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With the circle cut, any spell that is performed would be corrupted. No protection from the darkness. A risk that immense would endanger his life, consuming him and destroying him from the inside out. His fear of death would've stopped him from taking that chance.

 

His fear of death, however, was conquered, mere minutes before.

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Fabrico grips his cane, contemplating on the most powerful spell he could muster from his memories. His darkest memories from his past. In this moment, he becomes blind to the events circling around him, everything frozen in his mind eye.

 

 

(Would you allow one of the highest Setite rituals?

 

Also, would you say that my roleplaying writing has improved?)

"God damn it, what do we do!? They just keep coming! If only we could stop them in place- wait a minute! Snowfall, you have to freeze The Mother! It's the only way we can get a good shot at her!"

(Ellebelly24, pls come back!)

Edited by Will

Fabrico surfs through his head, finally stopping at an acceptable ritual. The Surfeit of Serpents. This would be difficult to perform, and, as his protection is gone, would most likely kill him, consuming him from the inside out. But he was willing to accept death, if such power can invoked against the enemy.

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The man thrusts his cane into the ground, an unreadable expression on his face. The floor on which he stands glows a poisonous green, issuing bursts of light unfathomable to those that cannot comprehend it's power. As quickly as it came, the light faded, the gem on the cane finally cracking into remnants. Fabrico felt a coiling and writhing in his chest, and he looks around, hoping to find some sort of sharp tool, a piece of flint, anything.

 

(Spoiler alert; this ritual kills the victim of the spell, or the caster if done incorrectly. You can probably guess what's in him.)

Edited by Pecival

(Pops, the one with the shady past.)

Pops looks over at Fabrico.

What is he doing... Wait... Is that a...

Picking up a nearby shard of rock that was fairly sharp, he tossed it over to Fabrico.

"Fabrico! Catch!"

Edited by Blewcheese

Fabrico deftly catches the rock, his vision slowly becoming blurry. The writhing in his chest begins to burn, and a sensation of flesh rises through his neck. He quickly lies down on the ground, too unstable to stand up. With a piercing cry, he cuts himself in the chest, slowly cutting through his skin. Through the cuts, a mass of scaly skin is seen covered in blood, eating away at his organs. He cuts through his abdomen, a giant, two-headed snake revealed in his lungs. A deep shade of blue, the snake is the same color as the gem on Fabrico's cane. Fabrico tries his best to stand up, but he falls on the ground, the snake now eating its way out of his back.

 

 

 

And everything went black.

 

 

 

(Yeah, kind of predictable, considering the ritual name, but oh well.)

Edited by Pecival

(*sigh* Surfeit of Serpents causes the caster to curse a victim so that they eventually die from being eaten from the inside from the snake. If the caster does it to himself/herself, the caster will be able to control the snake, at least for a moment before descending into The Umbra. After descending, the snake is free to do what it wishes, though any final thought placed into it's head, such as seeking to kill a specific person, tend to stick with it, guiding it towards its goal until it's accomplished.)

 

The snake rises out of the bloodied mess, the scaly color reflecting and glinting. The twin heads look around, blindly looking for something to wrangle to death. The beady eyes land on one of the many tentacles coming forth, and the serpent attacks, partly for sustenance, partly for the commander in its head.

 

 

(Few things; The venom from the snake is supposed to be incurable, though the blood of the snake should cure it. The serpent can heal surprisingly fast, minor wounds disappearing nearly instantly, and major wounds repairing in five minutes.)

Edited by Pecival

(Technically, no, though I doubt he would live with incurable venom in his veins.)

 

The snake slashes wildly, baring its fangs at everything. Strangely enough, the snake doesn't seem to be attacking the group, but focused on the tentacles trying to fight back.

(Yes. Yes I did. That may sound foolish, but Setite snakes are beyond normal.)

 

The snake wrangles each tentacle, clashing through carelessly. It would appear that this serpent is not normal, almost demon-like in it's nature. The venom of the snake seems unforgiving, intoxicating, and the teeth are large, wider then the size of the snake would suggest.

 

(Oh my...whatever you do, do NOT destroy the snake.

 

I never knew that would happen if a demon snake was destroyed...)

The ophidian was becoming more infuriated, annoyed at the tentacles trying to attack and wrangle it. In response, the snake lashes furiously, the venom in its fang leaking and spraying in all. At the same time, the tail of the snake wraps around one of the nearest tentacles, trying to strangle it to death.

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Fabrico felt his mental grip on the serpent slipping, and his mind relaxing into darkness. He felt like he was being dragged into an abyss, as if someone was pulling on him, forcing him into the shadows below. Struggling to fight the pull, he quickly plants another command in the snake's head. How long he would have control, he didn't know.

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