06-29-2017, 10:32 AM
(06-29-2017, 01:21 AM)AustinLB90 Wrote:(06-28-2017, 10:47 PM)achroma Wrote: Feizel runs back and forth from the stage, depositing piles of books. After several loads, he finally gets onto the stage himself. "Right, now for the portal... give me some time to concentrate..." Feizel closes his eyes and begins to take deep breaths.*Austin unsure what to grab at this point turns to Feizel and says* "Don't listen to the thing it only wants to stop you and make you angry"
"ƈɛცཞơŋ ƙŋơῳʂ ყơų ąཞɛ ῳɛąƙ, ąŋɖ ɬɧɛ ῳɛąƙ ɠɛɬʂ ɖɛ۷ơųཞɛɖ. ƈɛცཞơŋ ƙŋơῳʂ ყơų ąཞɛ ʄƖɛɛıŋɠ, Ɩıƙɛ ɬơųཞ ℘ąɬɧɛɬıƈ ʄąɬɧɛཞ."
Not a single line goes from writer to the entity, but many lines from the entity are seen going off. All seems to be fine with writer, besides the fact that with true sight, a giant pitch black cobra is coiled up within, dormant. Feizel avoids the runes, desperately trying to concentrate, and a thin black line between the entity and himself. It's uncertain who's influencing who. "Get me out of here" he wispered in a raspy voice as the golem prodded him
*Austin then turns to the golem* "Don't bring the other avali he can't be trusted any more, we have to leave him behind unfortunately"
*Austin continues to wait unsure what to grab*
Feizel continues to focous, having slight trouble after the comment. "Just a few more moments and we should have a way out, and if you want to be that way, we should leave you here, because you broke into my house... doesn't feel good now does it? If we take you, we take him" A small sandy vortex opens up on the stage, just large enough for books and such, but as time goes on, it gets wider.
(06-29-2017, 02:45 AM)Lost Rinoah Wrote: The golem stared at Austin for a moment before looking back to the faltered stone Avali... Wait. Stone? That meant.. Shards of crystal slowly spread from it's legs growing across the ground in a circle around it before they met up with the fallen stone fellow. Retreating rapidly to their form as the shards crept up Writer's form, coating the damages and most the rest of their body with a thin layer as the crystals crackled and repeatedly cracked and repaired themselves. Stressing as Writer was lifted up to his feet by the crystals. Acting as some sort of exoskeleton as he was forced to stumble forwards after the golem as they began to walk up onto the stage.
Writer is compleatly taken off guards as the crystals spread up his body, clearly unsettled, even afaraid. He let's out a startled yelp as he's pushed by the crystal before stumbling for a while finally catching himself before taking another tumble. He looks at the golem with a greatful gaze. "Why? Your friend over there rather I stay here with that... that abomination, yet you still help? What are your motives? No one does things like that all the time without an alterior motive."