There is BLACK MAGIC afoot... just wrote this (no spoiler): The Necromancer held his arms out wide and began his sing-song chant. The tiny table began to shimmer and started to grow. Within a minute, it had expanded to full size. The Necromancer continued chanting, shifting his tone as he began the incantation that activated the table and called the imprisoned eyes to the surface. When they were all glowing brightly, he fell silent for a few moments, gathering his breath. His three followers watched closely. They had witnessed this ritual before, had heard these incantations, but after the success at Woburn a few hours ago, all of them knew that something different would be happening this time. None of them knew exactly what, though. And where their temperamental leader was concerned, that was always a dangerous thing. The Necromancer bent forward and place his fleshy hands as far out onto the surface of the table as he could reach. The glowing eyes seemed to shrink away from his touch. He began a third incantation. This one sounded similar to the ones his lieutenants had heard in the past, but with subtle differences in both tone and rhythm. Black magic, thicker and more viscous than anything they had seen before, began to drip down from the edge of the table. The grass where it landed hissed audibly and shriveled up. The magic continued spilling from the table in thicker and thicker streams, until what looked like a puddle formed on the now bare ground. Still the Necromancer chanted. The black puddle grew until it was nearly as wide around as the table itself. Finally, the Necromancer fell silent, but only for the time it took him to remove his hands from the table and kneel beside the pool of dark magic. Only the full moon reflected in the blackness—the images of the Necromancer and his followers seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness. The Necromancer held his hands out over the blackness and began still another chant, one unlike anything his henchmen had heard before. Ripples appeared on the surface of the magic and it began to slowly spin, first at the edges and then all the way to the center. As the Necromancer increased the pace of his incantation, the speed of the spinning magic increased as well, twirling faster and faster until it resembled a black whirlpool reaching down into the earth. The Necromancer ceased his chant, but the whirlpool continued to spin as fast as ever.
Posted on: Wed, 07 Aug 2013 21:30:48 +0000
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