Wednesday, December 2, 2009
2010/2011 – Ancient Magicks
As the cool autumn breeze blows through the ancient fields a low rhythmic chanting can be heard in the distance. But the sound of chanting is not the only thing the wind carries through the dark fields, and you flinch as the smell of rotting flesh stings your nostrils. A soft almost warm glow can be seen in the distance beckoning you to follow. As you wonder deeper into the fields following the glow the chanting becomes stronger and the ancient rotting smell grows louder.
Soon the source of the smell can be seen as rows of corpses rotting and impaled upon stakes line a path through the field leading to a circle of ancient monolithic stones. Within the center of the circle is a small altar upon which rests a blackened cauldron bubbling and blazing as a sickly greenish mist oozes forth. Standing over the cauldron is a haggard figure draped in grey and black tattered rags. It’s arms raised in a V towards the sky as if calling forth something from the bubbling concoction.
The chanting grows louder and a thunderous roar rips through the fields as the low mist on the ground begins swirling into a torrential maelstrom behind the decrepit figure. The cauldron begins to bubble over and the green mist rising from it twists and turns taking shape into two forms rising high above the cauldron. One of them turns to face you smiling knowingly as it begins to move forward.
The ancient figure behind the cauldron laughs maniacally. You can’t move, your body frozen in fear. You heart races and soon your vision fades the blackness…
