>>5845816It wasn’t merely the planes which were blending, nor only you which was thus enmeshed with the surrounding reality. What was happening at first to you soon happened also to those whom you eld in the dance.
Izirina was the first to take up the song, stutteringly at first, and nervously in spite of her deceit and bravado. She was no native elven-speaker, after all… But she WAS a brilliant mage, adept in the arcane tongue of spellcraft and a polyglot fluent in a half-dozen Southern and Eastern dialects besides.
Costella… Well, Costella didn’t cry, which was impressive. There was only so much you could expect from a laywoman like her.
Your energies slipped further from your core, out to your extremities, as anatomy lost meaning and the concept of ‘you’—of Ezreal ‘Tips’ Van Houtzmann—became a uniform metamaterial. Where your hands clasped Izirina’s and Costellas, ‘you’ and ‘they’ became ‘we’… And as on consciousness slipped into the next, one soul enmeshed with another, the need for language faded. All became clear.
“I… I understand!” Costella gasped… And after a moment, with surprisingly beauteous voice, she joined the song as well.
“Give birth to me here!
Let me die and be born again, anew, fresh and clean.
Let me live here and now; let this place and time live in me, also.
Let me love, and be loved, embraced as the child in their mother, and be born a true native of this new land, brother to that which lives and sister to that which dies!”
>17 for Feycraft>DC is 15 +1 for every person whom you lead in the dance>Success!Flames flooded into Costella on your right, and she screamed… But it was tehs ceram fo a child doused in cold water, surprise and alarm turning to amusement, and soon to laughter. From her, the warm flowed into you filling you up.
A tempted swirled with Izirina—always had, but now she was one with it. She yelled in triumph, in exultation of this place and of herself, and you couldn’t help but feel your own spirit rise with her as the wind whipped through her and into you. In fire and ice, and wind, and a heat unmatched din all the mortal and material world, you were transformed.
Each of you exploded with the lightning-force at the centre of creation—the divine electricity of the Gods Themselves. A white light filled your vision, an explosive thunderclap drowned out your sound, and that painful, pleasurable, inescapable and undefinable sense of electricity lit up your every nerve with something that you were quite confident nobody else had ever experienced before… or maybe ever would.
And then, there was darkness. A darkness so total, you could swear it was that of Death’s realm…
Until you woke, and the world was never the same again.
[The End… For Now.]
