TankerMDK – chill darlin' chill (pats on head) is my fic really so cliché that you would expect something like that? (pouts)
I've had three emails now about pairings for this story. If I decided to create any long-term pairings I'll let you know way in advance. (Long-term, for my fics, is defined as anything more than a few days.)
Now that that is all sorted out…
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Chapter 16
The books on vampire bites always said that they were really painful. Now Rahkesh knew that the writers had never been bitten. It didn't hurt, though he had an extremely long sharp set of fangs deep in his neck it didn't hurt. That was weird. He could feel the teeth but no pain from the punctures. Really weird. And why was everything spinning?
Rahkesh realized with what remained of his consciousness that he'd gone completely limp and collapsed. But he couldn't do anything about it. Everything seemed to be spinning, he could hear his heart pounding, and he couldn't see anything. Then the pain that remained from the dragon's blood began to vanish, leaving Rahkesh reeling as though on an extreme high. Why did he feel so good when his blood was oozing out through the punctures in his neck? Rahkesh hated not being in control of his mind, it was part of his natural resistance to the imperius curse. And even the vampire bite, though he couldn't, and didn't want to, fight it, did take hold of his mind. So why didn't he care? The calm was spreading, leaving him feeling relaxed and happy as he often felt after a long soak in the hot springs. He was definitely going to have to chat with those authors. This actually felt really nice.
White-hot pain suddenly went through his neck and Rahkesh jerked out of his stupor. Sharahak was reeling, rolling away from him. The vampire's eyes were rolling uncontrollably; they were also glowing. He paused and swayed on his knees, before collapsing and going still.
His neck hurt now. The pain was horrible. The unhealed bite marks still bleeding heavily. Nausea swept through him, followed by a horrible pain. His head was pounding, his vision blurred, if he'd had anything left in his stomach after the dragon's blood he would have brought it up. Instead his exhausted body couldn't even vomit, but shook weakly. He couldn't breathe. Rahkesh's vision began to go gray.
Sharahak screamed. Lying on the ground as he was it was partially muffled by the dirt, but the scream nonetheless was so loud that Rahkesh moaned in pain from his hurting ears. The vampire kept on screaming, shaking, clawing at the dirt floor of the cave. Rahkesh wanted to see if he was okay, but he wasn't able to move at all.
Sunlight flooded the cave as Silas moved the boulder and leaped inside. Landing on all fours and going over to Sharahak. Daray and Nic followed seconds later. Rahkesh tried to stay upright, but he couldn't find the strength to speak. A long raspy moan was all he could manage, and his limbs were beginning to shake again. He collapsed sideways; Nic grabbed him in time to keep his head from hitting the wall. Daray took one look at the blood on Rahkesh's partially healed neck and realized what had happened.
"He didn't heal the bites." The vampire said. Sharahak began to seize up, abruptly he started shaking, then the full seizure hit and he began to scream that horrible scream and writhe in agony.
"No magic!" Daray shouted to Silas. Silas put the wand away and pounced on the writhing screaming vampire and pinned him to the floor. Sharahak lurched and snarled, his fingers digging into the dirt. He threw Silas off and began to thrash against the stone wall of the cave. His grasping hands scraped the flesh right off his fingers and then Rahkesh heard the horrible sound of bone scraping against rock as the vampire clawed at the walls. Silas grabbed the bloodied ripped hands and forced Sharahak away from the rock. Sharahak began to spasm and jerk about like a fish out of water; Silas desperate attempts to keep the nearly dead vampire still were useless.
"He's too strong for me!" Silas warned. He conjured ropes, melded them with the cave floor, and tied Sharahak still. "It won't hold for long."
"Long enough." Daray said, "hold him still," he added to Nic. Nic moved behind Rahkesh and grabbed his arms, Daray grabbed him by the back of his head, stretched his neck out, and bit down into the partially healed fang marks.
Rahkesh heard someone else start screaming, then he blacked out.
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As Rahkesh went limp Daray withdrew his fangs and spat blood everywhere. After seeing what Sharahak was going through he wasn't about to drink any of it. He bit one of his fingers and rubbed the blood into the wound. The bite wasn't bleeding anymore and the deep cuts soon filled with the vampire's blood. Once filled with it the fang wounds vanished as if they had never been. The two moved Rahkesh away from the pools of blood and vomit to the far side of the cave. A faint glow slowly began to appear about Rahkesh, and then he began to jerk and shiver as if fighting something. It would have been another full-blown seizure, but his battered and exhausted body had simply shut down too far.
