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Resonant memory lines the material of this armor. Imprinted within the folds of forged protection lies the flayed origin of the Dread. | Resonant memory lines the material of this armor. Imprinted within the folds of forged protection lies the flayed origin of the Dread. | ||
Torches glow green with [[Soulfire]] in the depths of a cavern lined with sleek [[Pyramid]]al material. A gathering of [[Acolyte]]s carves a ritual circle into the dirt as Venme hovers above them in the | Torches glow green with [[Soulfire]] in the depths of a cavern lined with sleek [[Pyramid]]al material. A gathering of [[Acolyte]]s carves a ritual circle into the dirt as Venme hovers above them in the circle's center. | ||
The Wizard knows what is to come, the transformation into a new form. She knows she will be broken down while she is still alive | The Wizard knows what is to come, the transformation into a new form. She knows she will be broken down while she is still alive and reformed as something new. She is not afraid, for to have one's form reshaped into one that better serves and fits the [[Final Shape|Final, Perfect Shape]] is something many like her saw as the truest expression of the [[Sword Logic]]. She had known some of her [[Hidden Swarm|Swarm]] who begged to be [[Taken]] by [[Oryx, the Taken King|Oryx]] and some who offered their minds to [[Xivu Arath, God of War|her own God's]] [[Cryptolith]]s. These "Dread" were no exception. | ||
She had known some of her [[Hidden Swarm|Swarm]] who begged to be [[Taken]] by [[Oryx, the Taken King|Oryx]] and some who offered their minds to [[Xivu Arath, God of War|her own God's]] [[Cryptolith]]s. These "Dread" were no exception | |||
With the circle completed, the Acolytes kneel around it and start to chant, [[Shredder]]s laid flat in the bony palms. Venme raises her arms and spreads her claws, accepting the coming transformation. | With the circle completed, the Acolytes kneel around it and start to chant, [[Shredder]]s laid flat in the bony palms. Venme raises her arms and spreads her claws, accepting the coming transformation. | ||
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Her surroundings crumble away, leaving her suspended in a black void that reaches into infinity. | Her surroundings crumble away, leaving her suspended in a black void that reaches into infinity. | ||
A collection of voices echoes around her. " | A collection of voices echoes around her. "By the First Knife, you shall be carved anew." | ||
Venme flinches as many hands slowly pry her chitin open to make the initial cuts. Scalpals slicked sharp by the Sky slice into her being and mind. | |||
" | "We free you from hunger and childish logics." | ||
In an instant, Venme is cleaved in half. A hand plunges into her being and tears her [[worm]] free, consigned to irrelevance. | |||
She opens her maw to cry out, but the shredded cords do not comply. | |||
Whispered words and Light mold the remaining visera. Roots sew themselves through the gore to keep them together. Chitinous armor crumbles to dust as the newform crystallized. | |||
Before it finishes, the Voice speaks something into the recreated | Before it finishes, the Voice speaks something into the recreated thing―a soul from a race conquered long ago and wiped from memory. The memories crash as many hands meld the mind like clay into a new shape. The new soul has known a link to other minds before it was part of the collective. It shares them with slivers of what was once Venme, and, in turn, they gain arcanic knowledge. | ||
"You, made through the Sky, in service to the deep. Envoke our will." | |||
==Trivia== | ==Trivia== | ||