Ars Conjunctiæ
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 8364
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An eerie hiss sounded as the docking mechanism extended, coupling with the
bay of the moonbase on Phobos. Grand Warlock Ygorl, Master of the Fifth
Circle shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Now more than ever,
his association with the the cult known as the Yith'Cha made him feel
exposed, vulnerable. If someone discovered his intentions before he
activated the code, then he would be put to death. Could he trust this
mythic being, the object of a prophesy older than his grandsire? Still, if the prophesy were true, he would make it to his destination safely. What's more, it was too late to go back now... A cloud of dust blew along the edge of the Military compound on Terra Prime. Several soldiers coughed as it passed through their ranks innocuously enough. Slowly it moved towards a patch of scorched earth in the middle of the camp. One soldier woke from dozing to see, ever so subtly, the dust resolve itself into the crude shape of a man. He alerted his fellows, and they brought arms against him, bringing their guns to bear upon this strange figure. The man made of dust made a motion as if to rebuke them, and suddenly they were all knocked back. Then, barely audible, the figure choked out a few hoarse words. "Not...yet..." Two guards crossed energy spears, barring Ygorl entry. "Your security clearance for this checkpoint is insufficient, sir" "I'm afraid that just isn't so under these circumstances. I am commandeering this station under clause #40993.7" "Sir, I'm sure last I checked you didn't have the codes for that!" "There's been a...promotion of sorts. Now, I'm telling you to punch in code XQ862. Are you about to disobey me?" One guard punched in the code, checking it against the security mainframe. His eyes widened in shock. "N-no...High Lord of the Southern Cross..." Ygorl passed through the doorways, and the guards whispered amongst themselves, afraid, but only after the doors had closed again. "Is High Lord even a rank?" "It is, but there hasn't been one since...since before the Emperor's proclamation of Godhead..." The Dust Mage waited, feeling the eldritch currents for the proper time. He was at the conjunction of the ley lines where one of the Crystallics had been destroyed, but the time was not yet right. The first shard was the most difficult to condense, and it required the energies to be in a very specific alignment. The man-thing craned his head towards the starlit sky, as if watching for something. Then, wordlessly, he nodded, and cupped his hands. A glow started to pool within them, but dark, like blackish quicksilver, and rippling phrenetically. A cracking noise was heard, and the odd substance rapidly solidified, becoming a crystalline shard. Those closest at that time could almost discern a smile upon the Dust Mage's ill-formed face as both he and the shard sunk into the ground... Ygorl exhaled sharply as the beacon went out to the homeworld. He had completed his task, and power would be awarded him. Still, he had to wonder what other consequences his actions would have...
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