The Creeping Chaos manifests
An ancient god, a mage, and a bann-traille
Come on, Maighstir Balgair, I’m sooo ready to get out of here. Heather internally commented as she watched Brigit double-check her work. I’m afraid that if she finishes this, I won’t like it. She bit her lower lip as she watched the Mage make an adjustment to one of the runes.
“There, there,” Brigit crooned. “Soon, it’ll be over, and you won’t have to worry about anything anymore.” Her eyes seemed to glow as she called upon the Draoidheacd1 and spoke her wishes into being. “Come to me, great one. Come to me, Ancient One. Come to me, Chaos Bringer. Come to me, dark bringer.” She repeated the incantation twice more, then cackled as the runes started glowing. “Come to me, unbinder. Come to me, dreamless one. Come to me, Sleepless one. Come to me, undoer of life. Come to me, Shadow Lord.”
One by one, each of the runes activated, drawing on the one before it to open a pitch-black maelstrom that hovered inside the circle.
Come on, Maighstir, come on. Heather started her own internal chant…
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