Morith: The Search

Scroll 12: I'm going with you

“I will use this water wisely.” Red said to her.

Graea and Red separated ways and they continued preparing.

Meanwhile on Azeron’s dark lair, Azeron came up with another plan. There, a great ritual took place. He created a dark magic circle on the ground. On the circle, each has a slot. Azeron then called his darkling servant. He said,

“Darkling…”

The darkling then hurried to him and said. “Yes Lord Azeron…?”

“Are the mediums ready?” Azeron asked.

“Yes they are m’lord.” The darkling then handed them over to Azeron.

Azeron took the container of his ritualistic items. He opened it and took out violet candles and other items. On the heart of the dark magic circle, Azeron began to perform the ritual. He began,

“Let the doors of the infinite black be illuminated…”

Azeron then positioned the candles and formed them into a circle around him. He then continued,

“Defiled creatures, bow down before my feet. Make way for yourselves out of the eternal void and return to the surface; walk into the light!”

Azeron then placed the other ritualistic items into the twelve empty slots. There he placed each of them, uttering their symbolism. First he placed a black old lamp which symbolizes hellish darkness, he then placed a black rock which symbolizes demonic radiance, an empty glass jar for emptiness, remnants from a stormed house for devastation, a ripped piece of blanket for nightmares, shackles for loss of power and control, a dying rose for decay, a broken harp string for noise, a cracked hourglass for age and time, a malfunctioned music box for nuisance and a scratched guild emblem.

Among the slots, he realized that one still remained unoccupied, he then called his servant.

“Darkling…!”

She then hurried. “Yes, m’lord…?”

“Where is the last item?” Azeron asked.

“Last item…? According to the book you gave me, only eleven objects are needed for the ritual.” The darkling said.

Azeron was irritated. “What…?! Give that to me!”

Azeron then took the book from his servant darkling and read it. It said, “Upon the creation of the world, twelve were chosen to guard the course of the realms… a sudden madness occurred that nearly all of them one by one, began to work against the light and went to the side of the dark; where the evil’s kiss thrives… one stood for justice and the right; the sentinel of wisdom… the rest turned onto their ways and began to send curses among lands… only one was successful… the rest of them were locked into a great world of banishment where they suffered for eternity…”

The darkling then discussed to Azeron. “It was understood in that historical tale that they were twelve of them but only eleven were sent to the eternal void because one of them remained.”

Azeron then had a wicked smile. “Well then…”

Azeron continued doing the ritual. He waved his hands in mid-air. The items on the slots suddenly glowed in purple light; all of a sudden a spiral motion of lights suddenly occurred in his chamber. A dark gate suddenly opened before him and eleven figures of people emerged; all of them, wearing cloaks and their heads, hooded. Azeron then laughed grimly.

In the dwarf caves, they have finally finished preparing. When the sun began to go up higher in the sky, they readied themselves for leaving the caverns. In the foot of their home, the king and Graea decided to give them their last words. The king told them,