Staff of Cire

Location: Black Pond Vailkrin Characters Crux, Arnatuile.

Crux looks over at the giant. and shouts "Put her near the pond." he glares at the giant as his undead slave does as he is told. Placing the child near the beach. Crux walks over to a burnt tree, looking over various markings in the base of the plant.
Crux looked at Arnatuile. 
 Arnatuile rubs her ancles then her wrists 
Arnatuile said, "wet me go" 
 Crux just shakes his head as he walks passed her, lowering his head the gnome grows silent. Placing his staff into the dark hued "water" that drifts in the pond. As waves form and begin to turn in the body of water the gnome draws his staff away. And stands with his legs spread apart, a stone held tightly within his grasp as he looks up to the sky. Arms extended to either side palms faced upward. A warm breeze picks up around the gnome. Ruins upon the gnome's legs ignite causing the warm breeze to phase quickly into a cold wind. A darkened fog quickly covers below the trees turning the once dimly lit forest into a zone between twilight. The feeling of moisture soon fills the already damp forest as the clouded fog lowers itself.

Arnatuile said, "i said wet me go meany before people come and get you"


Crux with the fog now, to his thought, cloaking him from the outside world, the gnome drops his staff onto the ground allowing it to bounce off the dirt below as his hands disappear into the folds of his robes. But alas the hand doesn’t return to the open empty. Rather a jeweled dagger lays with in his grasp. He inclines his head putting the edge of the blade to an open and awaiting palm. Counting his breaths, the gnome draws in the damp air into his lungs and holds it as the rim of the dagger pierces into his own skin. The gnomes blood dripping into the pond below. Squeezing his wounded hand, the drops of blood now form into a small stream which he uses to form a circle that floats upon the dark water. “Under the shadow of the dead...I live !!! We hate the holy things We are bloody necromancers... in search of victims We are like the Gods... We are the Gods!!!” Crux’s cries reign forth, a sudden roll of thunder is heard with in the fog, as liquid droplets form and drop from the sky above. Perhaps it was an answer from the gods to which the rituals were meant for, or most likely it was due to the density of the water in the fog caused the gnomes magic. Never the less he continues “I speak this Oath of supremacy in happy copulation drawn the pleasures of the born joy the moment of desire! The moment of desire! The virgin that pines for man shall awaken her whom to enormous joy I want and unholy passion An enchantment of blood On his stormy bed lay the faint maid and soon her woes appal'd this thunders hoarse.” Transferring the blade from the unscathed hand to the wounded palm he inclines his head once more. A second clash of thunder echoes though the old forest, as the blade tastes the shadow gnome’s skin once again causing more of his blood to flow into the pond. “Under the shadow of death...I live !!! We hate the holy things We are bloody necromancers... in search of victims We are like the God’s.. We are the Gods!!!”

Arnatuile watches him begins to shake as she becomes scared

Crux ‘s bloody hand reaches out grabbing the child by the chains and quickly pulls her close to his side “Hold your hand’s over the pond!”

Arnatuile burrys her hands in her dress

Crux glares at her, quickly raising his blood covered hand, the gnome brings his hand down slapping and leaving a red hand mark on her cheek. A second clash of thunder echoes through the forest.

Arnatuile rubs her cheek where he slapped her


Crux said to Arnatuile, "Now Stick out your hands or you'll get it again!"

Arnatuile sniffles as she brings her hands out for him.

Crux smiles at the sound of her sniffles. Looking up to the sky, Crux inclines his head, “ Delshia, and Cire” he speaks gently “I ask you guide this childs life force to the darkness to the pits of hell, bring forth what I ask of you, Hear my call answer my plea!” Quickly taking grasp of the childs wrists, Crux looks deep into the childs eyes, as if peering into her very soul. Then with out warning he places the dagger to her hand and places a single cut deep into her flesh. “'De Causa peccati docent quod tametsi deus creat et conservant naturam tamen causa peccati est voluntas malorum videlicente diaboli et impiorum quae non adiuvante deo avertit se a deo sicut Christus ait Loh... loquitur mendacium ex ipso loquitor” mid way though his incantation, the ground starts to shake as the wind once again picks up though the source seemingly to be coming from the ground below the gnome as his robes flair up. As the blood drops into the pond a darkness quickly fills the area, to the point where Crux himself can not see the child standing next to him.

Arnatuile lets out a scream as the knife pierces her flesh then kicks him

Crux ‘s eyes look down to his legs after the kick blindly the gnome raises his hand once again only stopping once a large spider like being descends, her webbing glowing pushing the darkness away to its bay as the bloated spider eyes the gnome, her webbing seeming to be attached to the trees though not there a moment ago holding many captives in its branches. Dropping into the pit of the pond, the large spider crawls back up her own webbing baring two items. A pair of gloves and a staff made of glass emitting an aura similar to the chaos blooms in her grasp.

Arnatuile begins to crawl away from him

Crux looked down at the items as the spider goddess dropped them onto the ground. Lowering himself down the gnome picks up the pieces picking them up from the ground. When he looked up the Ascendi had vanished the darkness that surrounded the two fades away. Crux notices that his captive has gone missing. Looking around the gnome quickly spots the child “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks her as he moves to step in front of her.

Arnatuile said, "lweave me awone"
Arnatuile continues to crawl away from him

Crux looking up, the gnome quickly spots the other two and shaking his head side to side he smiles “My work is done here, you two might want to take her to a healer, those wounds won’t close on their own.” With that being said, the gnome glares at the two arrivals, a portal of flame opens up and just as a wind picks up the gnome has vanished.