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"Ƭнɛ Ƨтσяʏ σғ тнɛ Ƨʋммσиɛя Ɯнσ Ƨтσρρɛ∂ Ƭιмɛ"
"The Ancients are now starting to become known. I have given quite a few stones to individuals that I believed could call upon these creatures and have now come across a stone myself. For some reason I feel it calling to me, biding me to search out it's origin and whisper it's name. The Rune Stone has an unforgiving aura about it but also an allure that I can not resist. I must leave my cottage now in the care of my apprentices 'till I return, but also fear what I am about to do. I have traveled for days to a rather far off place to the north, away from the cities and civilization. Large forests spread out before me as tall trees reach for the sky in an effort to touch the heavens above. It is late afternoon, and the sun is setting as it casts it's last rays of light, creating far reaching shadows that follow in my wake. My own rune Gadzooks, sits atop my shoulder with unease. I can sense he does not approve of what I am about to do since the Rune Stone I have carries a very dangerous and unpredictable Ancient. This stone holds the ability to call forth the being of time and space, and this power alone makes it formidable as I clutch the stone closely and come to a stop. "I know what I must do Zooks, and I am sorry to have brought you here with me." The partly mechanical rune simply looks at me through it's mask, his expression unreadable but his feelings hold both determination and love. I smile as the fading sun drifts down and cast the forest into long shadows of darkness. I am afraid, but can not stop now as I clutch the stone closely and whisper the Ancient's true name softly. "Numair, I summon you oh Ancient of time and space..."
The forest grew quite now as if time itself had stopped; no sound could be heard except for the beating of my heart. I soon held my breath as my eyes widened at the sight before me. The long shadows of the trees soon began to move on their own and lift from the ground as if attached to strings. They swirled seamlessly together to create a very large and imposing form that stared down at me with harsh golden eyes and a mask of death. It's shadowy figure soon solidified into the body of an Ancient, as its skin glistened with the moon's glow. "So you have finally answered my call, Thorn...I do not like to be kept waiting..." I narrowed my eyes at the creature but kept still as I stared up at Numair "I had business to attend to as I am sure you already know. A new government is rising in Alabaster city, and has threatened many Rune Bearers. They have fled to my cottage in the forest and we now build a resistance but-" A sudden whoosh of air made me stop as Numair went from imposing dragon, to the form of a lean man with long silver hair and dark skin. "I am the Ancient of Time, I do not need you to explain what is going on. You are here because you know you can not win with just your small group. You need strength, power, and most of all, time. What ever would your little resistance think if they knew you did not believe in them? They would be devastated, would they not? Yet here you are, alone and asking for my help..." I gritted my teeth in anger but held my tongue as I stared at the man with an icy glare "I am here because it would be a massacre if I sent those people to fight in vain. They deserve to live their lives in peace, and I will do anything to make sure they earn their freedom...at any cost." This earned a raised brow from the Ancient. He eyed me with devious understanding, "So, you will make the pact? You understand what this means, no? By accepting my bond you relinquish your mortality. You will live a cursed life, never aging and watching those you love grow old and die." A smile creased his fair features as he circled and came to stand before me. "You will be mine and mine alone. I will own you, and you, in return shall keep me company, sharing in this lonely existence of mine. Forever traversing time itself, never allowed to be a part of any of it. In return, you will have the power you seek and I will stop time itself to make sure your precious Rune Bearers win this war...'
I grimaced at his words, Ancients long to be bonded to a summoner but the Ancient of time had yet to bond with any due to the extreme cost of creating a pact with such a creature. I pause as I look to Zooks, whom I feel such despair coming from. Even he knows what will come of this, the great price if I accept. Looking back to Numair, I gave him a defeated look "I accept your pact Numair, as long as you promise that my apprentices, the Rune Bearers, are all kept safe and you help us win back our freedom." The man smiles as his form suddenly changes to that of the dark showery dragon from before "I knew you would, you never disappoint Thorn. Make the pact and let us show our enemies what true fear is! I will devour time itself, and make them wish they were never born." I lift my hand shakily as I outstretch it to touch the Ancient's skull masked face. Upon touching the smooth surface, I nearly blacked out from the sudden pain. The mark of his rune burned into my hand, the intense agony that swept through my body was immense as I reeled on the ground trying to catch my breath. Our souls touched, and the Ancient of Time now bonded with me. Finally, the pain stopped as quickly as it had come, and I laid there, wondering if all Ancient bonds were this painful. "Your freedom has now been forfeit so that many may gain freedom in return..." It sounded as if Numair was pitying me as he helped me up. His eyes held both happiness at no longer being alone, but also regret, for dragging me into his cursed existence. "I promise that I will do my best to keep you happy. After all, you have an eternity to think about it." I felt cold and empty as tears filled my eyes and I began to weep at my lost freedom. I do not want this, but it had to be done so that the others would not die. I could not bare to see them ripped apart from their runes, but I also felt so much regret for what I had given up. Numair simply looked at me with confusion, he was not used to feeling such emotions that he had long since forgotten, and simply stood silently near me as I sobbed into the night. His presence would now be the only thing to comfort me as I watched the world grow old around me..."