Sharahak was still screaming and doing his best to break the restraints. Silas was trying to hold him still but the older vampire was much too strong for him.
"Light a fire, get him warm and try to keep him from moving." Daray told Nic, Nic nodded and went to the back of the cave, where he removed a rock from the back wall and pulled out firewood. He carried it back to Rahkesh, who was starting to roll about violently, and held the half-dead wizard still while he lit a blaze.
Sure that his friend would be taken care of Daray turned to Sharahak just in time for the vampire's restraints to snap. The two cousins threw themselves at the other vampire and together managed to pin him to the floor.
"What the hell is happening to him?" Silas gasped out when a flying fist hit him in the face.
"Rahkesh's blood." Daray gasped back, forcing Sharahak's legs still and trying to set up another set of restraints. "Hell we always knew he was powerful." Sharahak suddenly stiffened and then collapsed. "About time." Silas bent over the vampire and began to check his injuries.
"He reopened everything that had partially healed. But it is healing again, and very fast." Silas said.
"And Rahkesh?" Nic asked. Rahkesh had stopped thrashing once the warmth from the fire hit him, and appeared to be out cold. He had some damage from his seizures but none of it was life threatening.
"No idea." Silas replied. "Normally a person with an unhealed bite is fine. His partially healed. That was from his latest set of bloodmagic. A healing piece." Nic nodded, he'd been told about their bloodmagic, having nearly walked into one of Silas rituals, which would have killed him and Silas.
"But with a partially healed bite, healed by magic, when the vampire stopped because he was forced to stop feeding, not because he'd finished. People often die from that." Daray said. "I reopened the bite and then closed it properly." Thunder rumbled across the mountains, "I think the magic released during that battle affected the weather." Seconds later it began to pour.
"Someone ought to go tell the guards we're all alive." Nicodemus said. Silas conjured up a shield to keep the rain away, went invisible, and left to go inform that guards that they were all okay. Nic reached down and picked up the discarded phial.
"What is that?" Daray asked. There were a few drops of something red in the bottom and the inside of the phial was coated with a red substance that glowed. Nic shrugged.
"It looks like blood." He moved to hand the phial to Daray, but the vampire leaped back as though stung when his fingers touched the phial.
"Dear God! That's dragon blood!" The vampire yelped, moving to the opposite side of the cave, which was only about three feet away. Nic stared at the shaken vampire in surprise, then at the phial.
"What's wrong with dragon's blood?"
"In its raw form it is lethal to vampires." Daray replied, having calmed down a bit. "It is also a very powerful substance used in certain bits of alchemy to enhance power or healing ability."
"That must be what Rahkesh did." Nic said, pointing to Sharahak, who was entirely healed. It had taken only a few minutes, but all sign of his terrible wounds was gone.
"It takes months to brew that stuff. No he did something else." Daray moved closer again, circling, much to Nic's amusement, as far away from the phial as he could stay. He dipped a finger into a pool of Rahkesh's blood and sniffed at it. Then he sniffed at the phial. The vampire went so pale his skin almost became see-through.
"He drank it. The fool drank it!"
"That's bad?"
"No one's ever survived it." Daray replied, having gotten over his initial horror he turned to Rahkesh's still form. "I can sense that he's alive. That shouldn't be possible." Then he noticed that Nic did not seem at all surprised. In fact the young Chachapoyaro warrior was beginning to chuckle. "What?" Nicodemus shrugged and put the phial aside to sit down.
"Nycahalia and Kalahimran. They've been teaching the students to sense magic. Rahkesh is much more powerful than you realize." He said.
"That still doesn't explain why he's alive."
"Yes it does. He was able to absorb the dragon's blood and transfer the power of it to Sharahak in his blood. His body was magically powerful enough to reject the powers of the dragons blood and force them into Sharahak." Nicodemus explained.
"And, added to human blood, the deadly effect was neutralized. Yes I understand." Daray said softly. "I bet that's never been done before."
"Probably not. Not too many people crazy enough." Nic said with a another chuckle.
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Rahkesh woke abruptly with a gasp. He tried to sit up, but after several attempts he stopped trying, his body wasn't responding. It was dark and he couldn't see much of anything. His whole body ached and he had a throbbing headache, but he also felt surprisingly awake and not nearly as magically drained as he should have been.
