:: Casualties of a Loving War::

by .........

- The animal folk of the forest froliced and fumbled about as the shadowed tendrils of night slipped over the land. Spilling into every knook of a tree or rocks. There was a deadly silence to the air this night. The wind nae whistled through the trees, as the owl did not give forth its nightly call of "Hooo.. Hoo.." All seemed out of place. Yet. The silence was comforting in a way...

A small fire was set within a circle of rocks, a small leather pouch laid before the burning kindling contained several powders and resigns. All lone, basked in robes of ivory a figure sat.. Waiting till the moon reached the wolves howling point. Till it stood the pinnacle within the nights air. Twas then the figure rose.. As did the wind.. Faintly at first.. Thin hands cut forth from the sleeves. The form was definately of a man, thin and old.. It would be near impossible to see through the darkness within his cowl, as if the absense of light was not all that let ones sight fail.. Kneeling before the fire, the figures head sank.. Recounting the words needed, it rose and cast its hands viciously within the sky. A powder dashed with this motion and sprang to the fire, causing it to roar and rise with a hollared pitch.. Arcane words fell to the forests "eyes" and ears as it called out..-

"Calash shamere ventris motemor.. Dalkenev seshinor Muerte de.. Muerte de.. novous tenebre.. Sangre dres... Malestrous... nestletabre.. "

-A sound echoed through the forest, merely lingering within the swirling air.. Then slowly it seemed as if the ground was moving, or better yet. Crawling.. A thousand and one insects came to their lords call.. Spiders weaved silken threads, as carpenter ants carried tiny knick nacks within their mandibles.. Silk worms as well spun a "thread" as pill bugs acted like spools.. This grotesque dance continued through the hours, till a creation sat before the fire... With their work done the four legged and eight or more creepy crawlies seemed to slither and slink back to the recess of the darkness.. One hand took forth the "present" as jade eyes fell from the cowel.. Letting it go, it seemed to levitate before the figure.. Tossing more of the dusts and brews within the fire, words of tempest nature cried to the night as this fevered dance continued..-

"Albashar venus tunabre maltives otro.. maltives eelbre... calinoose e'noch hesre mo' tre des... calamar'ti umbrada.. Eletrata.. Deness... "

-what ever flames caught the item before this weaver of the arcane, seemed not lend a marring sign upon it.. With the words cast and the spell in place, a hand dismissingly cast towards the item.. It flew then through the wind. Carried on a maelstrom of billowing wind.. Merely to land upon the doorstep of the Hall, faint seconds into the day of a young girls Fifth birthday.... Resting silently was a victorian doll, dressed in affluent robes of crimson, and a dress of vermillion.-

OOC: okay. .for all that are dying to know.. Here is how the spells went..

Control Weather. (ie the turbulent wind)
Summon Swarm (The ants and all)
Enchant Object/Protection spells (duh. the doll)

anyway. if anyone inspected the dool it would seem made of the highest quality. All the "powers" of the doll are of good intent and will protect the child its meant for.. There is no malice nor ill will seen in these actions, hence no reason for the spirits to get their panties in a bunch. L just a harmless gift... Play on folks. L

Posted on Aug 11, 2000, 12:47 PM

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