Gather Energy- "Tap the Void"- Spell (Invocation)
Level: 1-1 Initiate, Ritual
Summary: Ability to charge up magik power, Invocation to the Otherworldly beings (of chaos, void, madness, & dark aspects of the elements)
Element: Earth
Requirements: Power symbol, Invocation Chant, Magik Seal or Sacred Site, Night
Effect: The caster invokes the mysterious beings and terrifying forces of chaos and the void to empower them to be able to draw into themselves "magik" energy from the potential sources they encounter. The energy is used to power other spells, create charms and potions, and progress magikal insights during studies.
Duration: 24 hours from casting, can't be renewed during the day.
Material: Creation of a magik symbol in which the caster stands (circle, triangle, etc.)
It maybe draw or imprinted, the user displays their power symbol and clearly chants the invocation.
Chant: "(power chat) I (name) bear a mystic sigil among the shadows and inside this sacred space invoke the terrifying and mysterious powers of the night. If the horrors of the unknowable void find favor may they grant me the power to draw life and magik from the world around me. Shades of the earthen graves grant me stamina and patience, Abominations of the sea give me the depth to draw wisdom from madness., Haunts that ride the cold winds share within me your insight, Smoldering demons inflict on me the will and the wrath to dare the perils of magik. I (name) declare (magik word), so let it be done. (power chat)"
Example Chat Log
RP Example: Tap the Void
12/19/2012 @ Woods
[14:09] Montwyte Blackrain followed road to the edge of town and eased off into the woods without any particular plan to where he was going. Passing through the dense foliage, it didn't take long for the captain to end up in a gnarled thicket without a clear idea of where he had arrived.
[14:14] Montwyte Blackrain the sun overhead tempted him to gaze up and try to calculate his location, but his goal was not with the light. Being lost was the first objective and with that realization he removed an old metal medallion from his neck. It's inner pattern a twist of arcs and star bursts that graced an impossible triangle. It was forged from a meteorite, it was something from the dark unknown not of this world.
[14:16] Montwyte Blackrain clenching the power focus in a sweaty palm, he drew a wand of tarnished silver crowned in a point of deepest onyx which stole the light which fell upon it.
[14:20] Montwyte Blackrain began chanting, at first softly and raising his voice with time. While doing so he knelt on the soft earth and cut it's sacred surface with the first verse of sigils. Line upon line the sharp wicked forms over time converged and twisted away again, the wand tip plowing along as he chanted, " mare vim hyu vith tir!"
[14:24] Montwyte Blackrain with a bold stab he pulled a line deeper and straighter than the others which made only two sharp turns. The wand returning to the starting point, a large triangle some twenty paces per side now encased the arcane marks.
[14:30] Montwyte Blackrain placed the power symbol at the starting point and pulled out a small fragile vial within which flowed a viscous green liquid. The poisonous honey was imbued with the venoms of rare insects and powdered roots of plants know only to curanderos who lived among the ruins of the Aztecs deep in Yucatan.
[14:36] Montwyte Blackrain sat and looked fearful at the flask one last time. Finding his resolve he uncapped it and poured its willfully onto his tongue. When he swallowed he allowed one last worry to spook him, would he never come back from this blackness? Mont waited for a while before the pain and delirium began to crawl under his skin. He'd been laying sideways feeling nauseous for a while as the sun set. When the world began to flow and distort he forced himself to his feet and called out, "Mare vim hyu vith tir, I Voidstar, bear a mystic sigil among the shadows and inside this sacred space invoke the terrifying and mysterious powers of the night. If the horrors of the unknowable void find favor may they grant me the power to draw life and magik from the world around me. Shades of the earthen graves grant me stamina and patience, Abominations of the sea give me the depth to draw wisdom from madness., Haunts that ride the cold winds share within me your insight, Smoldering demons inflict on me the will and the wrath to dare the perils of magik!"
[14:40] Montwyte Blackrain staggered from a jolt from his guts, it felt as if was radiating out of him, "Mare VIM.....hyu.. Vith TIR!" The darkness closed in around him, he thought he could hear things, large things.....scurrying and clicking just beyond the inky distortion.
[14:43] Montwyte Blackrain collapsed into convulsions and the images came rushing inward to steal life and energy, the triangle ward holding back only the wounds to mind and body that would be fatal.
[14:45] Montwyte Blackrain was falling, tearing, twisting, hurled, and even scattered. As the mind spiraled into limbo, the body kicked and tried to fight off the shadows.
[14:48] Montwyte Blackrain the last frontier of comfort and sanity was captured and what had been the initiate was erased, swallowed by the void, the thoughts and flesh behind it harrowed by the entities that flocked to the call.
[14:51] Montwyte Blackrain for a while was not. Oblivion eventually yielded and the man who had poisoned himself did not die from it this time. One idea after another, one pain after another, awareness began to return.
[14:53] Montwyte Blackrain stood in the barren landscape of his mind's eye , it was a land of greys and blacks, silent and vast. Through the fog he crawled, and later walked.
[14:55] Montwyte Blackrain encounted horrors along the way. The souls and visions of those creatures who had tortured him came one by one in their own style.
[15:00] Montwyte Blackrain meet them all in turn with the looming nothing behind him, each chaotic being lingering to tutor the one whom they'd marked and taken from, leaving in him a part of themselves.
[15:04] Montwyte Blackrain was eventually running across the land until it faded away, replaced by red mist and distant echoes until at least his eye's saw the stars.
[15:08] Montwyte Blackrain lay on his back and tried to focus his vision again. It was Orion's constellation that he saw first in the night sky over Goatswood. Feelings of dizzy sickness arrived soon after and with a heavy head and chilled body he lumbered around sweeping the sigils of the magik seal away with a broken sapling.
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