Post by Alecsander on Jul 12, 2021 18:03:53 GMT -5
((In a flash the door exploded, pushing out Mosrael, Cain, Alex, and any other intruders who may be lurking in the facets of Curse Kameren’s fractured mind. ---Curse wtf does this mean?? Curse I’m too old for this! ¬_¬ T.T ))
[also the room is entirely made of obsidian, just a heads up. ]
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Curse burst back to life in the real world, taking in a gasp of air and ripping at the blindfold over his eyes. When he could see he took in his setting in confusion and panic; Curse had no recollection of how he got here or what just happened, of the fight or his new apparent freedom from the Mistress who tortured him. He scrambled to his feet, hands pulsing with shield spells as he took in his surroundings.
In the maze of runes two men were illuminated by the dim starlight, their faces blurry and covered by shadow. “Who are you?! Identify yourself.”
The auror’s brow furrowed and nostrils flared as he acted on instinct, pushing out with his hands and trapping the two in shields against the wall. On their impact with the wall Curse felt a blow to the back of his head and he turned, frazzled green eyes searching for a third assailant in their midst. “What is this?” He hissed to himself, his heart rate rising as he took in the debris from their ritual. Were they Sentinels? Was this Mosrael, tightening her grip on him? Had he not been through enough?
“What have you done to me?” Curse’s glowing hands turned to fists and the shields turned opaque, their density pushing in on his assailants. “What is this?”
The transition back into his body was disorientating, Alex stumbled to his feet lifting a hand to press against his temple in an effort to relieve the pressure pounding at his skull. The runes around them were fading, the faint glow barely illuminating the area, and he squinted through the darkening room, trying to see Cain and Curse. “Cain! Where’s the light?” he was scrambling through his pocket for his wand when an unseen force shoved him.
He flew backwards with the force of the blow, grunting with pain as his back met the stone with force enough to snap his head backwards and crack it against the stone wall. He scrabbled against the wall, trying to find a purchase and regain his breath. Had they been ambushed? How had they been discovered? His head was ringing and he felt sick with the lashback from Cain’s spell and the blow to his head.
“Curse?” He gasped, then louder as his breath returned, “Curse? Where are you?” Where was his wand? He couldn’t see anything. Something was pressing him against the wall, blocking out the last of the fading light. His fingers brushed against his wand and he pulled it out, casting lumos and an expansion spell. In the bright light he could see he was surrounded by what seemed like an opaque shield. There was some shouting going on but he couldn’t make it out behind the spike hammering his temples.
If they had been ambushed he had to find the others.
[also the room is entirely made of obsidian, just a heads up. ]
.. .. ..
Curse burst back to life in the real world, taking in a gasp of air and ripping at the blindfold over his eyes. When he could see he took in his setting in confusion and panic; Curse had no recollection of how he got here or what just happened, of the fight or his new apparent freedom from the Mistress who tortured him. He scrambled to his feet, hands pulsing with shield spells as he took in his surroundings.
In the maze of runes two men were illuminated by the dim starlight, their faces blurry and covered by shadow. “Who are you?! Identify yourself.”
The auror’s brow furrowed and nostrils flared as he acted on instinct, pushing out with his hands and trapping the two in shields against the wall. On their impact with the wall Curse felt a blow to the back of his head and he turned, frazzled green eyes searching for a third assailant in their midst. “What is this?” He hissed to himself, his heart rate rising as he took in the debris from their ritual. Were they Sentinels? Was this Mosrael, tightening her grip on him? Had he not been through enough?
“What have you done to me?” Curse’s glowing hands turned to fists and the shields turned opaque, their density pushing in on his assailants. “What is this?”
The transition back into his body was disorientating, Alex stumbled to his feet lifting a hand to press against his temple in an effort to relieve the pressure pounding at his skull. The runes around them were fading, the faint glow barely illuminating the area, and he squinted through the darkening room, trying to see Cain and Curse. “Cain! Where’s the light?” he was scrambling through his pocket for his wand when an unseen force shoved him.
He flew backwards with the force of the blow, grunting with pain as his back met the stone with force enough to snap his head backwards and crack it against the stone wall. He scrabbled against the wall, trying to find a purchase and regain his breath. Had they been ambushed? How had they been discovered? His head was ringing and he felt sick with the lashback from Cain’s spell and the blow to his head.
“Curse?” He gasped, then louder as his breath returned, “Curse? Where are you?” Where was his wand? He couldn’t see anything. Something was pressing him against the wall, blocking out the last of the fading light. His fingers brushed against his wand and he pulled it out, casting lumos and an expansion spell. In the bright light he could see he was surrounded by what seemed like an opaque shield. There was some shouting going on but he couldn’t make it out behind the spike hammering his temples.
If they had been ambushed he had to find the others.