02-27-2017, 04:27 PM
The circlet flies through the air with a mixture of satisfaction and mild disappointment on Mendor's face.
One of the skeletons leaps into the air, elegantly catching the circlet on the tip of its scimitar. Landing on its feet without effort, the skeleton dons the circlet. Its senseless growls become a chuckle. Flesh grows out of nothing and covers the skeletal face; long silvery hair erupts from the skull to fall on muscular shoulders; and eyes of amber fill the previously empty sockets. The crimson lips on the pale face part and the chuckle gradually turns into maniacal laughter.
Then the figures start to fade into a dark mist, to be dissipated through the floor. The crimson light fades and the opening on the roof starts to close.
"See you another time, mortal,"
Mendor says as he fades to nothingness at last, and finally the sinister runes of the calling circle gradually wink out of existence. With a booming sound, the ceiling is finally closed.
Then there's silence.
After a minute, you hear sounds. Sounds whose absence you did not notice before. Feet stomping, birds chirping, an eagle's call to its mate, and similar, various sounds of nature fill the deafening silence of the room, faintly filtering through the thin layer of rock and stonework abovehead.
Maul pokes his head through the trapdoor, seeing all evil is gone, and notes,
"I think you did it."
One of the skeletons leaps into the air, elegantly catching the circlet on the tip of its scimitar. Landing on its feet without effort, the skeleton dons the circlet. Its senseless growls become a chuckle. Flesh grows out of nothing and covers the skeletal face; long silvery hair erupts from the skull to fall on muscular shoulders; and eyes of amber fill the previously empty sockets. The crimson lips on the pale face part and the chuckle gradually turns into maniacal laughter.
Then the figures start to fade into a dark mist, to be dissipated through the floor. The crimson light fades and the opening on the roof starts to close.
"See you another time, mortal,"
Mendor says as he fades to nothingness at last, and finally the sinister runes of the calling circle gradually wink out of existence. With a booming sound, the ceiling is finally closed.
Then there's silence.
After a minute, you hear sounds. Sounds whose absence you did not notice before. Feet stomping, birds chirping, an eagle's call to its mate, and similar, various sounds of nature fill the deafening silence of the room, faintly filtering through the thin layer of rock and stonework abovehead.
Maul pokes his head through the trapdoor, seeing all evil is gone, and notes,
"I think you did it."
