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"Destiny is what you make it love." She grins picking up her pace to a brisk jog. "If you will it you can do it, nothing is pre-ordained. we each walk our own path desideing for ourselves what we will do and be."
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If she had heard Romana's comment about destiny, the sprite likely would have hightailed it in the opposite direction, associating such proclamations with power-hungry mages. Fortunately for the sanity of the sprite, she was scouting ahead, getting a feel for the energies.
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Ariel/F/?/Sprite - familiar for Centaur Prime
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Romana just chuckles at Hawkwind, but nods as well. "Destiny may be what you make it, but only if you have the courage to reach through fire to forge it in the first place. Can you feel it though? The winds of change are being drawn to that spot, that one place and time. We will be ready soon, and then can begin."
The clouds begin to stir a little faster. The alignment is getting closer to fruition, and the stars themselves begin to hum in anticipation.
The sprite may have been wise to stay out of earshot, for her sensing of the areas magic feels somewhat eery, even considering the condensed magical nature of the dream. There are forces at work here far beyond normal comprehension. Forces that memories best left forgotten in the sprites mind may recall.
This magic can only be described as one thing if any: Primal.
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As she circles around the site, the sprite is getting slightly nervous. It's not stage fright as she's worked more productions than she can quickly count, and has usually had an opening night every couple months for the past several years. Rather, it's something nagging at her mind that this could be more dangerous than she initially bargained for, and involve forces that turned on her in the past.
The sprite circles around the growing thunderhead above the altar, looking for an signs of life foolish enough to come close. As Romana and Hawkwind draw close, the sprite reports back on her findings.
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Ariel/F/?/Sprite - familiar for Centaur Prime
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Apon arival Hawkwind emeadiatly start her settup for the wards. stating with a stuck blade first at the four cardnel points. Starting with earth she works through the elements, drinking more and more of her precious yiggadrissl sap as she moves further from her prime element. As each element is invi=oked, the sword takes on aspects of that element. as she finnishesa wall of swirling elemental energy rises cresting to make a dome of pearlesent light around the wagon, the altar and everyone. This done she drops to her knees sweet steaming from her body. "Ok love do what you need to do, I need to rest a bit..."
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Romana almost immediately jumps out of the cart, beginning to haul papers with silvered runic symbols along their edges into position. She nods to the sprite and her info, shuddering slightly. Seeing Hawkwind's exhaustion, she pats her shoulder. "We have come too far now my friends. Let this effort not be for waste."
She begins drawing a complicated magical circle in chalk, dusting it with charcoal dust as she goes. The six elements, symbols of power, and something akin to Runic Mathmatical equations begin to encircle the site of the altar. She looks up to the sky, that whole process taking her nearly fifteen minutes. "It's coming... friends... now is the time. We have only moments. I ask.... I even humbly beg, that whatever you have to offer be offered up now in magic."
She begins to chant, in a very odd lilt.
"Dragons guard knowledge on high"
The symbol of Shadow ignites in wavery black flame.
"Summoned low as the time is nigh."
The symbol of Earth ignites in dark emerald flame.
"Three of the center, balanced through you"
The symbol of Water ignites in a azure blue flame.
"Guarding the knowledge of writing that's true"
The symbol of Air ignites into a brilliant yellow flame.
"Serpent of the circle we find"
The symbol of Fire bursts into a hefty deep red flame.
Romana begins shaking, sweat pouring from her as she pours literally all she has into the circle. The planetary alignment seconds from completing itself.
"For all the worlds knowledge we bind."
The last symbol of Light glows brightly and bursts into a pure white flame.
As the symbols ignite, columns of energy rises from them and pour into the book and the pages, which begin whipping back and forth in a frenzy of activity. As the last of the pages binds itself, the symbol on the cover begins to glow intently with a light that can only be described as primal magic itself. This binds it all together, clamping and locking the book shut.
This is not the end however. The earrings float up to Romana and implant themselves into her ears directly, and that is when the book begins to... feed. Any and all available ambient energy is taken first, the symbols of Romana's circle consumed and snuffed out, even the calculation marks and containment symbols.
Romana, eyes staring wide in utter awe, simply reaches out to the energy. "So... beautiful." When she touches the sparks, two more reach out, contacting Hawkwind and Ariel, attempting not just to feed, but to learn. It is not necessarily violent, nor is it evil. It is, as some would put it, the nature of the beasts within...
((OOC Note: Those of you wishing a musical interpretation... The GM has found the song that he believes best fits it. Even if the video is only partially a match. You may find it here. ))
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