Sanctification (7)
Artifact Creation: Previous part here :Moon Light Ritual Completed Here.
Inspired Music: Here
Terrokar forest once more stood within the path of the mage as she stood nearby, the various runes she had started to draw upon the trees. It was messy but the marks still held true and even if it took another few hours; Ilyea was sure she could finish most them today.
At least enough to provide direction and sanctity as she started the ritual for her sanctum, her new lab to finish what she had started.
As she drifted to the next tree, Ilyea quickly carved the rune with her knife and splashed it with the cured moon well water, and a dash of Theron’s moon well cured blood onto the spot. Watching the blood ooze, she smiled satisfied at her work.
One of the suns had barely settled over the horizon as a stiff wind blew across the trees kicking up the leaves into a silent dance. The sweat that had collected over Ilyea’s neck started to burn and cool as she slowly removed the robes until she had on just her shirt and pants leaving the rest of her materials hidden under a burrow of earth.
Before putting her ceremonial Armani knife away, Ilyea quickly sliced her palms gorging the cuts into her skin; nice and deep so thick dark red blood would flow over her arms. The winds further accentuated the flow as the electricity of the arcane matched the frigid temperature. Fel green eyes slowly turned into blue as she channeled more of her chosen specialization.
At the peak when she felt like her skin was going to be carried away from the movement of magic as it flowed around her skin, and coated her blood; Ilyea started to run.
The runes themselves didn’t really matter much with the meaning even though the mage did pick very specific ones; it was the placement of them that really mattered. A combination of runes that when activated would lead the individual towards her sanctum. One that would be able to be changed easily with a bit of blood and magic, like a maze.
The crackling of the leaves and dry branches collided against Ilyea’s skin as she broke into a run. The blood flowing off her arms dotting the ground like the branches that broke the flesh about her feet marking her path way like a bizarre ritual. Her form still vibrant as well as the iridescent blue eyes that surveyed her course.
As she passed each rune, her bleeding hand slapped the ritual runes smearing her arcane soaked vitae upon them. Remembering the ritual chant that Theron had done a few times before, Ilyea yelled out in her own in vigor:
~Of the East, the West, the North and South.
Fortify this vestibule, this place of power from those that wish it harm.
Bind this place to me and my own and protect us.~
The words were simple but they had a hum of power and promise as Ilyea screamed each syllable to the frigid air.
There was no time to tell when she was done, but Ilyea put everything she could into performing the sanctification that when the area felt *right*, the trails of blood along her arms and feet had long since dried. The clothes she had worn were proof of the blood bath of her design; but needed. The blue long faded from her eyes into their normal green. Her body as spent as the magic she had performed.
As Ilyea pressed her back to the entrance of her sanctum, she could only think of what laid ahead and how much more she had to give.
The future was changing and she had to change with it.
Whispering a prayer to her loved ones, Ilyea briefly thought of Aurora as she moved to start setting up for her next ritual.
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