"Awake?" A soft voice asked. Rahkesh's ears were ringing and he had to concentrate hard to process what was said. And to figure out what they were asking. He tried to speak but only managed a raspy cough. Someone gently lifted his head a bit and held a cup of water to his lips. Rahkesh drank, and promptly started feeling ill.
"Try not to throw that up again. You need to replace that blood." That time the voice had been Nicodemus. Rahkesh concentrated hard and managed to turn his head and look around.
The cave entranced faced away from the now setting sun and so it was quite dark. A fire in the center of the tiny cavern cast a warm glow everywhere. Sharahak was lying, apparently unconscious, off to his left. Daray was, predictably, sprawled out over a heap of uncomfortable looking rocks on the other side of the fire. And taking up far more space than ought to be physically possible. Nicodemus was sitting behind Rahkesh, holding his head up. Rahkesh, finally managing to move, took the glass of water in a shaking hand, and had to use both hands to manage to hold it still enough to drink from.
His body was drenched in blood and vomit. It stank horribly. Rahkesh wondered if the leather sleeveless top he was wearing was salvageable. Even cleaning charms could only do so much. He reached up to touch his matted hair, and took the chance to brush a finger over the fake skin that hid his scar, it was still there. But the ends of his long hair were caked with vomit and blood. He stomach had calmed and he slowly drank the rest of the water, knowing it was enhanced with some of the potions Nic carried in the dozen or so pouches that hung from his belt. Immediately he began to feel better.
His skin was glowing. Rahkesh raised a shaking arm and saw that it wasn't his skin; it was the bloodmagic runes carved on his body. Usually invisible they were now glowing a deep gold color. He couldn't remember if that was good or bad.
"Sharahak?" he finally managed to croak out. His throat hurt horribly from screaming.
"Alive and healed. I don't know how you knew to do what you did, but it worked." Daray said. Rahkesh nodded slowly. The movement making him feel a bit dizzy.
"And the Inca?" He asked.
"Fled for now. They'll be back soon, but your screams scared them. Coming from under the ground, and you certainly didn't sound even remotely human." Nic told him, "I've never heard anything like it. Everything in the forest fled."
"Enireth?" Rahkesh asked, remembering the dragons roars of fury as the purple spells hit him.
"Who?" Nic asked
"Enireth. The dragon." Rahkesh clarified, and watched as their eyes went very wide.
"You got the blood from that?" Daray said.
"Yes."
"How?"
"He gave it too me when he realized Sharahak was dying. He said his master used it for healing." Rahkesh said.
"Yeah, in potions. Not raw." Daray said.
"What happened to him?" Rahkesh asked again.
"You know its name?" Daray asked.
"He told me. What happened to him?"
"How did he tell you that? Don't tell me you speak dragon too." The vampire said.
"Mind to mind. Now what happened?"
"Telepathy with a dragon? Dragon's aren't telepathic-"
"DARAY!" Rahkesh roared, the vampire flinched back in shock. Nic grabbed Rahkesh's shoulder to keep him from trying to get up. Rahkesh winced and relaxed again. "What. Happened." Rahkesh snarled, beginning to get annoyed. Daray blinked, and then realized that he'd better answer the question.
"The Inca. They managed to knock the poor creature unconscious and took it with them when they ran off. He's big enough that I suppose we could find him if we needed too." The vampire said. Rahkesh shook his head. Enireth had to be freed. He had no idea how he would manage it, but he was going to set that dragon free of the Inca.
"Telepathy?" Nicodemus asked after a few minutes of silence.
"I've been practicing sensing when the vampires are using telepathy, following their mental powers. I just opened my mind and let anything that came by get through." Rahkesh said. He didn't really want to discuss how he'd done it. He wasn't so sure how it had happened himself.
"You realize you've done two things that are supposed to be impossible in one day?" Daray asked, now appearing very amused. "I can't wait to tell some of our teachers at Akren about this." Rahkesh whimpered.
"Please don't."
"You know it is unavoidable. Oh will that be an interesting conversation." The vampire thought about that for a few moments.
"Yeah I bet." Rahkesh muttered.
"You realize that Namach is going to go completely apeshit on all of us if this affects your bloodmagic any." Daray finally said.
Rahkesh groaned, he hadn't even thought of that yet. If this messed up his bloodmagic, or somehow stopped him from being able to do more of it. He'd never get to learn soul magic or necromancy. Of course Namach would throw such a fit that it wouldn't matter because he'd be dead anyway.
