D. Rex
Magic Eight Ball
The ritual would take a while. From sundown until midnight. For such reason that she had informed the circle she would be gone for so long. And as much as she wanted to keep venting her frustration, she had to get started. She would just have to be angry later, as lack of focus now could be detrimental.
Finding a clearing, one with fresh dirt, she began. Circles, lines, and runes. Moving swiftly and gracefully, taking her time to make sure each stroke was precise. Pacing was important too... and though Hazel did not fashion herself a dancer, there were times her rituals may create such an illusion. Steps and spins, from one point to the next, odd in order to the casual observer, but to those of the arcane, deliberate.
Hazel new what she wanted. Information. That of the movements of the demon world. Unlikely they would be idle while superiors were ok the verge of release. Hazel needed to be a step ahead of them. To anticipate their moves. And to see what else might have escaped Malfeas. If only it were as simple as having a cup of tea and reading their leaves.
Enslavement, she decided upon. For it could then be that she could barter a more exuberant compliance with oathes of an early dismissal. To set it to task... what she needed was too vague, with no clear end. Such open ended tasks could lead to trouble.
Of the demons she knew, one came to mind as the candidate for such a trial. The Mahagibbor. Winged watchers of Malfeas. Ever spying, ever observant, ever astute. Little slips by them. But should they fail... there was another. But she would rather avoid such a thing invading her face holes just to get a bit of information... if she could help it. But such unpleasantness was par for the course. Hazel reached up and touched the corner of her ear. The tip having been chewed off reminded her well the risks, and such was a minor blunder. It would heal back at least, eventually.
The girl was not fond of the idea of working with demons. In fact she would have rather avoided it all together. Elementals were much more pleasant. Alas, having one around would incur the rather of her circle mates. Hmmph... she wasted all that time and energy learning things to help and it gets thrown back in her face.
No. Must not dwell on that now. She had a ritual to continue.
Finding a clearing, one with fresh dirt, she began. Circles, lines, and runes. Moving swiftly and gracefully, taking her time to make sure each stroke was precise. Pacing was important too... and though Hazel did not fashion herself a dancer, there were times her rituals may create such an illusion. Steps and spins, from one point to the next, odd in order to the casual observer, but to those of the arcane, deliberate.
Hazel new what she wanted. Information. That of the movements of the demon world. Unlikely they would be idle while superiors were ok the verge of release. Hazel needed to be a step ahead of them. To anticipate their moves. And to see what else might have escaped Malfeas. If only it were as simple as having a cup of tea and reading their leaves.
Enslavement, she decided upon. For it could then be that she could barter a more exuberant compliance with oathes of an early dismissal. To set it to task... what she needed was too vague, with no clear end. Such open ended tasks could lead to trouble.
Of the demons she knew, one came to mind as the candidate for such a trial. The Mahagibbor. Winged watchers of Malfeas. Ever spying, ever observant, ever astute. Little slips by them. But should they fail... there was another. But she would rather avoid such a thing invading her face holes just to get a bit of information... if she could help it. But such unpleasantness was par for the course. Hazel reached up and touched the corner of her ear. The tip having been chewed off reminded her well the risks, and such was a minor blunder. It would heal back at least, eventually.
The girl was not fond of the idea of working with demons. In fact she would have rather avoided it all together. Elementals were much more pleasant. Alas, having one around would incur the rather of her circle mates. Hmmph... she wasted all that time and energy learning things to help and it gets thrown back in her face.
No. Must not dwell on that now. She had a ritual to continue.