Alex glanced around at the forest around him, it seemed as quiet with human eyes as it had a few moments before. He stepped over the still steaming gnoll corpse, one of a number who lay burnt or torn ragged around him, and on into the small clearing ahead.
He wasn't quite sure what had possessed him earlier in the day, summoning a Nightmare in the most inappropriate setting, then having to flee in mock fear for his life before beating his own summon with a shovel in an attempt to hide his intent.
He had little doubt that the reputation he'd worked so hard to forge had been shattered; first for having the gall to summon a creature from the abyss and secondly for seemingly not having the ability to control it. Still, words were harmless enough, unless backed up with steel or as part of a spell.
Here though, deep in the woods and hopefully far from prying eyes, he could finish what he'd started.
He ran through the spells he needed, his hands working to pull and manipulate the the weave around him, chanting the words that shaped what he pulled, protecting himself against intent and elements, and beginning to shape both a gate and a lock.
That was the trouble with some people, quick to judge and condemn a man merely for using a tool, who cared if that tool happened to be a flaming cadaverous horse? Good and Evil had their place, as did the occasional dash of anarchy or the firmness of the law, but taken to extremes they were dangerous ideals, all as risky a route as each other.
The gate was complete, the lock waiting for its key. Alex pricked his finger and squeezed out a small drop of blood out. The key, that little part of him that would bind the beast to his will for a day.
The world in front of him shimmered slightly, the forest beyond the gate moved as if viewed through a puddle or badly made mirror. He flicked the blood drop into the shimmer, for a moment it hung as if caught in a spiders web, before the lock opened.
Alex had learnt in previous summons not to close his eyes, while the view through the gate that tore open from his drop of blood was distressing it was nothing compared to the impression that was made behind closed eyelids. It was as if the eyes allowed the brain to filter, block and rationalise what it saw; without the filtering of the eyes the raw horror of what was beyond that gate was allowed to flood into the brain with results resembling a hammer to a bag of kittens. Out of the gap rent between the planes cantered a Nightmare, a twisted mockery of a horse, flesh flayed away to glistening pale muscle and sinew that burnt with a consuming hell fire.
Alex straightened his clothes, retrieved a few small items from a pocket and walked towards the creature.
Good and evil were just views, the law just a tool, anarchy just an exercise in ego. All that mattered were invention, creation, knowledge... Love. Everything else was just a route to obtaining these things.
He held the items up in front of the hellish steed; a worn drawing of a smiling girl, a lock of hair and a phial containing a rust like substance that may once have been blood.
“Her name is Emily Le'Fayne”
Tools. Nothing but tools to be used by a craftsman.
“I want you to bring me her soul”
He wasn't quite sure what had possessed him earlier in the day, summoning a Nightmare in the most inappropriate setting, then having to flee in mock fear for his life before beating his own summon with a shovel in an attempt to hide his intent.
He had little doubt that the reputation he'd worked so hard to forge had been shattered; first for having the gall to summon a creature from the abyss and secondly for seemingly not having the ability to control it. Still, words were harmless enough, unless backed up with steel or as part of a spell.
Here though, deep in the woods and hopefully far from prying eyes, he could finish what he'd started.
He ran through the spells he needed, his hands working to pull and manipulate the the weave around him, chanting the words that shaped what he pulled, protecting himself against intent and elements, and beginning to shape both a gate and a lock.
That was the trouble with some people, quick to judge and condemn a man merely for using a tool, who cared if that tool happened to be a flaming cadaverous horse? Good and Evil had their place, as did the occasional dash of anarchy or the firmness of the law, but taken to extremes they were dangerous ideals, all as risky a route as each other.
The gate was complete, the lock waiting for its key. Alex pricked his finger and squeezed out a small drop of blood out. The key, that little part of him that would bind the beast to his will for a day.
The world in front of him shimmered slightly, the forest beyond the gate moved as if viewed through a puddle or badly made mirror. He flicked the blood drop into the shimmer, for a moment it hung as if caught in a spiders web, before the lock opened.
Alex had learnt in previous summons not to close his eyes, while the view through the gate that tore open from his drop of blood was distressing it was nothing compared to the impression that was made behind closed eyelids. It was as if the eyes allowed the brain to filter, block and rationalise what it saw; without the filtering of the eyes the raw horror of what was beyond that gate was allowed to flood into the brain with results resembling a hammer to a bag of kittens. Out of the gap rent between the planes cantered a Nightmare, a twisted mockery of a horse, flesh flayed away to glistening pale muscle and sinew that burnt with a consuming hell fire.
Alex straightened his clothes, retrieved a few small items from a pocket and walked towards the creature.
Good and evil were just views, the law just a tool, anarchy just an exercise in ego. All that mattered were invention, creation, knowledge... Love. Everything else was just a route to obtaining these things.
He held the items up in front of the hellish steed; a worn drawing of a smiling girl, a lock of hair and a phial containing a rust like substance that may once have been blood.
“Her name is Emily Le'Fayne”
Tools. Nothing but tools to be used by a craftsman.
“I want you to bring me her soul”
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