The Portal
Solvi had been enjoying the solitude of her favorite spot in her homeland, when the air around her noticeably shifted from light and relaxing to heavy and wilting. She paused in her isolated musings. Her deep brown eyes darted about her surroundings trying to pin point the cause of such a strong change in atmosphere. Her fox like ears lurched forward, listening. What could have caused such and up set? Her mind pondered the thought briefly.
After several minutes her muscles began to relax, but apparently she should have been looking down beneath her. “ What the...” She did not have time to finish her statement as twisting tendrils that oozed with malevolence and oppression wrapped themselves around her body and pulled her into the swirling mist below.
Her head lulled upwards and she stared, stunned, as the opening that had swallowed her closed. Panic gripped her and with a great wheeze the air whooshed from her lungs; however, despite the madness happening around her and the wild flailing of her body as she fell, it was oddly quiet. Like the moment just before you leap over the edge of a waterfall. She could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.
So, this was to be how to met her death? Honestly, she had hoped to die of old age surrounded by family, children, grandchildren; however, it seems the gods have other thoughts for my soul. These were the last thoughts that formed in Solvi's mind as her lids slide closed over her eyes and was cradled by nothing but darkness.
Solvi's unconscious body emerged from the other side of the portal. She dropped like a dead weight from the tree tops. The skeletal limbs of the forest reached out as if they had a mind of their own. They pulled, tangled and ripped at her as she descended. Her limp body landed hard on her side. The sounds of her breaking tree limbs echoed into the blackness surrounding her.
Her body shuddered and jerked as a sudden gasping breath filled her starved lungs. What in all the gods happened?! Her mind screamed as she tried to make sense of what happened. Laying her aching head back in the dirt and muck, she took stock of herself. The only sounds reaching her ears was that of her lungs pulling in deep breathes, causing her sides to heave, and the rapid beating of a drum.
It took her several minutes to realize that the drums she heard beating was her own heart and not some tribal band of who knows what coming to snatch her away. She lay there drained, noting the stiffness in her legs and the likelihood of bruising along her ribs. “ Well, I am definitely not dead then.” Her mumbled words came out hoarse and choked. “ The Dead do not feel pain.” With a groan she managed to get her legs beneath her and raised her head to take a look around. Her muscles quivered as fear and panic gripped her soul.
OOC:
"SPEECH"
After several minutes her muscles began to relax, but apparently she should have been looking down beneath her. “ What the...” She did not have time to finish her statement as twisting tendrils that oozed with malevolence and oppression wrapped themselves around her body and pulled her into the swirling mist below.
Her head lulled upwards and she stared, stunned, as the opening that had swallowed her closed. Panic gripped her and with a great wheeze the air whooshed from her lungs; however, despite the madness happening around her and the wild flailing of her body as she fell, it was oddly quiet. Like the moment just before you leap over the edge of a waterfall. She could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.
So, this was to be how to met her death? Honestly, she had hoped to die of old age surrounded by family, children, grandchildren; however, it seems the gods have other thoughts for my soul. These were the last thoughts that formed in Solvi's mind as her lids slide closed over her eyes and was cradled by nothing but darkness.
Solvi's unconscious body emerged from the other side of the portal. She dropped like a dead weight from the tree tops. The skeletal limbs of the forest reached out as if they had a mind of their own. They pulled, tangled and ripped at her as she descended. Her limp body landed hard on her side. The sounds of her breaking tree limbs echoed into the blackness surrounding her.
Her body shuddered and jerked as a sudden gasping breath filled her starved lungs. What in all the gods happened?! Her mind screamed as she tried to make sense of what happened. Laying her aching head back in the dirt and muck, she took stock of herself. The only sounds reaching her ears was that of her lungs pulling in deep breathes, causing her sides to heave, and the rapid beating of a drum.
It took her several minutes to realize that the drums she heard beating was her own heart and not some tribal band of who knows what coming to snatch her away. She lay there drained, noting the stiffness in her legs and the likelihood of bruising along her ribs. “ Well, I am definitely not dead then.” Her mumbled words came out hoarse and choked. “ The Dead do not feel pain.” With a groan she managed to get her legs beneath her and raised her head to take a look around. Her muscles quivered as fear and panic gripped her soul.
OOC:
"SPEECH"
Magic
Crafting - Making Fetishes by imbued an artifact with a bound spirit. This process would take a long time, because she has to seek out and capture the spirits using a rite of summoning.
Divination-Drops of Destiny - Shapes a small pool of clear water into a small prophetic image.
Healing- She breathes in their essence and in doing do pulls out the bad and helps healing. The consequences of doing this it that she takes on an aspect of their personality for about a 24 hour time period.
