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fandomtownies2007-08-13 09:30 am
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Not so deep in the Preserve, Monday afternoon
Andrew found a suitable clearing and began setting up.
"Okay. Um, let's go!" Andrew took off towards the school at a jog. Behind him, ten flying monkeys took to the sky, their howls of delight ringing out across the island.
[ooc: Mostly establishy. Feel free to mod observing the monkeys in flight - they're pretty darn visible with the big ol' wings and all. OOC comments are wonderful as well!]
First, he took out bags of salt and carefully created two circles, one for himself to sit in and another larger circle around the base of a particularly gnarly old oak tree. Then he spent a very long time using chalk powder to create detailed runes just outside each of the circles. He made sure to triple check each rune against the diagrams he had in a notebook.
Next, five black candles went around the perimeter of the larger circle as well as a small incense burner with various crushed leaves and roots. Andrew lit all of these and stood back to survey his work. The incense smelled horrible and the candles added a liquorish overtone to it all, but everything seemed to be in order.
Andrew was pleased, announcing to the clearing in a grave and important sounding voice, "I am pleased."
He took his didgeridoo and sat down in the middle of the summoning circle. Closing his eyes, he recited the incantation that had been committed to memory for weeks. The language was old, guttural, evil sounding. The last words seemed to linger about the clearing, echoing through the trees in a barely perceptible whisper. Then he began playing. The low monotonous drone of the ancient instrument permeated throughout the forest and beyond.
His thoughts were dark because of necessity. To be successful at summoning, the intent had to be clear and the power precisely channeled. And right now Andrew's intent was very clear: revenge and chaos. His playing was pretty spot on as well.
The light seemed to dim, a putrid stench suddenly filled the air, and a series a loud cracks announced the arrival of some very peculiar creatures. Andrew stopped playing and lifted his eyes to the branches of the oak tree. "Cool," he whispered.
More had come than he had hoped for. Ten greasy looking monkeys with red glowing eyes, slightly pointed teeth, and black feathered wings stared down at him. He stood up, shaking, and spoke to them again in the evil language, "I have summoned thee. You will obey. Follow me and your reward will be havoc and chaos. Cross me and I will banish you to the planes of tranquility where you can do no harm." They just stared.
Next, five black candles went around the perimeter of the larger circle as well as a small incense burner with various crushed leaves and roots. Andrew lit all of these and stood back to survey his work. The incense smelled horrible and the candles added a liquorish overtone to it all, but everything seemed to be in order.
Andrew was pleased, announcing to the clearing in a grave and important sounding voice, "I am pleased."
He took his didgeridoo and sat down in the middle of the summoning circle. Closing his eyes, he recited the incantation that had been committed to memory for weeks. The language was old, guttural, evil sounding. The last words seemed to linger about the clearing, echoing through the trees in a barely perceptible whisper. Then he began playing. The low monotonous drone of the ancient instrument permeated throughout the forest and beyond.
His thoughts were dark because of necessity. To be successful at summoning, the intent had to be clear and the power precisely channeled. And right now Andrew's intent was very clear: revenge and chaos. His playing was pretty spot on as well.
The light seemed to dim, a putrid stench suddenly filled the air, and a series a loud cracks announced the arrival of some very peculiar creatures. Andrew stopped playing and lifted his eyes to the branches of the oak tree. "Cool," he whispered.
More had come than he had hoped for. Ten greasy looking monkeys with red glowing eyes, slightly pointed teeth, and black feathered wings stared down at him. He stood up, shaking, and spoke to them again in the evil language, "I have summoned thee. You will obey. Follow me and your reward will be havoc and chaos. Cross me and I will banish you to the planes of tranquility where you can do no harm." They just stared.
"Okay. Um, let's go!" Andrew took off towards the school at a jog. Behind him, ten flying monkeys took to the sky, their howls of delight ringing out across the island.
[ooc: Mostly establishy. Feel free to mod observing the monkeys in flight - they're pretty darn visible with the big ol' wings and all. OOC comments are wonderful as well!]