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Log: Pustastic; or, Minus Binds Beltraz

Page history last edited by Richard Hughes 15 years, 8 months ago

(Run by Sakin for Minus the Bear.  If this qualifies as long enough to deserve some xp, please hold on to it so I can give it to the new character I'll be rolling over the weekend)

 

(Minus summons a guardian fit to protect an entire city)

 

 

Minus the Bear performs the ritual chants in the great rent in the earth where such things are done. For perhaps the last time he brings the sacrifice of sweet blood to bear, brutally killing the sacrificial lamb with his bare hands and filling the trenches of the circle with the lambsblood. He sings as he does this, an old song that came before such things as time and the world.

 

There is a sound like the ripping of flesh, wet and meaty, that resonates through your innards as a hole is torn open in Creation. Vile, black ichor pours out of this unnatural rent within the summoning circle, a disgusting tide that fills the invisible boundaries in a cylinder like water might fill a glass of water. Faces can be seen in the whirls and eddies of this pus-smelling liquid... faces and teeth.

         /We/ /remember/ /the/ /oaths/, the pus speaks, each word coming from a different mouth. /We/ /remember,/ /but/ /we/ /are/ /hungry/.

 

"Serve me," roars the sorcerer, "And you will gorge on meat, the finest mutton in the east!"

 

The pus congeals into a sopping black mass, a headless humaonid thirty feet tall with a mouth taking up its entire chest cabity. "Beltraz, the Encompassing Maw, shall feast upon you!" It flies towards the circle's edge, striking it, rebounding, and splashing into the ground to return to pus once more.

 

Minus the Bear tames your ass!

 

The flood of pus within the circle roils shamefully. "/By/ /the/ /pact/... /I/ /must/ /serve/."

 

Task to which the demon is bound:

Protect the nation of Tajome and its inhabitants from assassins and terrorists and all those things that are called Creatures of Darkness until such time as that nation falls or one thousand years pass.

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