aug 1, 5063 - The Creation of the Talking Doll

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A Human Warlock, Evanora Femrinis became suspicious as to the reason her Patron wanted certain things done in a certain way. She spent time researching what things she was collecting for her patron. she soon discovered that he wanted he make a portal to his realm. He wanted to come to the material plane. She knew of a place, the Lava Mountain, that would work for such a thing. She knew, however, that she couldn't allow him into the material plane.

She slowly devised her own plan. She looked up some binding rituals, designed to bind the very being into something. She followed all of his words, but also picked up things for a spell she believes will reasonably work. Once she had collected everything , she waited for his final instruction. He was a being of fire, so the only suitable place that was near enough. The idea that he could find a better place Terrified her, she had prepared the ingredients to survive the fires of lava.

She soon got word, and patiently went to the Lava Mountain. She Laid her circle along the rim of the mountain, reversing it to trap Her patron in it. She reminisced on the first time she met her patron.

It was the night She became a Warlock. He came to her in her dreams, promising to give her the Freedom she always craved. In return she would have to collect these things and follow his instructions. The ability to escape her parents and the betrothal was everything to her. She accepted.

Tears streamed down her face. She still loved her parents, and all he would do was destroy the world she lived in now. She looked everywhere for a description that matched his.

Kossuth

He saw Sentient life on the material plane as a disease, wishing to cleanse it. He would destroy the world she so loved in his passion to purify it.

She spoke the words he gave her, and slowly, the magic began to glow. a new heat spread from below and the sound of Laughter rang out.

The Elemental Primordial was here. She quickly chanted the Binding spell that would take many an hour, the Pile of torn cloth at her feet glowing. the sounds stopped in the circle, and she hears the voice she has listened to for more than 3 years call her by his chosen nickname.

"Nora, sweetheart, what could you have possibly done to mess this up?" she opened her eyes and found herself face to face with the person who gave her the magic she had. She stared him in the eye why she continued the ritual.

" I recognize those words, Nora. You have much to learn if you think you can bind me." His hand reaches out to grab her. You will stop this instance, I give you your magic you impudent fool."

He hurled insults for the full hour, around her, the lava of the Mountain flowed down. soon, she felt the spell take hold. she heard on last thing from him.

"you will regret this, you will go to my realm when you die. Ill be seeing you." and his form was sucked into the cloth scraps. She went about stuffing them into a doll, and enchanted it so that it couldn't speak unless someone told it what to say.

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