Suddenly, a plague doctor wearing a ring stood up, and shot a beam from the ring at Æhnyir. The glowing Seal of Solomon appeared in front of Æhnyir’s chest, and his form began to “glitch”.
Æhnyir’s body started to seemingly split in half , and a red fiery mist-like form was torn from his body. The spirit was was pulled away by the Ring of Solomon’s tractor beam, and moved towards Amadeus’ body.
The spirit was then absorbed into Amadeus’ dagger wound, and Amadeus rose up on his own.
A chant began among the Plague doctors, low at first. Amadeus took a few steps forward his chest
Rising and falling with gasps of air.
The chanting grew louder.
Amadeus suddenly stopped in his tracks, smoke rising from his body. Suddenly he combusted, bursting into flames.
The chanting reached its peak volume, as Amadeus’ flaming, flailing form roared in pain.
There was a large fiery explosion, and a monstrous, demonic figure hovered high into the air.
The cultists kneeled down, bowing before The newly reincarnated Magician.
“Finally. I have been…reborn…” The Magician rasped @Runa @Jcton @meepinater
Æhnyir took his blade, the balance that was once within himself was gone. He stood up, feeling the dark power now gone.
“Magician, you’ve made a mistake and now you will suffer for it.”
it wasn’t Æhnyir’s voice that spoke, it was more divine and heavenly. Errapel was speaking through Æhnyir.
Æhnyir’s body took form and became like that of an angel, growing wings and a halo. White angelic fire sparked from its hands as the being flew up. Æyapel was now ready to face the Magician.
“All power is finite, your time will come to an end”
Æyapel spoke, sword in hand, it took the while flames and enchanted the blade with the white flames. The blade now the abilities of the fire and burned with a brilliant white flame.
The magician dashed to the left at incredible speeds, leaving an afterimage of his form as he stopped in front of Rohan.
The Magician twirled around, before lobbing a fireball at Rohan from his claws.
Rohan scrambled out of the way.
He snapped his fingers and an army of wasps, hornets, bees, and yellowjackets flew into the room and swarmed the Magician, stinging and biting at him.
Æyapel simply swatted the fireball away with its white flaming blade. The armored being didn’t seem that bothered by the presence of any flame or fire. It flew at the magician aiming to strike it with its sword.
Æyapel would try to parry any attack, though an occasional one would go through and have little effect. It seemed Æyapel had a resistance against flames.
Again flames are not effective in damaging the winged being. Æyapel returned the magician’s attack by sending a fire ball of white angelic fire at the magician.
The Magician stuck out one of his claws, and he caught the fireball, decaying it in his hands. The Magician decided to take a more “hands-on” a approached and sent of flurry of claw slashes at Æyapel. @Jcton
Meanwhile, in the back corner, Arkan had been working on an Evocation circle. He finished it and breathed a sigh, before filling it with magic, the circle and above air becoming white light.