"Aw crap." He muttered, Daray began to snigger. "Not funny. I am so dead." The vampire was now laughing. "There is nothing to be amused about."
"Just imagining the expression on Namach's face when he founds out that one of the most promising students he's ever had went and drank dragon blood." Daray said, he was still laughing. If Rahkesh hadn't felt like death-warmed over he would have thrown something at him. He was sooo dead. He tried to stretch and felt pain all down one arm and one leg.
"You've got some injuries. We haven't tried healing spell yet because of the dragon blood." Nic told him. Rahkesh glanced at his leg and saw that he'd managed to scrape off a good portion of the skin on his lower leg against the wall of the cave. Nic finished mixing something in a bowl and Daray conjured a few cloths. The vampire looked at the amount of blood on Rahkesh and cast a charm on his nose to stop his sense of smell. Being able to see blood but not smell it would help to keep him sane while they worked. Rahkesh knew from his studies that it was the scent of blood more than the sight of it that set vampires off. Realizing that they were going to try to get the dirt and bits of stone out Rahkesh lay still and tried hard not to move.
Unfortunately his shields had come to late to keep the skin from blistering during the heat produced by the fire battle. Between the burns and the scrapes he nearly screamed when Nic began to rub the potion into his injuries. Daray held his leg still while Nic worked, Rahkesh's fingernails dug into his palms so deep they nearly drew blood. Finishing with the leg the two moved to his shoulder.
"You've got pieces of rock imbedded in your shoulder." Nic told him. Rahkesh couldn't feel that very much, actually he was going a bit numb. And the extreme exhaustion from earlier was starting to return.
"Just remove them." He said. Daray held the shoulder still while Nic began to work at the rocks. When the first piece finally came free Rahkesh nearly bit through his lip, tasting the tang of blood. He felt that. Nic tossed the rock aside and Rahkesh was shocked at the size, how had he managed to get that into his shoulder? He didn't remember that.
"I don't know what kind of seizure you had before we got here, but it must have been pretty amazing." Nic commented and he used his knife to dig out another pebble. Rahkesh closed his eyes and tried not to scream.
Once all the bits of stone and the dirt were removed Daray backed off to the far side of the cave, as far away from all the blood as he could stay. Nic washed the wound clean a second time and bandaged it. Rahkesh thought about the anti-pain potions in the trunk in his earring, but he didn't know if they'd mix well with dragon blood. Feeling the exhaustion growing more pronounced Rahkesh closed his eyes and relaxed. He'd worry about whatever changes the dragon blood may have caused later.
"He's asleep." Nic said a few moments later. "Perhaps we should wait to go back to the city until tomorrow. There's a good chance that the Inca will start a night attack." Daray nodded in agreement.
"I'm going hunting. I'll take the first watch, you can sleep." He told Nic. Nicodemus nodded and Daray conjured up some blankets and the two wrapped Sharahak and Rahkesh up in them. Nic lay down by the fire and the vampire went out to see if any of the animals had returned from where Rahkesh's unearthly screams had sent them fleeing to.
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Rahkesh woke before dawn. Not sure what had caused him to wake so abruptly he stayed still, listening. The fire was still going, the orange glow flickering around the tiny cave creating twisting ethereal shadows across the walls. He was wrapped in several blankets and he could tell without checking that someone had spelled the blood and vomit off him. The rain had stopped, but with the boulder sealing the entrance he couldn't see the night sky to tell what time it was. Rahkesh slowly began a check to see if he had suffered any permanent damage. Moving first his toes then feet then ankles. Everything seemed fine and in fairly good condition, considering what he'd put himself through. The headache was gone and his throat didn't hurt so much. He raised a hand to his neck and felt that the wounds on his throat were really fully closed. He sat up and turned to see who else was awake.
Sharahak was sleep, his breathing had changed from the coma-like stillness he'd had earlier to an actual sleep instead. The wounds were gone.
Daray was repairing on of his arm guards. Nic was sitting on his right adding a potion to a bowl.
"How long till dawn?" Rahkesh asked softly.
"Three hours." Nic replied, "how do you feel?"
"Better than I did." Rahkesh said, taking the cup Nic handed him. "What's in this?"
"Basic healing herbs. Juices from crushed Uxen leaves. And a few minor healing charms Daray put on it." Nic told him. Rahkesh drank it quickly, feeling the healing charms spread throughout his body.
