The First Pillar of Heaven Aug 6, 2015 3:51:14 GMT -8
Post by Comatose on Aug 6, 2015 3:51:14 GMT -8
Across the world the sky grew dark as clouds rolled in, lightning cascading about toward a central point where the ritual had already begun. Figures - four to be exact, stood around a fifth who stood in the center of their circle in a sort of dazed trance. The thunder had coalesced into the cloud above the fifth as it's focal point, the cloud itself beginning to form a funnel as if waiting for something to appear. It grew in size as it spiraled downward, forming what would seem like a tornado, touching down gently as it engulfed that fifth figure completely. All the while the figures chanted in an incomprehensible language, the tornado whirling faster and faster, producing a sound that could only be identified as a moaning wail. The noise - though assuredly emanating from the cloud formation, seemed to boom from all over, becoming louder as time went on.Above each of the four kneeling chanting figures a spirit appeared, each much larger than the individuals they calmly floated behind. Each spirit - one colored for each primary element, outstretched an arm in sync toward the swirling mass of clouds before attempting to take hold of it. As their hands collectively grasped the tornado it ebbed to and fro, wiggling as if it knew it had to in order to escape their otherworldly grasp. The gale and moan only grew with the spirit's actions, the figures holding themselves down as to not blow away so close to the weather formation. Dirt, loose rocks, and even boulders began to succumb to the tornado's ferocity, lifting off into the sky and becoming part of the whirling orbit. The chanting grew louder and louder, each spirit using it's other hand to grasp the column of light, their barely visible expressions showing nothing but pain as they attempted to bind the light to this mortal coil.
Everything stopped, the noise, the spirits, the chanting, and the world - there was nothing for the most infinitesimal of moments before the air itself seemed to flee. A large column of air pushed out from the now still mass of clouds as something dropped, bringing with it a sound so cacophonous it was heard the world around.
The spirits dissipated as the figures stood, each placing their hand upon a now fully solid band of light that was visible from nearly any vantage that had clear view of the sky. They too dissipated, leaving nothing but a vast wasteland where the pillar fell. There was nothing here anymore no animals, no plants, and no life. This area seemed to spread with time, a mysterious force encroaching and gaining territory. .