Post by wolfgard on Sept 16, 2023 22:14:46 GMT 1
The blood ore.
"I... Have seen the omens..." Solemnly screeches the old crone. Her voice resembles the raspy, drawn-out hissing sounds of a horned vulture feasting on a rotting carcass. Her words easily carry around the council hall but is quickly subdued by the sudden murmur that bloom at her declaration.
All of the ancients had been summoned and are now gathered into the spacious windowless chamber. The air is heavy with the aromas of incense and herbs but a shy breeze of fresh air is coming from a wide opening, leading to a slightly downhill tunnel, apparently the only means of access or egress of this underground vault.
Carved directly into the granite heart of the mountain, the smooth walls of the dome-shaped chamber are covered with painted scene depicting past events to remember and prophecies that have yet to happen.
The perfectly circular floor is straight and polished, a jet black platform protruding at its central point. This feat of craftmanship has been meticulously conceived to amplify the sound of anyone haranguing from the very center of the auditorium.
Twelve massive stone arches rooted deep into the floor and rising toward each other, seemingly crawling along the curved wall. At the pinnacle, hanging from a sturdy steel chain, there is a large solid bronze cage containing a sizable ember. The dimly glowing ball of glass oozing its gloomy orange glow on the surroundings is the only source of light. The base of each arch is sculpted into a throne like seats, covered with the furs of beasts from all over Agonia; mammoths, mylodons, striped hyenas, frost ox and many more of the magnificent creatures roaming the lands.
Leaning heavily on her wooden cane, the hag slowly lifted a shaky hand above her head and knocked her wooden staff on the ground demanding silence. As the mumble die all around her she takes an onerous step forward and clears her throat. Speaking slowly, she deliberately pronounces every syllable to assert the importance of her announcement. " Heed my words!!!... Deep within the abyss of Agonia, the raging spirits of war are awakening once again... Their anger is fueling the furnaces of the earth, melting its core and combining it to the very essence of their primal wrath creating titanium!! Soon the sleeping mountain of fire will rouse!! They will belch poisonous gas and vomit their fiery entrails, staining the spine of the world with precious titanium... THE BLOOD ORE!!! " Exclaims the old harpy in a high-pitched shriek.
The babble starts all over again but quickly turns into a hubbub as the elder's discussion rapidly inflames. " We need to assemble the forsaken's army NOW" growls a guttural voice. " If the spirrrits crrry out forrr blood, blood they shaaaall be prrroviiiided!!! " Gratingly retort another. " The titanium belongs to US!! " Chaotic shouts clash in disarray as every one try's to express themselves at the same time.
The instigator of this chaotic tumult is now furiously pounding her walking stick on the rocky pedestal in a vain effort to get the audience to settle down.
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OOC: Feel free to post you vision of the titanium war or anything related to it.