04-22-2016, 10:45 PM
I had never been a brave Gryffindor; nor had I ever been anxious or overeager to die. The primal fear of the force that haunted me and my creator for so long always seemed distant even when the Basilisk's dislocated fang plunged into my heart. This though was something far more visceral. A being of flesh and fire. a dim animalistic cousin to myself in a lot of ways, but still entirely potent. It was that potency that I felt fear of, true fear.
I respected it all the same.
And through that respect I also knew jealousy. It was a cool slippery feeling and I was all too familiar with from my time in the orphanage. It was born from the things I coveted, a bad habit if ever there was one. All the same though, I would make it my own just as everything else soon would be mine as well. But now was not a time I could indulge in such a paltry emotion.
Passion made for a finer, more exemplified motivating force.
A manic grin gripped my face as I drew myself into a stiff stance, wrought with tension. My wrist and fingers though bore my wand into a ragged slash as I invoked the incantation for the fiendfyre conjuration. It was my favorite spell for a reason and a thin beam of living heat erupted from my wand that reinforced my conviction to it. Fire was life and death incarnated with its crimson, writhing form.
Regretfully though I dismissed it for later use.
With that abrupt fanfare the battle began with the crackling roar of earth shattering from a belching staccato of flame… it was an appropriately pointed milestone that marked our descent into a literal and metaphorical hell. A hell that was charging towards us, towards its own ultimate destruction just as we were charging to our own.
A wall of light and heat.
It also did not take a genius to point out that I had yet to recover all of my spells; my own shield spell was a dueling variant rather than something all encompassing… so I did what any sane wizard would do. I hid behind the metal clad man. As I said before, I am no Gryffindor. The hulking fortress that was Okor however may as well have been, and he served that purpose admirably.
However, I was alive despite some grievous singeing. Still the flames passed with a swiftness that signaled the beginning of the melee and the forward charge of my human bulwarks. Deprived though I was of defense, I could see a clear path before me. With the imminent threat gone I could at least begin my own offensive.
Arcane power sang through my veins as I pulled a long loping sweep of my arm that formed a lazy spiral. Magic, heat and life energy condensed on the of the tip the rod that was held aloft in my hand. I drew in more, for after an attack like that, I had heat in spades. It was dirty. Inefficient. But it required less effort and this place was saturated with kinetic energy. In my mind I began shaping the spell, articulating the words to perfection a hundred thousand times over. And of perfection I picked only those that bespoke: apotheosis.
As I drew more power from the air and mixed it with the life force of this body… my mind stored those three little words away and began the second bigger casting. The one that needed my passions, my hate, my desire to fill my jealousy with something far more satisfying, more than that, it needed the life of another. It was something I was happy to provide.
“With your leave, Mr. Riddle, I will begin broadcasting to the Dataverse with complete audio,” came the voice of my hat. Its professionalism filled my head.
I gave it my mental agreement. Begin.
With that thought, I wrought the full force of my power upon the world. With a guttural roar and flourish of my entire body I called out, “Magnus Totum LACEROVISIS!”
The area was rent with the last syllable; as fractured reality split before me like a beam of light. It cut the distance from my twisting jab to the dragon’s side in a sliver of a second and echoed with a meaty ‘whumph’. The sound was made more impressive with a maroon blast that erupted with a crimson spray of blood, signalling direct impact.
I did not halt, no, I moved. I spun back around without hesitation from my initial flourish to twist into another fencing jab. A jab that brought my wand to the fore of a wicked arc that heralded my next demand of the world, “SEMPER MINUO!”
An acrid sulphurous bolt of pale green followed through the cloud of blood and skin. It burrowed even further, deeper into the previous wound before detonating dark magic across the injury's maw. The gangrenous explosion was unfortunately far more muted and less majestic in auditory impact, but that also belied a hidden truth that was the beast's poisoned side.
I grinned even as I caught the demonic attention of the dragon’s glare from a distance. It seemingly ignored the chap with the man sized sword even after being wounded by the same. In that instant I knew it had judged me as game, dangerous but ultimately worthy of being considered an appetizer only.
Joy…
A thunderous crack of the Gigaton hammer though took us both by surprise as the sheer weight of it reverberated across the mountain range like so many explosions of the London Blitz. It seemed the appetizer that I was would have to wait. The entrée wanted to go first. Being the delicious gentleman that I was, I could only oblige Zack and Okor.
With its attention fully distracted for a moment I looked upon the hole I had opened and corrupted upon its flank. The answer for my forthcoming action was made obvious.
I readied my next spell even as I could feel the strain of the last two rapid castings fell their weight upon my shoulders. That though… I would not abide with. No, I was Tom Riddle, the most powerful sorcerer upon this plane or any other. The weakness of this land that was the twisting of my magic to weaken me with each use was only a stopgap for Omni to heckle me with.
I snarled at the indignity, even as I moved forward and to the right to reorient with the churning tide of battle so could I begin collecting my power. I pulled at the air and drew in my will in the form of anger. Anger at this newest slight. Its ignorance could not be forgiven. It only served to stoke the enmity until rage thrummed in my ears at the injustice of being ignored. That was a lethal mistake.
