The Rite of Evolution

Revan

Hi guys. A couple people wanted me to post this bit of Morgfyre RP. Have fun!

[code]You say, "We begin!"

Several hooded priests step out of the shadows, shuffling to form a circle around the room, framing the altar within the centre of the assembly.

The ground beneath your feet shifts and rumbles, as though some impossibly vast, nameless beast moves unseen in the dark.

The hissing of serpents accompanies Revan as he steps in front of the altar, raising his arms in benediction while the soft chanting rises to a shrill crescendo.

You proclaim, "Gather! Oh gather, ye foolish, young, impetuous sheep of ignorance! Turn thine gaze upon the perfection of the Devourer! The Godbane Morgfyre!"

Harsh chanting echoes around the alcove: "Legion guide us!"

A howling wind rips through the alcove, ringing with it a multitude of complex voices ranging from agonized cries to moans of pleasure. Behind the altar, the Eternal Ouroboros glows with a sinister emerald hue, pulsing as it seemingly comes alive at the behest of the gathered priests.

Revan turns, prostrating himself before the altar, the chanting dimming as he intones, "Glorious Morgfyre, King of the Gods, we supplicate to Thee! Hear our prayers, for we make an offer unto Thee!"

His voice trembling with disturbing zeal, you say, "Come forth, oh sacrifice, that the Lord may witness thine dedication unto His Glory!"

An oppressive, ominous presence pervades the air around you, slithering across your shivering skin as it croons vile maladies.

Heresiarch Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion steps forward, expression serene.

 

The assembly continues to chant, their voices rising and falling in prayer: "Legion protect us!"

The Eternal Ouroboros flashes briefly, a slow hiss emanating from its mouth in approval.

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, Ouroborian Avenger stands abruptly and rushes to Lavinya. As if in a crazed trace, he grabs Lavinya by the wrist, pulling her close to his body as a gruesome sneer plays about his lips. He sniffs her neck for a long moment before a maddening cackle escapes him. A hand claws at her garments, tearing them from Lavinya's body, leaving her naked as Revan shoves the sacrifice towards the altar.

Hissing in delight, you say, "Yess, you will do. Lay atop the Altar and give yourself to the God-King!"

Heresiarch Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion holds herself resolute and expressionless as she moves to lie atop the altar, willing sacrifice for her Lord's will.

Turning to those gathered, Revan lets out a peal of laughter accompanied by the wailing of the Legion's untold entities. He pulls forth a wickedly sharp steel instrument from his sleeve, the tool coated with blood-tarnished rust.

His eyes alight with fervor, you say, "Behold, mewling supplicants, the evolution of an ant into a mighty dragon! Witness the power of the Lord's Consumption as it flays the very soul of this worthless worm! See now, the power of Morgfyre!"

The deranged laughter of Revan persists within the chanting of the priests as they take up the call: "Legion teach us!"

The Eternal Ouroboros flares brightly, a sickening miasma pouring forth from its smooth scales. The tendrils snake towards the altar, wrapping ^Lavinya in their embrace before they transform into a mass of writhing serpents, hissing and coiling around her body languidly.

Revan sneers in delight as he takes a step towards the altar, chanting a benediction unto himself.

You chant, "Take this offer, oh Lord, that she may know Hunger. So that she may Consume in Thy name!"

A piteous groan sounds from the depths of the temple, washing over the congregation. Revan tenderly caresses the body of Lavinya, his eyes seemingly tender, though they glint with a deeper madness. The serpents hiss, parting before his hand. Gingerly, Revan takes one of the writhing snakes, letting it coil around his arm before resting the curved knife beside Lavinya and taking a cup from the side of the altar, turning to the congregation.

You proclaim, "In the Lords name, I cleanse thee!"

Lord Grandmagus Illustrious Revan n'Kylbar II Esquire, Ouroborian Avenger Dumps the contents of the cup upon Lavinya, a slick, oily liquid that seeths and writhes as it coats her body. Green steam rises forth from Lavinya's body.

Heresiarch Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion opens her mouth on a scream, hands clawing at the altar beneath her and back arching in a richtus of pain.

The priests moan and wail, chanting in a cacophanous tirade, "LEGION CHANGE US!"

