Post by Isen on May 28, 2008 15:13:49 GMT -5
Isen stands at the ruins of the fountain, staring at the pieces. His hand strokes pensively along the edges of the disk strapped to his chest, ideas forming in his mind. He walks once around the broken fountain, inspecting the damage, the piping, etcetera, paying no heed to the sanguine fluid that soaks into his pants, coatinf his bare feet in a gory tint. Finally, he seats himself, crosslegged, a foot or so away from the fountin, both hands now on the archaic disk. He closes his eyes for a moment, in preparation. Slowly, he opens his eyes, staring hard at the wreckage as he channels his will, his need, into the Chaos weapon. The stone piping begins to move, reconnecting, changing, the stone bending itself to Isen's command.
Ashryn walks into the area, having been alterted that there might be one attempting to resurrect the Fountain of Blood, and has come to observe the proceedings.
Isen continues to funnel more and more of his strength into his disk, imagining the finished product in his mind. Slowly, yet surely, the shattered blocks of stone meld back together, looking very much like a potter's clay as the rise on top of each other, forming the basic shape of the fountain. A circular wall surrounds the pool, about six inches think. In the center, a pedastal takes shape, and on it the beginnings of two figures, each towering a good eight feet into the air. The pool begins to fill with blood, the pipes changing into the necessary sizes and positions to keep a circular flow. More and more details begin to show upon the stone shapes; intricate knotwork on the wall, the shapes of the figures becoming more and more distinguishable. Isen's eyes are opened wide, the lycan neglecting to even blink for fear of disrupting his work.
Isen's hands begin to shake with the pressure he is exerting on the disk, the knuckles white and bloodless. The figures are now fully formed, depicting a lord and lady, obviously both vampires, and both dressed in fine robes, the embroidery depicted by fine, spidery engravings on the stone itself. The outer wall now stands three feet in the air, a perfect circle, and the pedastal rises a good foot above that. The pool is already filled with blood, the pipes creating a hypnotic spiraling motion as it flows in a clockwise direction. Now, the facial features of the statues become clear and detailed, beautiful, delicately boned faces, yet each with a subtle strength; perhaps something in the set of the jaws, or the look in the cold stone eyes. The fountain is done, restored, the new image a more serene, peaceful version than its predecessor. Isen sags back, barely retaining his upright position, waves of weariness soaking through him as he surveys his handiwork, noticing for the first time the onlookers.
Sophie said to you, "Than was incredible, but are you alright,sir. You seem exhausted, can I help you at all?"
Shaelyn takes a step back, admiring teh newly risen fountain. Though, a grimace continues to taint delicate features at the foul stench that the blood releases into the air. "It is beautiful. W-what happened to the old one?" A quiet voice would ask to anyone listening.
You glances up to Sophie, her words taking a moment or two to register in his mind. "Just...help me to the Corpse, if you would...I think I need a drink." His rasping voice is weakened, but still coherent.
You said to Shaelyn, "I'm not sure...something destroyed it, though."
Sophie said to you, "Certainly sir, just you lean on me."
Isen heaves himself unsteadily to his feet, reaching out to Sophie.
Ashryn walks into the area, having been alterted that there might be one attempting to resurrect the Fountain of Blood, and has come to observe the proceedings.
Isen continues to funnel more and more of his strength into his disk, imagining the finished product in his mind. Slowly, yet surely, the shattered blocks of stone meld back together, looking very much like a potter's clay as the rise on top of each other, forming the basic shape of the fountain. A circular wall surrounds the pool, about six inches think. In the center, a pedastal takes shape, and on it the beginnings of two figures, each towering a good eight feet into the air. The pool begins to fill with blood, the pipes changing into the necessary sizes and positions to keep a circular flow. More and more details begin to show upon the stone shapes; intricate knotwork on the wall, the shapes of the figures becoming more and more distinguishable. Isen's eyes are opened wide, the lycan neglecting to even blink for fear of disrupting his work.
Isen's hands begin to shake with the pressure he is exerting on the disk, the knuckles white and bloodless. The figures are now fully formed, depicting a lord and lady, obviously both vampires, and both dressed in fine robes, the embroidery depicted by fine, spidery engravings on the stone itself. The outer wall now stands three feet in the air, a perfect circle, and the pedastal rises a good foot above that. The pool is already filled with blood, the pipes creating a hypnotic spiraling motion as it flows in a clockwise direction. Now, the facial features of the statues become clear and detailed, beautiful, delicately boned faces, yet each with a subtle strength; perhaps something in the set of the jaws, or the look in the cold stone eyes. The fountain is done, restored, the new image a more serene, peaceful version than its predecessor. Isen sags back, barely retaining his upright position, waves of weariness soaking through him as he surveys his handiwork, noticing for the first time the onlookers.
Sophie said to you, "Than was incredible, but are you alright,sir. You seem exhausted, can I help you at all?"
Shaelyn takes a step back, admiring teh newly risen fountain. Though, a grimace continues to taint delicate features at the foul stench that the blood releases into the air. "It is beautiful. W-what happened to the old one?" A quiet voice would ask to anyone listening.
You glances up to Sophie, her words taking a moment or two to register in his mind. "Just...help me to the Corpse, if you would...I think I need a drink." His rasping voice is weakened, but still coherent.
You said to Shaelyn, "I'm not sure...something destroyed it, though."
Sophie said to you, "Certainly sir, just you lean on me."
Isen heaves himself unsteadily to his feet, reaching out to Sophie.