Sharahak moaned, then began to wake. The vampire was remarkably stable as he sat up and looked around.
"Okay. Someone tell me what happened." He said.
"What do you remember?" Rahkesh asked. Sharahak thought about that.
"Being attacked by a dragon. It's claws got me didn't they?" Rahkesh nodded.
"Yes. You nearly died." He said. Sharahak paused and thought. Then he shook his head.
"No I should have died. What happened?" The other two looked at Rahkesh, who shrugged and filled the vampire in. Sharahak listened in silence until he was finished. The older vampire looked thoughtful, as if he was trying to remember something.
"Dragons blood is very powerful. Much more powerful than most people realize. It's effects are not well known, but I recall an island people I met once when my ship sank at sea. They used dragon blood in healing rituals. I remember its powers well." The vampire said. "Thank you Rahkesh." Rahkesh grinned.
"You're welcome. How do you feel?"
"Really, really good actually. Like I was never injured." Sharahak said, sounding rather amazed at himself. Rahkesh laughed.
"Just how I feel. Powerful stuff indeed!" He said, and then winced as his movement sent sparks of pain through his shoulder. "What is that?"
"You opened it again." Nic said, Rahkesh began to feel blood running down his back from his shoulder. Nic picked up a wet cloth from a bowl of water and began wiping the blood off. "You ripped the skin off your shoulder at some point."
"Healing spells?" Rahkesh asked Daray, the vampire shrugged.
"We weren't sure if it would be harmful, with the dragon's blood. We can try now that you're awake." Rahkesh leaned forwards and waited while Nic cleaned out the wound again and Daray began a healing spell. For a moment nothing happened, and Rahkesh could feel the spell flowing off him. Then he realized that it might be him holding it back and he relaxed, urging the magic to work. There was a flash of what felt like static across the wound, and the pain was gone.
"Wow. That was different." Nic said, "it's completely healed."
"I think I was stopping it accidentally." Rahkesh said, wondering if he could do that again to stop any spell. Unlikely but worth a try. When he was back in his own time with capable healers and people who knew more about dragon blood than he did.
"You're really feeling okay?" He asked Sharahak again. The vampire nodded. "Well enough to fight?"
"Why do you ask?" Sharahak asked, "I'm feeling fine, like I have too much energy actually."
"The Inca are going to attack soon." Rahkesh explained.
"Probably." Daray agreed. "Just before dawn is such an overused time to attack that you can almost expect it."
"And we're already out here. They think everyone is at the city. We're hidden out here, possibly behind their lines already." Rahkesh pointed out.
"If they've returned. You scared them pretty badly. Heck you scared us with those screams." Nic said. "We should wait until we're sure they've returned." They sat in silence for another hour. Watching the fire burn. Rahkesh began trying cleaning charms on the stains on his shirt. Towards dawn they began to here distant drums.
"Those aren't the drums we use." Nic said unnecessarily. These drums were pounding in a fierce rhythm that had nothing to do with sending messages. Slowly a chant began to start up, the Inca were close by.
"They're not moving, they're just staying in one spot." Daray said as they listened. The sounds didn't move, whatever the Inca were doing it wasn't anything to do with an attack. Rahkesh made sure he had everything with him, his backpack was lost but fortunately nothing in it was irreplaceable.
"I'd like to go see." Rahkesh said. When they both started to protest he stopped them, "I'm not sick or injured. And if the dragon's blood has affected my magic I can't feel it. I'm just fine. Actually I feel better than fine."
"Can you still go invisible?" Daray asked. Rahkesh did so. "Sharahak?"
"Like I said, better than fine." Sharahak responded. "Like I was never injured, better than I've felt in years." Daray looked at Nic. Nic nodded and threw dirt on the fire and then stomped it until it went out. Daray removed the boulder and the four went quickly to another hiding spot built into the lower branches of a very leafy tree.
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"There're the guards, by the trees." Nicodemus said softly, pointing. Daray and Rahkesh, both invisible crept forwards, trying not to move the dangling vines and leafy plants in any way that would give away their presence. Rahkesh doubted that the Inca had ever encountered anything invisible before, but it would be better if they noticed nothing unusual.
"Six total. Start with the two on the left?" Rahkesh asked.
