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Pen N Popper · 05-22-06, 02:13 PM

Augra, 1400
"Now I want you to focus on thedark You don't know what it feels like to spread it out around you, so it's not like you'll be trying to reverse it, but still, try to draw it in," Rayenoir said as she motions Bumblebeeto move back against the tree. "I'm going to use this first," she continues and points tothe bracer onher arm.
With a quick motion, the world goesdark. The blackness seeps all around Bumblebee, spreading thick and viscous like blood left to the air. He struggles, body tense and eyes dilated wide in panic. Feeling blindly for the tree he tries to picture the scene before and where to hide best. It does not work, he is like a man drowning and grasping for anything to cling to.
"Know the dark. Feel the dark. Convince it to embrace you." The voice floats out of nowhere and then the darkness dissipates. Still there is no one there.
Mouth agape, Bumblebee stares to the spot where she stood.Slowly, as Rayenoir lets herself come into focus, he is able to distinguish her from the background.
"This one will give you more time, but it has a certain sense of me to it." She looks down to him, "Ready?"
Willing himself to relax, he nods and whispers, "Ready."
Again the darkness, thick and tangible. This time Bumblebee relaxes, floats in it. Either as a man too far gone for saving or one that knows he cannot drown. Both are apt descriptions.
"Draw it in," he hears her say. "Feel it around you and shrink it down until it only covers yourself."
Again the focus on the inky darkness wells up a panic inside in him. He can't breath! He struggles and then it is light once again.
"How," he coughs, "do you spill forth the darkness itself?"
"That's what having fiend blood does for you." She motions for him to ready himself. "One more time. That's all I have left for today. Say when."
Tired but sure there is something there, he nods. "Now."
He floats immediately now, feeling the darkness. "Marvelous!" he cries out with a laugh. He feels the dark drip past him, as one would sense the moving water in a stream or pool.
"Like I said, that's how I do it." She addresses him as the darkness fades away and the morning light and its shadows return. "You might have to go about it differently, and I really don't know how the humans and elves do it. I just know how it happens for me."
"Well," Bumblebee considers, "I cannot create a pool of darkness of my own, so the night will have to do."
"Do what you can," she says with a shrug. "That's all a person can really ask."
"I'll be more aware of it. It is good to know."

05-22-06, 02:13 PM	#4
Pen N Popper Lich Characters Join Date: Dec 2005 Posts: 1,406 Thanks: 98 Thanked 280 Times in 98 Posts	RE: Bumblebee Augra, 1400 "Now I want you to focus on thedark You don't know what it feels like to spread it out around you, so it's not like you'll be trying to reverse it, but still, try to draw it in," Rayenoir said as she motions Bumblebeeto move back against the tree. "I'm going to use this first," she continues and points tothe bracer onher arm. With a quick motion, the world goesdark. The blackness seeps all around Bumblebee, spreading thick and viscous like blood left to the air. He struggles, body tense and eyes dilated wide in panic. Feeling blindly for the tree he tries to picture the scene before and where to hide best. It does not work, he is like a man drowning and grasping for anything to cling to. "Know the dark. Feel the dark. Convince it to embrace you." The voice floats out of nowhere and then the darkness dissipates. Still there is no one there. Mouth agape, Bumblebee stares to the spot where she stood.Slowly, as Rayenoir lets herself come into focus, he is able to distinguish her from the background. "This one will give you more time, but it has a certain sense of me to it." She looks down to him, "Ready?" Willing himself to relax, he nods and whispers, "Ready." Again the darkness, thick and tangible. This time Bumblebee relaxes, floats in it. Either as a man too far gone for saving or one that knows he cannot drown. Both are apt descriptions. "Draw it in," he hears her say. "Feel it around you and shrink it down until it only covers yourself." Again the focus on the inky darkness wells up a panic inside in him. He can't breath! He struggles and then it is light once again. "How," he coughs, "do you spill forth the darkness itself?" "That's what having fiend blood does for you." She motions for him to ready himself. "One more time. That's all I have left for today. Say when." Tired but sure there is something there, he nods. "Now." He floats immediately now, feeling the darkness. "Marvelous!" he cries out with a laugh. He feels the dark drip past him, as one would sense the moving water in a stream or pool. "Like I said, that's how I do it." She addresses him as the darkness fades away and the morning light and its shadows return. "You might have to go about it differently, and I really don't know how the humans and elves do it. I just know how it happens for me." "Well," Bumblebee considers, "I cannot create a pool of darkness of my own, so the night will have to do." "Do what you can," she says with a shrug. "That's all a person can really ask." "I'll be more aware of it. It is good to know."