Post by bsaintmc on Apr 21, 2008 18:33:58 GMT 1
The curses contained within the pages of the Ramanhet Grimoire were some of the most terrible that he had ever read of, and their difficulty astonished him. Many of them he didn't think he would even dream of using, though his eyes fell on several that he got a particularly devious pleasure from imagining. The ingredients required for such terrible magicks nearly sent a shiver up his spine.
A staff carved from bone, engraved with ancient Egyptian runes, the blood and venom of a cobra...
This was really dark stuff, and all of it required a great deal of preparation and ritual. But still, the powers he could invoke with the Grimoire would be truly useful in the days to come, when the struggles of Vellweb intensified.
"A curse of maddening nightmares..." enthralled he read on, it was a spell that would plant a nightmare deep in the mind or minds of those it was directed against, ruining their sleep and creating fear and paranoia that would eventually drive them insane. Ramanhet had been a truly horrific individual to create and document such curses.
A rustling caught his ears and caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Unsure of whether or not it was coming from inside the dark warehouse or outside he slowly closed the massive tome and set it aside. His right fist came up to just in front of his mouth and clenched as he began whispering the incantation for a death spell into it.
"Atrum levitas pareo meus to order quod addo nex ut meus hostilis..." gradually black bolts of energy began to gather and coruscate over his weathered fist, so dark that they seemed to draw what little illumination there was in, darkening everything. "Show yourself!"
A staff carved from bone, engraved with ancient Egyptian runes, the blood and venom of a cobra...
This was really dark stuff, and all of it required a great deal of preparation and ritual. But still, the powers he could invoke with the Grimoire would be truly useful in the days to come, when the struggles of Vellweb intensified.
"A curse of maddening nightmares..." enthralled he read on, it was a spell that would plant a nightmare deep in the mind or minds of those it was directed against, ruining their sleep and creating fear and paranoia that would eventually drive them insane. Ramanhet had been a truly horrific individual to create and document such curses.
A rustling caught his ears and caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Unsure of whether or not it was coming from inside the dark warehouse or outside he slowly closed the massive tome and set it aside. His right fist came up to just in front of his mouth and clenched as he began whispering the incantation for a death spell into it.
"Atrum levitas pareo meus to order quod addo nex ut meus hostilis..." gradually black bolts of energy began to gather and coruscate over his weathered fist, so dark that they seemed to draw what little illumination there was in, darkening everything. "Show yourself!"