin wouldn't resist from it's weakening state. The rat would slowly begin to turn to smog, in a pure magick form, would a storm bellow from within, the form itself portraying a rudimentary tree like a hologram. Vibrations reeking of toxic powers would emanate from the form's core, lending themselves to the tree.

The air would reek of occult, and roses.

The tree was to pierce the ground until it pierced the heavens.

Life in order to kill off the age of man's squabble.

It would be time for greater things.

The bolt within the cloud would jolt upwards only to implode within the sky, as the cloud would soon form into the rat once more, covered in it's own blood as he fell backwards.

"I'm going to take a rest..."
(Blackjack)
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[20:24] With mist arriving over the scene, causing an unsettling arrival to a cold chill that defied the flames burning within them. A contradiction that could only explain the reasoning behind sweat building upon the pale visage.

Yet, they endured. Gathering the nearby soil to pad over top of the apple. Calling to dark magics imbedded within their being. Akin to a sabbath. Those around could sense the ethereal grasp of death looming over their shoulder. As if awaiting their acceptance to petrify them still.

And once the others had begun pouring in their contributions. Did the ascended rise to a stand. Reaching for the skies as if grasping for stars. Writhing in pain, but somehow managing to smile none-the-less. Eyes widening in disbelief as they felt an subtly calling beckoning from within.

A whisper that surprisingly numbed the pain. As if vague, but somehow detailing the path forward. A tone unknowing, but oh so familiar. To what exactly was said could not be heard. But understood regardless.

"Take... For we are yours... As such, what we hold. Is all, but biding its time before being given onto you."

Acting as a finale, an ending to the ritual. The waning magics would only come to cease once all actions were brought to a close.

Pending upon further possible action from the others. "Depart with what you desire to offer now. As the apple has settled... The roots begin to grow. With what we've given it now? Need only be sated further in the future."

(Irkalla)
20:32] The Shaman had been exhausted, Just how many times had he used powers beyond his means? The Kaor still continued forwards despite that. Eugo could only wonder when his body could no longer becoming an vessel capable of controlling the magics he dabbled in.

As the ritual came to a close so too did the demons powers, The chaos slowly vanishing from his veins and circuits. As his dancing died down and came to a slow stop. His chest puffing out with black miasma as he settled.

Beads of black sweat dripping down his face a gut renching grin towards Irkalla as he gazed towards his mistress...then back towards the sapling. "Is this truly it? What we've been working so hard to accomplish...Will our prayers finally be answered?"

The demon spoke as he saw for himself how deeply attuned to Helheim the sapling was. It was only a matter of time before it grew and became a real pathway to the beyond. And spread its tainted magics to the entirety of the woods.

With Irkalla giving the final speech Eugo could say nothing, But for the first time in a while the demon seemed pleased. "Let us continue then. There is no time too soon to begin the next phase."
(Eugo La Ravias)
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[20:43] Looking between the three, making way towards the animus all the while. Their words were taken into consideration upon standing before the demonic tome.

"We can proceed freely as we desire now... The groundwork has been laid. The woods surface now runs thick with corruptive fertilizer you could say... Why use water, when you could use essence's after-all." A bit amused by their own comment, enough to draw out a moments laughter.

"You all can rest... Those who desire to? Can speak with Eugo or myself to contribute further. Jianyu as well."

Without further delay, their gaze fell to the soil where the ritual grounds resided. Noticing the waning arts only dimming, rather than dying out fully.
(Irkalla)
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