((Ummm....Fei just did a naughty. He exploded the altar...which is The Tomb of Ancients....which holds...the shades...which Soul can't absorb....we are in trouble. 
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From the altar, a chorus of hisses and moans sounds. Shadowy wisps leak from the cracks in the altar, claw like tendrils groping the air. The smoky black substance dives down to the floor and ghost-like figures leap up from the ground it rolls across.
Four forms stand motionless before the broken Tomb when the rolling darkness finally finds a way to the outside, filtering up as smoke does through a chimney.
Hollow eyes stare straight ahead. The air grows chill as the original residents of the Upper Umbra are returned to their home. They look like shadows, transparent and cloudy...looking harmless.
Tamrissa's eyes open slightly and she gasps. Her legs and arms tense and she immediately tries to get loose.
"Shades!" her eyes dart sideways to where Soul is pinned to the wall and Asaki and Clutch stand near him. "The shades!! Run!! Get out!!"
They move forward as one, making raspy noises like deep breathes...making it sound as if they are smelling warm bread that has just popped out of the oven. The metaphor is not far from the truth. They smell life...and that is what they eat.
Outside, screams begin to sound as both Hell's Wind and Space Marine find out this truth...and the dark wave does not stop until their is a little over three thousand of the strange, life-sucking creatures...
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In the depths of the newly built temple, where the Tomb of Ancients lies, Tamrissa has set up a complex ritual that takes place in the darkness each night. In a circle made of the ruined stones of the old arena, she stands at an altar the Tomb. On the altar a golden bowl sets. Twenty priests chant arcane words that she has taught them as they stand in a circle around her. Two of the more powerful priests stand on the other side of the altar from her, scarlet-jeweled ritual daggers rest perched on their wrists waiting to taste blood.
From the altar, a chorus of hisses and moans sounds. Shadowy wisps leak from the cracks in the altar, claw like tendrils groping the air. The smoky black substance dives down to the floor and ghost-like figures leap up from the ground it rolls across.
Four forms stand motionless before the broken Tomb when the rolling darkness finally finds a way to the outside, filtering up as smoke does through a chimney.
Hollow eyes stare straight ahead. The air grows chill as the original residents of the Upper Umbra are returned to their home. They look like shadows, transparent and cloudy...looking harmless.
Tamrissa's eyes open slightly and she gasps. Her legs and arms tense and she immediately tries to get loose.
"Shades!" her eyes dart sideways to where Soul is pinned to the wall and Asaki and Clutch stand near him. "The shades!! Run!! Get out!!"
They move forward as one, making raspy noises like deep breathes...making it sound as if they are smelling warm bread that has just popped out of the oven. The metaphor is not far from the truth. They smell life...and that is what they eat.
Outside, screams begin to sound as both Hell's Wind and Space Marine find out this truth...and the dark wave does not stop until their is a little over three thousand of the strange, life-sucking creatures...
~A sweet little woman..with more bite than bark.~