"Yes." Daray replied. It was very weird not being able to see the vampire, Rahkesh had to rely on his growing mind magics to tell him where Daray was. Knowing this the vampire was sending out a wave of telepathy that told Rahkesh his exact location. It was almost as if he could see the vampire with his mind. He wasn't signed up for telepathy classes, he'd planned on starting next year, but if his progress continued at this rate it seemed like he might end up being so far ahead that he wouldn't need the classes at all. Except for the Occlumency and the Legilimency class.
The guards were standing in twos in a wide semi circle around the Inca camp. They were alert, looking straight ahead, but they were not moving, so if two went missing the others wouldn't notice. A critical error, had they been walking around then it would have been much more difficult. Not wanting to leave live enemies behind them they killed the first two. Knives sunk between two vertebrae severing their spines, paralyzing them, and causing a silent death that went unnoticed by the other guards.
The next four guards were killed in the same fashion, then Daray sent out a wave of telepathy to Sharahak. The older vampire and Nic joined them to help moved the bodies so that they were leaning against trees and looking vaguely alive.
"Can you understand their language?" Rahkesh asked Nic and Sharahak. Sharahak nodded but Nic shook his head.
"They don't usually teach anyone that, except for the Xuelhuala warriors, we've never had much contact with the Inca so we don't need to know it." Nic explained.
"It isn't that different, you can probably figure out what most of the words mean." Sharahak said, "I think they probably originate din the same area, with the same original language. Long ago of course."
The four crept forward, moving very slowly. It was still not entirely light and beneath the forest canopy it was still very dark. There were fires ahead of them and drums and chanting. Not all of the Inca army was present, indeed there seemed to be no more than thirty people in the rings of fires. Far behind the first circle of fires, deep in the forest, they caught sight of other fire. The group with the drums must be the vanguard, with the rest of their army spread out across the forest behind them. Nic picked out a hidden trail and led them around the fires to a better viewpoint.
There was a circle of fire, plumes of smoke rose high into the air. The glow from the fire lit up the dark undergrowth of the forest, making everything orange and red. There were people lying naked on the ground in a circle outside the flames. They lay head to toe in a vast circle. Looking at them Rahkesh could see that they were tied together that way, and that they each had massive gashes on their bodies. Blood was running from them into the circular pit that contained the fire.
Inside the circle of flames was a massive block of solid gold. It was carved with strange creatures. Beasts that looked vaguely human, with massive bat-like wings. Carved into the sides of the gold block their faces snarled and their eyes, set with rubies, flickered in the flames.
"An altar." Daray said, "some sort of ritual sacrifice?" Rahkesh shrugged. Beside him Nic turned and went back a few paces to the base of a massive tree. The other three turned to watch as Nicodemus pulled sharply on one vine, and then yanked simultaneously on two others. Immediately a ladder made from vines fell down. Nic climbed up and beckoned them to follow.
Up about twenty feet was a wide flat branch big enough and sturdy enough for all of them to sit on. They crawled out to the end of the branch to look at what was going on below.
There were twelve people pounding on the drums while other people, who seemed to be dressed in god, colored cloth, and red and black tattoos, knelt chanting just beyond the people lying tied together around the fire. From up here they could see that the altar, since that was what it seemed to be, was hollow and was filled with a dark liquid. The two vampires sniffed the air.
"Blood. It is filled with blood." Daray said. "What is this?" None of them got a chance to answer. At that moment the people dressed in gold and colored cloth with red and black tattoos came out of the edges of the forest and went to stand beside the people lying on the ground, one to each of them. They each drew a knife and simultaneously plunged them into the chests of the people on the ground. The four in the tree flinched at the screams as the tattooed people cut out the hearts of those on the ground.
Lifting the hearts above their heads the tattooed people chanted some verse in their language several times. Then they stood and went into the center of the circle where they dumped the hearts into the blood filled altar.
The blood began to glow a brilliant red. Then it began to boil. Screams and roars issued from the boiling glowing blood. The tattooed people knelt around the altar, and Rahkesh could have sworn they were shaking in fear.
"I can smell them. They're terrified." Daray said softly. As the blood began to glow brighter and the boils became so violent that it splashed out of the alter the drums came to a halt. Beside them Sharahak suddenly gasped.
"I know what this is." He said. "They're summoning demons."
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Oooh. Demons. Hehehehe. I said I'd be original right? Sorry if this was a little short, I don't have much time.
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I have to go away for a few weeks. Details are on my page. I'll post again as soon as possible.
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