#dark magics

[dioptre-hertz]

i've concentrated all my dark energies and all my years of experience and accumulated power and all my twisted magics... into the creation of my greatest invention... i call it the hot pebble. it's a smooth little stone that you can drop into your cup of coffee/tea/warm drink of choice, and it sits at the bottom and magically keeps your drink at the perfect temperature forever... my magnum opus...

[silverspike]

‘Dark Magic’

What If Gile’s life had taken a different path and instead of becoming a Watcher he had followed Ethan’s Rayne instead?

[wakraya]

Didn't hussie predicted that people were going to love Yiffy once we get to inow her more? How did he do it.

Oh you know... ;)

[theseadwellerstome]

GC: ive he^rd derse dre^mers h^ve ^n e^sier time le^rning GC: though ive ^lso been told person^lity pl^ys ^ f^ctor too

[warcraft-shenanigans]

World of Witchcraft

[kat-hawke]

The Bioengineer: Returned

It took longer for the Director to complete the preparations than usual. The downsizing not only drew the skeptical attention of her equals, but sapped her resource pool. Kat made her way through the tunnels she had come to memorize until she came to the secluded room where she spent the last few days when claiming to be at the office, her gaze instantly meeting the gnomish corpse that lay on the center table.

A set of casual and dark leathers adorned the Director’s body in place of the usual uniform or business clothes, slender digits procured a match book from a side pocket, careful steps guided her about the room as she lit the various candles and incense. Once everything was lit and in place Kat made her way to the small table that sat at the head of the dead gnome. To her left was a glass orb, perched small metal legs, crimson life fluid rested within. To her right was a bowl, filled with previously crushed herbs and oils. With a final glance at the corpse, the Director’s hands reached up behind her neck to unclasp the large purple stone that had been hanging around her neck for the last three months, setting it gently in the center of the table before her.

The spirit housed within the stone stirred for a moment, aware of the what was to come at it’s own request. A slight shine in the crystal’s core and subtle movement to assure the Director that the soul was still present and prepared to return. The last few weeks had been strangely quite, the devious gnome no doubt plotting from within his prison.

A low hum drummed up from Kat’s core, the subtle movement of the crystal coming as no surprise. Her left hand dipped into the crushed herbs as she rounded the table, the fingertips laced in shadow and left eye glazing over in a void-like hue as the Director moved around the table to stand over the gnomish body. Slow and precise movements guided the slender digits as it traced out intricate runes with the shadowed herbs across the body’s forehead, arms and legs. Once the tracings were complete, Kat rounded the table again and dragged the darkened hand over the blood orb, causing the contents to stir violently before treads of crimson emerged from the glass.

Blood threads danced and writhed in the air as the Director weaved with her right hand, guiding the forbidden forces to the gem that rested on the table. After a short moment and quietly muttered words, a faint wisp like essence was yanked from the violet prism by the tendrils of blood. With a few more words hushed under her breath, the runes and tracings on the corpse began to glow and the crimson threads writhed towards the body with the soul ensnared in their clutch.

The candles in the room flicked for a moment as crimson tendrils wrapped around the body, sinking the soul essence into the shell to fill it once more. A few quick words passed the Director’s lips once more as her hands dropped slowly in the air, fully submerging the soul into the body. The blood in the air dance around the body for a moment as a faint grin began to slowly grow on the gnome’s lips. Crimson life coiled around the body before sinking completely in, vanishing from sight as Kat’s hands rested on the table before her, the gem in the center now dark and empty, the glass orb to her side hollow and clear.

A slow breath filled the Director’s lungs as her amber gaze watched the body carefully before further signs of life were seen. Her duty as a soul keeper over and the request of the old ally fulfilled.

(( @eugienemcshaggerz for Cogwheel mention ))

[kat-hawke]

Waste Not...

A low hum rumbled in the Director’s core as she finished of the drink in her hand, setting the article about the serial killer aside. One finger tapped the edge of the glass before it too was set aside, Kat sitting up and her gaze locking on the faintly illuminated purple stone on her desk.

“We don’ celebrate the loss of a life because it wusn’ lost.” She spoke lowly to her self, raising from her seat and plucking the stone up in her left hand. The fingers lacing in shadows as they slowly spun the stone in their clutch.

A faint grin slowly pulled on her lips as she began to leave the office, making for the building’s lower chambers. “Death would be too kind fer ya’, Mr. Gartside. Ya’ took innocent lives, ya’ don’ deserve an easy escape like that. Especially no’ when ya’ can be of use...”

( Small mention: @the-azerothian-confidant [‘Finger-Snatcher’ is No More!] )