04-29-2016, 03:55 PM
The sorcerer sat in his office.
It had been a few long weeks since the incident at the Nexus, and he knew that he was close to cracking the mystery of Sinestro’s jewelry. He’d managed to find the copy that Atelos had been given, which had indeed wound up among the Spartan’s little bag of personal effects. Using his friend’s ring, the sorcerer had been able to break it apart and study some of what had gone into its construction.
Despite looking like a simple golden ring, it had a lot of power woven throughout it. That power allowed the ring to generate and manipulate ‘hard light’ into devastating weapons and defensive tools. As the Harbinger, the Sorcerer had used the powers of the ring as if they were an extension of his own body, and while he didn’t have that connection with the piece lying on his table, he still remembered how it should work.
“Need to create a power source…”
Unfortunately for the sorcerer, he didn’t know what had powered Sinestro’s ring. The Harbinger had the ring integrated into its own body, but the purple-skinned warrior from the Dunes had fueled his ring in some manner. Prior to fusing, Sinestro had channeled fear into the power of his ring. Not his fear, but the desire to inflict fear on others. Was this device somehow powered by fear?
Or maybe it’s something internal? Shang scowled at the prospect of having to hunt down and dissect the other prime. Since this was the Omniverse, there surely had to be some sort of work-around or alternate methods to power a ring.
From the door of his office, a calm voice proposed a very sensible solution. “Can’t you just make your own?”
Glancing up from the desk, the sorcerer stared at the secretary for a few moments before nodding his head very slowly. “Yes…” He muttered as he looked back down at the ring. “I can’t use fear though, that’s too… negative.”
“Love?” The woman replied, prompting the sorcerer to throw his head back in a long, hearty laugh.
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard all day,” he said, waving away her opinion with a smile as he looked back down at the dissected trinket. “Love? How ridiculous. It has to be something more tangible… Something that can drive people to great results. Like… hunger. Or desire for greatness.”
Those were all wonderful options that resonated with the sorcerer on a profound level. What better way to describe himself than someone who hungered for more than just knowledge and power?
“Sounds a lot like avarice,” his secretary mumbled, prompting him to turn a glare her way.
“That’ll be everything for today,” he shot back, and this time, his wave was to dismiss her from his office.
“Avarice? She’s lucky I don’t reassign her to punch papers for the Spartan,” Shang whispered as he stared down at the ring. Leaning to his side, he opened his drawer and retrieved the unmolested trinket. He set it down next to the Spartan’s ring and cleared his mind.
Three hours later, Shang Tsung let out a long breath and relaxed back into his chair. In front of the sorcerer, an enormous mass of glowing orange energy started to shrink in front of him. Within moments, the light and heat had faded away to reveal a bronze ring emblazoned with a logo on his own design and draped in a light orange hue. Scooping it up, the sorcerer grinned as he slid it over his right ring finger. The top of the ring continued to glow faintly as he felt it spread a general feeling of warmth over his slightly fatigued form. He knew this ring was just a prototype, but he already felt good about what he’d created.
Need to test this out… In just a few short hours, the town would be launching its probing force against Poenari. If he could hammer out the specifics for the ring, Shang hoped to return with his own elite group of ring-empowered soldiers.
The Pale Moors will belong to Darkshire. The orange of the ringer gave of a stronger glow as the sorcerer clenched his hand into a tight fist. The orange light of Darkshire will purge anyone that opposes me.
It had been a few long weeks since the incident at the Nexus, and he knew that he was close to cracking the mystery of Sinestro’s jewelry. He’d managed to find the copy that Atelos had been given, which had indeed wound up among the Spartan’s little bag of personal effects. Using his friend’s ring, the sorcerer had been able to break it apart and study some of what had gone into its construction.
Despite looking like a simple golden ring, it had a lot of power woven throughout it. That power allowed the ring to generate and manipulate ‘hard light’ into devastating weapons and defensive tools. As the Harbinger, the Sorcerer had used the powers of the ring as if they were an extension of his own body, and while he didn’t have that connection with the piece lying on his table, he still remembered how it should work.
“Need to create a power source…”
Unfortunately for the sorcerer, he didn’t know what had powered Sinestro’s ring. The Harbinger had the ring integrated into its own body, but the purple-skinned warrior from the Dunes had fueled his ring in some manner. Prior to fusing, Sinestro had channeled fear into the power of his ring. Not his fear, but the desire to inflict fear on others. Was this device somehow powered by fear?
Or maybe it’s something internal? Shang scowled at the prospect of having to hunt down and dissect the other prime. Since this was the Omniverse, there surely had to be some sort of work-around or alternate methods to power a ring.
From the door of his office, a calm voice proposed a very sensible solution. “Can’t you just make your own?”
Glancing up from the desk, the sorcerer stared at the secretary for a few moments before nodding his head very slowly. “Yes…” He muttered as he looked back down at the ring. “I can’t use fear though, that’s too… negative.”
“Love?” The woman replied, prompting the sorcerer to throw his head back in a long, hearty laugh.
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard all day,” he said, waving away her opinion with a smile as he looked back down at the dissected trinket. “Love? How ridiculous. It has to be something more tangible… Something that can drive people to great results. Like… hunger. Or desire for greatness.”
Those were all wonderful options that resonated with the sorcerer on a profound level. What better way to describe himself than someone who hungered for more than just knowledge and power?
“Sounds a lot like avarice,” his secretary mumbled, prompting him to turn a glare her way.
“That’ll be everything for today,” he shot back, and this time, his wave was to dismiss her from his office.
“Avarice? She’s lucky I don’t reassign her to punch papers for the Spartan,” Shang whispered as he stared down at the ring. Leaning to his side, he opened his drawer and retrieved the unmolested trinket. He set it down next to the Spartan’s ring and cleared his mind.
Three hours later, Shang Tsung let out a long breath and relaxed back into his chair. In front of the sorcerer, an enormous mass of glowing orange energy started to shrink in front of him. Within moments, the light and heat had faded away to reveal a bronze ring emblazoned with a logo on his own design and draped in a light orange hue. Scooping it up, the sorcerer grinned as he slid it over his right ring finger. The top of the ring continued to glow faintly as he felt it spread a general feeling of warmth over his slightly fatigued form. He knew this ring was just a prototype, but he already felt good about what he’d created.
Need to test this out… In just a few short hours, the town would be launching its probing force against Poenari. If he could hammer out the specifics for the ring, Shang hoped to return with his own elite group of ring-empowered soldiers.
The Pale Moors will belong to Darkshire. The orange of the ringer gave of a stronger glow as the sorcerer clenched his hand into a tight fist. The orange light of Darkshire will purge anyone that opposes me.