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Post by Ashe on May 13, 2024 17:38:54 GMT -6
![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/mansion/RemnantCrystal.png) ![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/mansion/RemnantCrystal.png) ![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/mansion/RemnantCrystal.png) ![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/mines/mindcrystal_sphere.gif) ![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/gardens/berry_healing.gif) As eerie as this place could be, Ashe was starting to look fondly upon it. It was where strange, magical things happened, and so far it had always benefited him. He had heard of some people failing in their attempts. That gave Ashe just enough spark to pay close attention each and every time he performed this ritual, to make sure that he didn't waste any of the items he'd gathered. Because, of course, that was what he worried the most about. Wasting precious materials. He wasn't scared of death or dying, and quite frankly he saw himself as a sort of master over it. One or two more creatures that knew how to heal, and he would be unstoppable in the face of death! But these healing berries and the different crystals he needed were more valuable, time wise. So it was with a careful tread that he started his ascent up the stairs. Inyala was clinging to his shirt collar for this, but always uneasy.
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Post by Ashe on May 13, 2024 17:45:32 GMT -6
Ashe's fingers trailed along some of the inscriptions on the wall, pictures showing the usual sacrifice, some old blood splatters. Some of these were similar to what he was here to do; capture magic into an orb that he could access himself. But there were other, more intricate events that were drawn here, some he wished he could spend more time studying. It seemed that whenever he came here, he was always eager to get what he wanted and get out. Then the world would go black and he would have his node and forget all about the interest in these pictures... Until the next time. And so the cycle would continue, and Ashe still had yet to study them completely.
Inyala made a soft sound as her eyes fell on one that looked particularly violent. She gave a bit of a shudder, hoping that wasn't something Ashe would find out about and try to take part in. He was always doing such foolish things!
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Post by Ashe on May 13, 2024 17:48:58 GMT -6
They reached the top of the stairs and the alter was in sight. Ashe didn't want Inyala near it, had hardly wanted her this close to it, but she insisted. Normally he would have refused and left her. Today, for some reason, he'd allowed more leeway. It was just, if something happened, he would be destroyed if she came to harm, especially because of him. So he made sure to keep her outside of what Ashe saw as the circle of power. Surely nothing bad would happen if you were outside of it!
Thus, Ashe gestured for her to get off, his tone kind and affectionate but also firm and not allowing for disagreement. She reluctantly left her human and clung to a new perch, a stone protrusion, and decided to watch from there. She was close enough to see, and that made her a little more comfortable, but could she even react in time? Silly as it was to worry about him still after all these attempts, she couldn't stop.
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Post by Ashe on May 13, 2024 17:54:10 GMT -6
Ashe reached the altar finally and stood before the figures. The Speakers, they were called. Never did much speaking though, did they? At least not to him! He tried to talk to them on several occasions, though most of the time he felt his throat tighten, as if the very room he was in was demanding his silence, his reverence, and had sensed that him talking would be disrespectful in some way. Not that he would mean to, but...
He set the items down. The three remnant crystals, the healing berry that would be his sole shield between a true death, and the mind crystal that would contain the magic. He marveled at how few remnant crystals were needed for this, compared to the tricky elements he usually preferred to tame. The shadow and chaos magics just called to him. He sensed Inyala tensing behind him, knowing that Ashe was about to do it, about to tempt even more magic and power. His own blood was singing with the possibilities.
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Post by Ashe on May 13, 2024 18:00:49 GMT -6
Ashe reached for the berry, his eyes glancing around at the speakers, as if tempting one of them to say something. Who knew, maybe they were able to recognize him by now? Maybe they had an opinion about how frequently he showed up here. How cool would it be if he could get a discount next time? Hey, here's a free mind crystal for your next visit, hey here's a magical crystal in a buy three get one free deal. Ashe snorted, shaking his head - this was probably why the Gods wouldn't want him speaking, definitely would disapprove of his words.
He popped the berry into his mouth and made sure to chew, letting the sweet juice flood his mouth and his senses. He swallowed, knowing it would take effect quickly enough to protect him from the next part. He needed a bit of his soul. He took up the spirit edge dagger from its usual spot on the altar and made a slice into his arm, a place that would bleed quickly. He barely noticed the sting as he moved his arm over the objects on the altar - dripping a drop of blood on to each item, making sure they each got a little drink, a little piece of him. Then he set the dagger down and dropped to his knees, his hands pressed together above his head in silent prayer to the Gods.
5 - Done
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Post by NPC on Aug 27, 2024 20:16:34 GMT -6
Node creation: success! Cooldown period ends on May 13, 2025
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