Following the fad of multiple other cults forming RP threads, I figure I'd show off a small event that Zarah concocted for us that followed a cult gathering - she had been hinting at wanting an icewyrm, so we went off and stalked one down in the Redcap Caverns. This is what happened:
You have emoted: Sarrius leans forward to inspect the massive wyrm, his eyes
wide with amazement. His fingers slacken on the hilt of his blade, obviously
taken in by the majesty of the creature.
You say, "He's a big 'un, eh?"
Zarah takes a small step closer to the gigantic icewyrm and carefully puts her
weapons away in plain sight of the animal.
Zarah clears her throat slightly, and lets her words ring out boldly.
With a serpentine sway, Zsavrai peers out from behind you, pupils dilating
unnaturally as she listens.
Zarah says, "Great beast! I call to you this day."
Kayvaan motions with his spear, causing his wyrm to breath an icy mist in front
of the gathered hunters and create a small half-wall for use as cover, "Stay
behind it, brethren." he snarls.
Zarah says, "To join with me and with the Hunt.."
Zarah says, "To be my companion in the blood-rich fray."
The glacial icewyrm tilts its head slightly, appearing interested in this shiny
Lalitana whispers something to her wolf, which backs up several paces from the
enormous wyrm with a low whine.
With a quiet giggle, Zsavrai says, "Blood-rich fray..."
At the icewyrms movement, Zarah stands up straighter and lets her voice echo
loudly throughout the caverns.
Zarah says, "To oceans black and depths with fury."
Zarah says, "Collecting rats and those who scurry."
Zarah says, "To mountains high and caverns damp."
Zarah says, "Seeking out ogres and orcs to tramp."
Zarah says, "To plains and valleys, lakes and hills."
Zarah says, "For demons and undead to showcase our skills."
Zarah says, "To cities and councils, for glory and gain."
Zarah says, "Draining the blood of the Arcane!"
You have emoted: Sarrius smiles softly, leaning in to listen to the entity speak to the wyrm.
The icewyrm blinks its eyes at these strange utterances, yet leans down towards
Zarah feeling a slight connection, a heartfelt pull.
The tiny Zarah begins to whisper to the wyrm, making small gestures as she
speaks only to it.
As the giant hears her secret plea, the beast lowers itself onto the ground of
the cavern. Closing its enormous eyes, it acquiesces to the entities plea.
Zarah gently climbs onto the enormous beast, struggling just slightly, and
takes her place between its wings.
Zarah grins mischievously at you.
Brishi Zaridiux says, "It did accept, at the least."
A faint growl in his voice, Darin says to Zarah, "Color me impressed."
Zsavrai says, "Of course it did."
You see Zarah yell, "To me, great beast! To stalk the prey."
You see Zarah yell, "With stealth and style, without delay!"
The great wyrm rises up with Zarah upon its back, and flaps its wings once,
sending those gathered off their feet.
"Oof!" Darin exclaims, grimacing.
Zarah's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Zsavrai hits the ground beneath her with a grunt, smoothing a lace-edged
viridian chiffon skirt as she swings back up to her feet nimbly.
Kayvaan swears under his breath as he falls and his leg is crushed by his
Kayvaan kicks at his wyrm until it gets off of him and stands back up, "I'm
fine." he grunts.
Zarah says, "That went rather well, I think."
A savage gray wolf whines and scrambles for purchase on the ice before toppling
over, sending Lalitana sliding into a wall.
You have emoted: Struggling up to his feet again with his broadsword for
leverage, Sarrius shakes his head free of any lingering disorientation.
Zsavrai says, "You weren't eaten. That always marks a delightful end."
Zarah says to you, "I spoke to him words of the Night, words of Life, and words
of War. I spoke to him of Their sacrifice, and how we must go on once more."
Clashing his broadsword and shield together in a din of approval, you exclaim,
"So be it! For the Hunt! Long live Zarah! Long live Glaurik! May they ride for
many years to come!"
Climbing back onto his wyrm, Kayvaan takes up his spear and shield, "For the
Hunt!" he echoes, smashing his weapon and shield together.
Kayvaan Zharn says to Zarah, "Looks like you'll be needing a spear after all,
Zarah says, "I do have some ideas with which to go fetch one, yes."
Zarah says, "I shall call him Glaurik, and he shall be the first for the
Glaurik, the Glacial, snorts his approval, though more gently this time seeing
how easily he last dislodged the Hunters.
Zsavrai scrapes skin from her forearm, casting a splatter of blood almost as if
in approving offering, quietly repeating your words.
Zarah says, "Another day I think, to go in search of wood most demonic in
nature to conquer as our own."
Zsavrai says, "Demonic...wood?"
Zarah says, "Aye, do you know of what I speak?"
A faint growl in his voice, Darin says, "The Leechwood.."
Kayvaan Zharn says to Zarah, "The Al'drym woods fit your description, Sister.
My kin have sent many stalkers into that blighted place."
Zsavrai places bloodied fingers to her temples, letting her eyes close.
Zarah's eyes alight with amused excitement.
Kayvaan Zharn says to Zarah, "I can guide you to the forest, Sister- but not
within it. There are foul mists that confound even the most experienced of the
Idrasi and Brotherhood's hunters."
Zarah says, "Perhaps one can be called out from the mists, but how to
accomplish this.. we shall all have to think on."
You say, "I have experience in that dark place."
You say, "I shall plot a hunt deep in to the Al'drym - where we shall conquer
its horrors as our first Wild Hunt!"
For those curious what big Glaurik looks like:
The enormity of this ethereally scaled icewyrm makes it a giant above all
others. Casting a slight sheen off any light, Glaurik's scales serve to
disorient any prey which might oppose him. His deep-set eyes gleam with a dark
sapphire color, impossibly discernible from jet black to any impatient
onlooker. Two large slits sit upon his malleable jaw, acting to find the scent
of even the most elusive prey. Four rows of jagged, needle-like teeth are set
within each other and are tilted at various angles to puncture and rip the
flesh of any creature unlucky enough to be caught within his maw. Brilliantly
white wings flare out from his back, made from thousands of tiny scales that
feel like the softest leather when touched. Each wing is lined with translucent
claws, which when Glaurik folds his wings over his head, can appear to look
just like a collection of stalactites and stalagmites. Atop his head, two
mammoth horns have grown together into one large boney mass which protrudes
upwards and falls in descending spikes like icicles, continuing down his neck
to end at his wings. His gigantic feet display three wicked claws each, which
dig into the ground as he walks.
Glaurik, the Glacial almost glows with nearly god-like power.
It weighs about 562 pounds.
It is loyal to Zarah.
You see nothing in it.
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