A mistake I would capitalize on.
“Avada Kedavra,” I commanded!
The world bowed its knee to me and obliged.
I respected it all the same.
And through that respect I also knew jealousy. It was a cool slippery feeling and I was all too familiar with from my time in the orphanage. It was born from the things I coveted, a bad habit if ever there was one. All the same though, I would make it my own just as everything else soon would be mine as well. But now was not a time I could indulge in such a paltry emotion.
Passion made for a finer, more exemplified motivating force.
A manic grin gripped my face as I drew myself into a stiff stance, wrought with tension. My wrist and fingers though bore my wand into a ragged slash as I invoked the incantation for the fiendfyre conjuration. It was my favorite spell for a reason and a thin beam of living heat erupted from my wand that reinforced my conviction to it. Fire was life and death incarnated with its crimson, writhing form.
Regretfully though I dismissed it for later use.
With that abrupt fanfare the battle began with the crackling roar of earth shattering from a belching staccato of flame… it was an appropriately pointed milestone that marked our descent into a literal and metaphorical hell. A hell that was charging towards us, towards its own ultimate destruction just as we were charging to our own.
A wall of light and heat.
It also did not take a genius to point out that I had yet to recover all of my spells; my own shield spell was a dueling variant rather than something all encompassing… so I did what any sane wizard would do. I hid behind the metal clad man. As I said before, I am no Gryffindor. The hulking fortress that was Okor however may as well have been, and he served that purpose admirably.
However, I was alive despite some grievous singeing. Still the flames passed with a swiftness that signaled the beginning of the melee and the forward charge of my human bulwarks. Deprived though I was of defense, I could see a clear path before me. With the imminent threat gone I could at least begin my own offensive.
Arcane power sang through my veins as I pulled a long loping sweep of my arm that formed a lazy spiral. Magic, heat and life energy condensed on the of the tip the rod that was held aloft in my hand. I drew in more, for after an attack like that, I had heat in spades. It was dirty. Inefficient. But it required less effort and this place was saturated with kinetic energy. In my mind I began shaping the spell, articulating the words to perfection a hundred thousand times over. And of perfection I picked only those that bespoke: apotheosis.
As I drew more power from the air and mixed it with the life force of this body… my mind stored those three little words away and began the second bigger casting. The one that needed my passions, my hate, my desire to fill my jealousy with something far more satisfying, more than that, it needed the life of another. It was something I was happy to provide.
“With your leave, Mr. Riddle, I will begin broadcasting to the Dataverse with complete audio,” came the voice of my hat. Its professionalism filled my head.
I gave it my mental agreement. Begin.
With that thought, I wrought the full force of my power upon the world. With a guttural roar and flourish of my entire body I called out, “Magnus Totum LACEROVISIS!”
The area was rent with the last syllable; as fractured reality split before me like a beam of light. It cut the distance from my twisting jab to the dragon’s side in a sliver of a second and echoed with a meaty ‘whumph’. The sound was made more impressive with a maroon blast that erupted with a crimson spray of blood, signalling direct impact.
I did not halt, no, I moved. I spun back around without hesitation from my initial flourish to twist into another fencing jab. A jab that brought my wand to the fore of a wicked arc that heralded my next demand of the world, “SEMPER MINUO!”
An acrid sulphurous bolt of pale green followed through the cloud of blood and skin. It burrowed even further, deeper into the previous wound before detonating dark magic across the injury's maw. The gangrenous explosion was unfortunately far more muted and less majestic in auditory impact, but that also belied a hidden truth that was the beast's poisoned side.
I grinned even as I caught the demonic attention of the dragon’s glare from a distance. It seemingly ignored the chap with the man sized sword even after being wounded by the same. In that instant I knew it had judged me as game, dangerous but ultimately worthy of being considered an appetizer only.
Joy…
A thunderous crack of the Gigaton hammer though took us both by surprise as the sheer weight of it reverberated across the mountain range like so many explosions of the London Blitz. It seemed the appetizer that I was would have to wait. The entrée wanted to go first. Being the delicious gentleman that I was, I could only oblige Zack and Okor.
With its attention fully distracted for a moment I looked upon the hole I had opened and corrupted upon its flank. The answer for my forthcoming action was made obvious.
I readied my next spell even as I could feel the strain of the last two rapid castings fell their weight upon my shoulders. That though… I would not abide with. No, I was Tom Riddle, the most powerful sorcerer upon this plane or any other. The weakness of this land that was the twisting of my magic to weaken me with each use was only a stopgap for Omni to heckle me with.
I snarled at the indignity, even as I moved forward and to the right to reorient with the churning tide of battle so could I begin collecting my power. I pulled at the air and drew in my will in the form of anger. Anger at this newest slight. Its ignorance could not be forgiven. It only served to stoke the enmity until rage thrummed in my ears at the injustice of being ignored. That was a lethal mistake.
A mistake I would capitalize on.
“Avada Kedavra,” I commanded!
The world bowed its knee to me and obliged.
Quote:1174 Words, used Charged Invocation, Incanted Dark Magic, the Killling Curse and the Okor Shield Maneuver™