04-22-2017, 11:55 AM
With the ice melted thanks to the toa of ice's assistance, Skeletor had free access to the entity trapped within. The warlock once more stepped forward, reaching through the newly created opening with his magic and drawing forth the power. Slowly, at first, like an all-too-tight valve being slowly ground open, the power trickled forth. Faint motes and specks of light, glimmering bright violet against the ice, shone in the frigid air. Then the flow grew more rapid and intense, forming into a thin, but solid stream of flickering purple light. Sparks and arcs of flame and electricity lanced out of it, crackling and hissing across the ice, and toward the warlock, crawling up his staff and arm. It was unpleasant, stinging as if he had suddenly stuck his arm into a furnace or been subjected to a grossly exaggerated jolt of static electricity for minutes at a time.
But in the end, the creature entrapped within the ice began to break down, cracking and splintering like the ice around it. It melted, dissolving into a thick, soupy sludge and dripping out of the hole in the ice as the last of its power was drained. It formed into a crystalline sphere of deep purple, pulsing with a pale, pinkish light at its center. Nearly the size of a small melon, but light as air in the skeletal mage's hand. It felt alien, and dark, and just to hold it sent jolts and tingling sparks of agony up the blue-skinned sorcerer's arm, but it positively radiated power.
With the source of the dark energy taken care of, the radar of the two unlikely liberators shifted back to prominence. The wavering signal pointing toward nebula's forces had resolved into a definite direction, pointing solidly to the northwest. It pulsed with an angry, red color, much more intense than when it had been uncertainly wavering. Whatever it had detected, it looked quite potent.
But in the end, the creature entrapped within the ice began to break down, cracking and splintering like the ice around it. It melted, dissolving into a thick, soupy sludge and dripping out of the hole in the ice as the last of its power was drained. It formed into a crystalline sphere of deep purple, pulsing with a pale, pinkish light at its center. Nearly the size of a small melon, but light as air in the skeletal mage's hand. It felt alien, and dark, and just to hold it sent jolts and tingling sparks of agony up the blue-skinned sorcerer's arm, but it positively radiated power.
With the source of the dark energy taken care of, the radar of the two unlikely liberators shifted back to prominence. The wavering signal pointing toward nebula's forces had resolved into a definite direction, pointing solidly to the northwest. It pulsed with an angry, red color, much more intense than when it had been uncertainly wavering. Whatever it had detected, it looked quite potent.
Quote:Challenge complete. Skeletor successfully harvested the creature of its power. Details of his prize can be provided via PM, at request.
Aside from that, you are free to progress. You have four days and one post of 600 words each, to head toward the next spot of trouble.