The forest grew quite now as if time itself had stopped; no sound could be heard except for the beating of my heart. I soon held my breath as my eyes widened at the sight before me. The long shadows of the trees soon began to move on their own and lift from the ground as if attached to strings. They swirled seamlessly together to create a very large and imposing form that stared down at me with harsh golden eyes and a mask of death. It's shadowy figure soon solidified into the body of an Ancient, as its skin glistened with the moon's glow. "So you have finally answered my call, Thorn...I do not like to be kept waiting..." I narrowed my eyes at the creature but kept still as I stared up at Numair "I had business to attend to as I am sure you already know. A new government is rising in Alabaster city, and has threatened many Rune Bearers. They have fled to my cottage in the forest and we now build a resistance but-" A sudden whoosh of air made me stop as Numair went from imposing dragon, to the form of a lean man with long silver hair and dark skin. "I am the Ancient of Time, I do not need you to explain what is going on. You are here because you know you can not win with just your small group. You need strength, power, and most of all, time. What ever would your little resistance think if they knew you did not believe in them? They would be devastated, would they not? Yet here you are, alone and asking for my help..." I gritted my teeth in anger but held my tongue as I stared at the man with an icy glare "I am here because it would be a massacre if I sent those people to fight in vain. They deserve to live their lives in peace, and I will do anything to make sure they earn their freedom...at any cost." This earned a raised brow from the Ancient. He eyed me with devious understanding, "So, you will make the pact? You understand what this means, no? By accepting my bond you relinquish your mortality. You will live a cursed life, never aging and watching those you love grow old and die." A smile creased his fair features as he circled and came to stand before me. "You will be mine and mine alone. I will own you, and you, in return shall keep me company, sharing in this lonely existence of mine. Forever traversing time itself, never allowed to be a part of any of it. In return, you will have the power you seek and I will stop time itself to make sure your precious Rune Bearers win this war...'
I grimaced at his words, Ancients long to be bonded to a summoner but the Ancient of time had yet to bond with any due to the extreme cost of creating a pact with such a creature. I pause as I look to Zooks, whom I feel such despair coming from. Even he knows what will come of this, the great price if I accept. Looking back to Numair, I gave him a defeated look "I accept your pact Numair, as long as you promise that my apprentices, the Rune Bearers, are all kept safe and you help us win back our freedom." The man smiles as his form suddenly changes to that of the dark showery dragon from before "I knew you would, you never disappoint Thorn. Make the pact and let us show our enemies what true fear is! I will devour time itself, and make them wish they were never born." I lift my hand shakily as I outstretch it to touch the Ancient's skull masked face. Upon touching the smooth surface, I nearly blacked out from the sudden pain. The mark of his rune burned into my hand, the intense agony that swept through my body was immense as I reeled on the ground trying to catch my breath. Our souls touched, and the Ancient of Time now bonded with me. Finally, the pain stopped as quickly as it had come, and I laid there, wondering if all Ancient bonds were this painful. "Your freedom has now been forfeit so that many may gain freedom in return..." It sounded as if Numair was pitying me as he helped me up. His eyes held both happiness at no longer being alone, but also regret, for dragging me into his cursed existence. "I promise that I will do my best to keep you happy. After all, you have an eternity to think about it." I felt cold and empty as tears filled my eyes and I began to weep at my lost freedom. I do not want this, but it had to be done so that the others would not die. I could not bare to see them ripped apart from their runes, but I also felt so much regret for what I had given up. Numair simply looked at me with confusion, he was not used to feeling such emotions that he had long since forgotten, and simply stood silently near me as I sobbed into the night. His presence would now be the only thing to comfort me as I watched the world grow old around me..."
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.:Summoner's Name:.
Benathorn
.:Ancient's 'True' Name:.
Numair
.:Gender:.
Male
Benathorn
.:Ancient's 'True' Name:.
Numair
.:Gender:.
Male
