03-23-2007, 10:45 AM
The raven perched high on a ledge overlooking the arena in Stranglethorn Vale...and through the bird's eyes she watched it all unfold.
The Ironsong tribe gathered with a quartet of Warlocks led by the Lady Eveline. Together they summoned Ronx through the nether to a circle of power that was barely able to contain the demon that still dwelled within him.
The Exorcism began as the circle held..although only barely. Eveline produced a small demonic statue..an item of power...and held it tightly as she exchanged words with the tainted Tauren...once her former friend. The demon spouted lies and threats...and Ronx threatened her destruction...but Eveline held true and through her own force of will she battled the demon for control, until finally the two exploded into a fit of combat.
The demon as Ronx struck over and over...but Eveline's spells were strong and it faltered twice, but Ronx's blade was strong and in the hands of the demon it landed many powerful blows on the undead girl. Eveline finally withdrew and made one final attempt at capturing the demon's essence...as her body erupted into a purplish glow. A beam extended from her outstretched hand and finally grabbed the demon...but even as it's essence was extracted from the Tauren...it landed a final blow...and Eveline collapsed to the ground.
Both Ronx and Eveline lay still on the arena floor as the remaining members of Ironsong gathered around.
From among them, the Shaman called Jadyn recited a spell and touched Eveline...and at last her body sprung back to health. In her hand the tiny figurine glowed, and in her other, a new soul shard gleamed with the life force of the demon that was once inside Ronx. The Tauren Cloudjumper extended a welcoming hand and helped the Warlock back to her feet.
In time...the Tauren called Ronx stirred back to life as well...and though groggy and tired, the demonic taint that once ignited his eyes was finally gone.
"The shard contains the demon's essence...but it is only a temporary prison." Eveline told them. "To finish this the ritual must be completed and the demon must be summoned to this plane. Once it has physical form, it can be destroyed."
"I claim the right of combat." Veramorla stepped forward. "I will battle it...and will send the last vestige of my mother's evil back where it can do no more harm."
"I claim it as well..." Ronx replied. "It...tried to destroy me...and I will finish it once and for all."
Eveline then called for 4 volunteers from the tribe. The ritual would claim someone's life...and though it could be returned by magic...the ritual was dangerous nevertheless.
A second circle was formed and the raven watched as Eveline used her knowledge of the Fel arts to call forth the demon at last invoking it's true name.
"Garyal! Come forth!" She screamed.
The shard exploded in her fist and the rogue called Skrap collapsed to the ground. Now standing before them, the great winged demon Garyal drew it's blade and prepared for battle.
Veramorla exploded into combat as did Ronx and the two Ironsong warriors flanked the demon from either side. The battle would be a short one...and no more Ironsong lives would be lost this day. In the end, the demons body collapsed to the arena floor...its essence at last returned to it's plane of origin.
"It may be a hundred years or more before the demon regains enough energy to return here." Eveline stated, her eyes at last looking weary. "For now...it is done."
Lucinther produced a shiny pair of jumper cables and charged them up. He knelt over Skrap and gave the orc girl a blast. As usual...nothing happened.
Cloudjumper stepped forward and crumbled a small seed reciting a prayer to the Earth Mother, and suddenly the half Goblin's eyes fluttered open.
"Why is it always the live ones the spell takes?" Eveline wondered out loud . The tribe laughed around her.
As the tribe gathered around Ronx...the raven suddenly took flight...
Ptarra knelt near the surf on the beach of the Isle of Dread. Somewhere in the distance a wild Chimaerok howled and the troll girl opened her eyes. Her link with the bird was now severed.
"Ronx be saved den...it is done." She smiled and took some comfort in knowing.
My thanks to everyone who helped and participated in such a great RP event. It is not one I will soon forget. Special thanks to Eveline for preparing such a wonderful ending to the story...and of course to Ronx himself for daring to take us one step further than we thought it would go...
-=((D))=-
The Ironsong tribe gathered with a quartet of Warlocks led by the Lady Eveline. Together they summoned Ronx through the nether to a circle of power that was barely able to contain the demon that still dwelled within him.
The Exorcism began as the circle held..although only barely. Eveline produced a small demonic statue..an item of power...and held it tightly as she exchanged words with the tainted Tauren...once her former friend. The demon spouted lies and threats...and Ronx threatened her destruction...but Eveline held true and through her own force of will she battled the demon for control, until finally the two exploded into a fit of combat.
The demon as Ronx struck over and over...but Eveline's spells were strong and it faltered twice, but Ronx's blade was strong and in the hands of the demon it landed many powerful blows on the undead girl. Eveline finally withdrew and made one final attempt at capturing the demon's essence...as her body erupted into a purplish glow. A beam extended from her outstretched hand and finally grabbed the demon...but even as it's essence was extracted from the Tauren...it landed a final blow...and Eveline collapsed to the ground.
Both Ronx and Eveline lay still on the arena floor as the remaining members of Ironsong gathered around.
From among them, the Shaman called Jadyn recited a spell and touched Eveline...and at last her body sprung back to health. In her hand the tiny figurine glowed, and in her other, a new soul shard gleamed with the life force of the demon that was once inside Ronx. The Tauren Cloudjumper extended a welcoming hand and helped the Warlock back to her feet.
In time...the Tauren called Ronx stirred back to life as well...and though groggy and tired, the demonic taint that once ignited his eyes was finally gone.
"The shard contains the demon's essence...but it is only a temporary prison." Eveline told them. "To finish this the ritual must be completed and the demon must be summoned to this plane. Once it has physical form, it can be destroyed."
"I claim the right of combat." Veramorla stepped forward. "I will battle it...and will send the last vestige of my mother's evil back where it can do no more harm."
"I claim it as well..." Ronx replied. "It...tried to destroy me...and I will finish it once and for all."
Eveline then called for 4 volunteers from the tribe. The ritual would claim someone's life...and though it could be returned by magic...the ritual was dangerous nevertheless.
A second circle was formed and the raven watched as Eveline used her knowledge of the Fel arts to call forth the demon at last invoking it's true name.
"Garyal! Come forth!" She screamed.
The shard exploded in her fist and the rogue called Skrap collapsed to the ground. Now standing before them, the great winged demon Garyal drew it's blade and prepared for battle.
Veramorla exploded into combat as did Ronx and the two Ironsong warriors flanked the demon from either side. The battle would be a short one...and no more Ironsong lives would be lost this day. In the end, the demons body collapsed to the arena floor...its essence at last returned to it's plane of origin.
"It may be a hundred years or more before the demon regains enough energy to return here." Eveline stated, her eyes at last looking weary. "For now...it is done."
Lucinther produced a shiny pair of jumper cables and charged them up. He knelt over Skrap and gave the orc girl a blast. As usual...nothing happened.
Cloudjumper stepped forward and crumbled a small seed reciting a prayer to the Earth Mother, and suddenly the half Goblin's eyes fluttered open.
"Why is it always the live ones the spell takes?" Eveline wondered out loud . The tribe laughed around her.
As the tribe gathered around Ronx...the raven suddenly took flight...
Ptarra knelt near the surf on the beach of the Isle of Dread. Somewhere in the distance a wild Chimaerok howled and the troll girl opened her eyes. Her link with the bird was now severed.
"Ronx be saved den...it is done." She smiled and took some comfort in knowing.
My thanks to everyone who helped and participated in such a great RP event. It is not one I will soon forget. Special thanks to Eveline for preparing such a wonderful ending to the story...and of course to Ronx himself for daring to take us one step further than we thought it would go...
-=((D))=-
Sing True Ironsong!