Quickly, Revan grabs the knife and plunges it into Lavinya's chest, howling with glee as he rips her open from breast to groin. He takes a moment to bask in the shower of gore, blood spraying his garments and face, arms outstretched and his eyes gazing towards the Ouroboros as if in thanks. Snapping his eyes back to the sacrifice, he begins pulling aside the flesh to expose organs and bone as the serpents hungrily gnaw on her.

Waving the serpents off the body, you say, "Shhh shh, dear ones... your time will come soooon. So soon."

Heresiarch Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion gazes unseeing upwards, eyes glazed over and empty.

The howling winds grow stronger, biting at flesh as the gibbering voices of the Legion rise to a deafening volume, drowning out the harsh, sibilant chanting of the assembled priests.

Unabated, Revan sets to his task with a zealous fervor. Taking the blood-soaked knife, he begins etching eldritch runes upon Lavinya's ribs, chipping away at the bone with maddening speed. With each inscripture, he slices open a serpent, pouring the creature's blood upon each bone as they flare in a sickening black. In moments, he tears open her arms, her legs and finally her forehead, continuing the gruesome ritual, imbuing the sacrifice with his magicks.

Heresiarch Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion twitches and spasms with the ministrations upon her open body, her lifeless body moving with a life of its own. As each rune is complete a flash of sickly green light swirls about it, rising from bone and flesh to dissipate in the air like smoke.

Revan throws his head back, laughing towards the ceiling, his arms reaching upwards and his hands filled with countless serpents that gnash and gnaw upon one another.

Screaming against the deafening winds, you say, "TRANSFORM HER, OH LEGION! CONSUME HER! EVOLVE THIS PITIFUL WORM INTO YOUR MIGHTY VESSEL!"

 

Without hesitation, Revan plunges the serpents into each section of the mutilated body, his hands hovering over Lavinya as they devour her skeletal structure, blazing with arcane power as the runes etched onto her bones flare upon the skin of the serpents, each sinous creature stiffening, growing hard as steel. With a final incantation, Revan seals the wounds upon sacrifice and turns, grinning wickedly as blood trickles down his face and the winds subside and the priests grow quiet.

His voice cracking with a deranged glee, you exclaim, "IT IS DONE!! BEHOLD THE LEGION'S BLESSING FOR THOSE WHO SACRIFICE UNTO HE!"

Heresiarch Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion gasps loudly, sucking in air to her newly sealed lungs, every muscle tense as life returns to her form. She rises then on shaky legs, ink black runes pulsing sickeningly against her pale skin. She exhales, tendrils of green leaving her lips and dispersing in the air as the runes throb and slowly fade, leaving shadows in their wake.

The Eternal Ouroboros flickers once more behind the altar, fading as the ritual finishes. The assembled priests murmur one last benediction to Morgfyre before fading back into the shadows.

You bring your fingers together to reverently form the unbroken circle of the Ouroboros.

Alaksanteri brings her fingers together to reverently form the unbroken circle of the Ouroboros.

Morragann inclines her head respectfully to Lavinya and reverently forms the unbroken circle of the Ouroboros with her fingers.

Heresiarch Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion drops to her knees in reverance. "All Praise Lord Legion."

Lavinya brings her fingers together to reverently form the unbroken circle of the Ouroboros.

You say, "HAIL LEGION!"

Penitent Morragann, Acolyte to the Heresiarch exclaims, "All Prise Lod Legion!"

Polgara brings her fingers together to reverently form the unbroken circle of the Ouroboros.

Solange brings her fingers together to reverently form the unbroken circle of the Ouroboros.

Luthian brings his fingers together to reverently form the unbroken circle of the Ouroboros.

Marquis Luthian De'Unnero, Maker of Mountains says, "Hail Legion."

Heresiarch Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "Praise be to Lord Morgfyre!"

Mistress Polgara De'Unnero, Builder of Boulders says, "Glory be to Lord Morgfyre."

Discordant Solange, The Baleful Banshee says, "May we ever hunger, praise to Lord Morgfyre."

 

You say, "Behold the power of Evolution, my brothers and sisters, for it is He who blesses the Chosen so."

Heresiarch Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion reaches for her clothing with perfect serenity and grace, covering her nakedness.

Discordant Solange, The Baleful Banshee gazes at the High Priestess with an expression of both admiration and contemplation, her eyes drifting then to the altar and beyond as her thoughts consume her.[/code]

Marcella

My god, this is delightfully disturbing. And shows that I made the right choice in not having my character join that particular order.