The Wrath of El-Sona.
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				Title: <strong>The Wrath of El-Sona.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormstoker</strong> on <strong>15-08-2007, 19:41:51</strong>
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				<em>Colours swirled in the Other Place...</em><br><br>El-Sona, an entity of immeasurable power, floated aimlessly through the chaos that was its home. It was good to be here, to be free from the constraints of its previous master. Time had no meaning here, in fact it was a hundred years in the human realm since El-Sona had last been called forth and forced to assume a physical shape, but to to the being, it seemed a matter of hours. This was more than enough time to let the healing energies of the Other Place wash over it, soothing, and finally erasing the ache that came with physical manifestation. But already Sona felt the hunger tug at its insides. <br><br>During its stay on earth, held there by a series of exceptionally powerful magicians, Sona´s name had been whispered through the ages, laced with terror and fear. he rumors of its summoner´s power soon spread, and pretty quickly, Sona was pictured by others as a malevloent, all-powerful, spirit. At least they were half right. While not exactly omnipotent, Sona was still a class of spirit far above the lowly marids. Only the most powerful magicians in history had been able to call it forth. And from the moment it had first been summoned, by the stone-age shamans of the time, and had been forced to bear the encumbersome name, Sona had been granted a power that was the envy of other spirits. It had a way to ease the ache, a method far more effective than simple shape-shifting...<br><br>But that power had come at a price, and now El-Sona was caught between two worlds. In the human plane, it was tormented by the usual longing for home, coupled with the ache that, while it could be appeased, never went away. But in the Other Place, Sona craved more of the sustainance that kept the ache at bay. <br><br><br>And now, El-Sona felt its essence being tugged at once again. It tried to resist, as always, but also as always, the pull of the material realm was too strong. With an unpleasant sensation not unlike being squeezed through a very tight space, Sona spiralled towards Earth.<br><br>Unaware that the terrible power Sona possesed had been forgotten by humans, due to a mixture of careless archival managing, and tight-lipped victims of the powerful beyond reason entity...<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wrath of El-Sona.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chameleon</strong> on <strong>26-08-2007, 01:18:12</strong>
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				The lone apprentice stood amongst the works that she had wrought, a circle formed of shattered glass, and image of the sacred sigil of the great beast that she was trying to summon.&nbsp; Her room was dark, except for a few flickering candles that were bordering the circle that she created.&nbsp; She had dedicated the ritual to memory, not wanting to give up anything to chance.&nbsp; So, her arms reached outward as she paced the summoning circle, her sweet voice rang out within the dimly lit room “EL-SONA!&nbsp; I SUMMON YOU!”&nbsp; She then blew out one of the candles, making the room go even darker.&nbsp; <br><br>“EL-SONA!&nbsp; IT IS I YOUR MISTRESS CATHERINE ERTAI THAT CALLS YOUR FOURTH FROM YOUR PRISON!”&nbsp; She then blew out another one of the candles, only two of them remained flickering meekly in the night.&nbsp; “I CALL UPON YOU!&nbsp; LIKE THOUSANDS BEFORE ME TO GAIN YOUR STRENGTH AS MY WEAPON!”<br><br>&nbsp;Another candle was blown out, and then she stood just outside the circle and pulled a gemed, short but thin bladed dagger from beneath her robes...&nbsp; This part of the ritual confused her, but, too have the power of this...&nbsp; Creature was worth the pain that she was about to feel.&nbsp; She spread her robe open revealing a perfectly toned body, large full breasts, wonderfully long legs, skin tanned to perfection, her face and hair though was still hidden by the hood.<br><br>She took that thin blade, and eased it into her feminine depths, it nicked her flesh, and punctured her maidenhead...&nbsp; And she slowly with drew it, it was covered with the crimson fluid of her virginity, and she flicked the blood into the circle...&nbsp; And the last candle went out of its own accord. <br><br>&nbsp;“EL-SONA COME TO YOUR MISTRESS!”&nbsp; Magical energy flowed from the young woman’s body charging the circle with energy that should have been well beyond the apprentices grasp. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wrath of El-Sona.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormstoker</strong> on <strong>30-08-2007, 18:53:29</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;OOC: Sorry I was so late replying! I went on an unexpected excursion to lands afar, but am back now!<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;IC: For the longest of moments, nothing happened. The tendrils of power that flowed from the young apprentice circled the glass shards, almost tentatively, never penetrating the perimeter. The dark swirls of energy were reflected in the small droplets of sanguine liquid that spattered the centre of the circle. All was quiet. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Then, the sigil started to glow. The huge symbol in the centre of the summoning circle lit up with a fiery, golden light, and sparks danced in the air above it. From the windows, creaking noises could be heard, as thick frost painted intricate patterns across the glass panes. Without warning, a thick, booming voice, that seemed to penetrate the very essence of the summoner, rang through the room...<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em><strong>"Who calls upon El-Sona? Who dares to shackle my might?" </strong></em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;As the echoes bounced around the enclosed space, the golden light emenating from the sigil started to spin, as if given physical form, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. Faster and faster, until it was simply a whirl of golden brilliance, emitting a faint whining noise. The glass that made up the circle was picked up, and hurled into the spiral, the light sparkling on the hundreds of shining shards. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Just as it seemed the apprentice had lost control, every single piece of glass disintegrated into sand, which fell back into a complete circle, binding the creature once more. The light expanded, slowing its spinning as it did so, and the centre of the circle was visible once more. And what was also visible was the bright red liquid, from the summoner's most secret place, undulating in the air. With a twisting, writhing motion, it grew and grew, until it took the form of a cat. With a final <em>crack </em>that made the windows rattle in their frames, the cat took on solid form, the redness vanished, and all that was left was a flaming ginger tom-cat, it's piercing green eyes fixed upon the young woman in front of it. These eyes were the only clue to the immeasurable power contained within the small feline, they seemed to glow with their own radiance.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Slowly, the cat flicked its bright tail and opened its mouth in a yawn, before finally speaking.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Well?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;As it spoke, every single candle reignited, casting the room into a flickering light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wrath of El-Sona.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stormstoker</strong> on <strong>26-09-2007, 18:59:17</strong>
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				OOC: I know it's been a while, but could I tempt you, Chameleon? 
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