Borin's Birth by Thomas Pelletier
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SUMMARY: The birth of one of my future characters. Just a nice little dark ritual.In the center of the capitol of Unsola Terra, a large crowd had gathered. They seemed to be impatiently awaiting some event or spectacle. Venders walked through the streets selling food and drink, yelling out their 'low prices'. In the next few minutes they would witness the spectacle that they desired, and something unusual would happen.
In the center of the Ianus Templum, there was an alter. It was shaped like a pentagram, yet there were red stains on the floor. Not just red, but blood stains. Two dozen prisoners stood over the alter, awaiting their fate. They had been sentenced to death, an event that had happened all too often in the city. There end would not be kind either, they would be split open and their blood mixed onto an alter. It was said Megris Vernin loved this ceremony, that he took some kind of sick pleasure out of it. Either way, the ceremony happened every day at dusk.
A strange figure walks up to the alter. He is like a fire drake, but he walks on to legs. There is a hint of evil in him, a darkness that no dragon can boast. The creature stands before the condemned prisoners and sticks his flesh into one of the prisoners. The man lets out a scream of agony. Jagerot ignored his cries of pain and continues. He moves his sharp claw around the man's torso, as if he was searching for something. The fire drake has a sick look of concentration on his face. Then Jagerot stops and smiles. He pulls at the man's chest and pulls out a bloody organ.
The Quer'ith holds up the heart before the crowd and they cry out in bloodlust. They scream in anticipation and hold out their arms, hoping that Jagerot will throw the organ to them. Jagerot ignores their pleas and places the heart into his mouth. He closes his jaws and swallows. His blood stained teeth seem to shine in the light. The other prisoners look at this site with an expression of utter despair. They know that they are next. Jagerot turns once again to face the prisoners and repeats the gruesome ceremony again, and again....and again. He does this until only one of the prisoners is left alive. The condemned man has a look of utter disgust and hatred on his face.
Jagerot watches him with a mixed look of fear and anger. This one will do nicely. Jagerot looks towards the sky and sees the flash of fire appear before the alter. The people cry out with anticipation and see their god Megris Vernin appears. The great god stands before them in all his majesty, a testament to the power of chaos and hatred. He looks towards the man who stands before him. "What is your name," he asked. The prisoner looked up and muttered "Borin Merit." Megris looks on him with an odd expression...He chants a dark spell and the sky blacken. The crowd watches as Megris begins to say the spell of binding, a magic that will forever alter Borin and make him the Lord of Chaos's slave.
The spell is complete and the man looks up at the god with an expression of utter adoration. He is not the unquestioned servant of Megris Vernin. Megris, however, is not done yet. He begins to call forth the powers of the universe, the chaotic energies that are his. The aura around the temple grows thick and horrid, as if darkness itself was there. Megris laughs and throws the energy into Borin. The man's body is consumed by flames and burned and mutilated. Yet he gains a horrid power. Pieces of the bodies around him begin to remake the man. His arms and legs are replaced, and his form returns to normal.
Yet Borin will never be the same again. He is now like Ninrev Sirgem, a child of darkness. He has become a Homuculi, a man made entity. The dark god Megris smiles approvingly at his new creation and a pillar of flame consumes them. The two diasppear instantly, leaving the crowd in shock.
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