Eternal
The whole point of this is to free the shadows from the lie. They’ll be pissed at first and there will probably be violence, but you see this will be for the best in the long run.
You get up and gather the books you’ve been studying and go over one more time this ritual you have planned. You don’t even know if it’ll even work, but you’re fairly certain you haven’t gotten any of the magic words or signs wrong.
You send a general announcement out that after all assassination missions have been completed, no more are to be given and that all shadows are to remain at the temple until the Ritual of Ascension is to be completed. (Which is what you’ve called it, because you’re practically performing the same thing just with some of your own alterations)
Many of the shadows immediately cheer at the news, others aren’t entirely sure what you’re talking about which isn’t surprising since the Ascension Ritual isn’t common knowledge to the newer shadows. Still when you explain it, they all seem excited about the plan.
When the time comes you stand outside the temple in front of the several hundred shadows with their heads down in prayer. From the ones nearly as old as you to the ones that are barely out of the crib, all shadows are lending their own energy to your own in the effort of pulling off this historical moment.
Talia stands by your side as always. You look at her and wonder if you would’ve even come this far if you hadn’t fallen in love with her. Lately you’ve been a bit distant with her, but you promise that’ll change when this is all over.
“We are shadows! We have endured for centuries no matter what the struggles. From before the Empire and through it, and after it’s inevitable demise. We will continue to thrive in the years to come. We feel we are ready for this power. I feel we are ready. This is the destiny of the shadows!” you say and then begin the incantations.
Most of your people recite what you say in unison while others stand at the far ends and chant supporting verses, which are essential to the ritual. Talia is also chanting yet another portion of it while making gestures with her hands to begin the first part of opening up the portal to Dendrin’s realm. This part is almost like the initiation ritual, but of course much more complex and involved.
A large portal opens up above all of you and even with the sky already in perpetual darkness; it seems to get even darker. There is no wind or lightning or anything that most would connect with such a grand attempt altering reality. Instead, it just gets very dark and you start to feel a tingling numbness.
You begin to see some of the shadows fall to the ground. You don’t know if they’ve died or just fainted. None of them are deterred though; they all continue to perform their parts for as long as they are able. This is like one of your personal encounters with Dendrin when you’ve slept, but instead everyone is experiencing it in the real world. You begin to feel all five of your senses becoming non-existent and the numbness is close to complete at this point.
Eventually you can’t even see most of the shadows in front of you and you can hardly hear them anymore. Still you know you’re on the right path, the blackness is engulfing everything. You briefly look over at Talia who is barely visible now. She continues to chant like a true believer that she’s always been.
A few minutes pass and you soon can’t hear anything except your own voice now and even that is very faint, though you can’t be sure it’s due to losing your hearing or your voice. Probably both. You look over one more time at Talia who you see start to teeter from exhaustion. You see her look over at you as well before you lose sight of her completely to the blackness.
You continue to silently chant while your mind fights the fatigue you’re experiencing. It feels like you’ve been doing this forever, but you have to finish. You wonder what’s happening to everyone else. You wonder if they’re still alive. You wonder if Talia is still alive.
“Decided to go through with it after all eh? I thought you might.” you hear inside your head. It’s Dendrin, you can’t talk to him though, you need to focus since you’re going into the part of the ritual that you’ve created yourself with other non-shadow incantations.
“Eternal, are you sure this is even going to work? Perhaps you should stop before you continue any further.”
And now you know that you’ve made the right decision. He’s trying to talk you out it.
“Eternal, are you sure this is what you want?”
Of course it is. This is what will be for the best for the shadows. You’ve been their true master for over decades now. They would’ve ultimately been destroyed without you. When you’re gone the shadows will fall prey to something else, whether it be from external forces or internal ones. Dendrin doesn’t give a shit about them despite his fondness for you. By doing this, they’ll always be strong and independent of him whether they know it or not.
You begin the finishing lines of the ritual.
“Very well, I can see you have made your decision.”
With those last words you succumb to absolute numbness and pass out.
Hours later you awaken to Talia’s face staring at you along with several other shadows.
“Thank Dendrin, he’s still alive.” You hear Gannon say.
“My love are you all right?” Talia asks.
Yes. Yes I’m fine, just a little disorientated. How is everything else? Did it work?”
“Well I suppose so. I mean we all feel a little different now. Some have expressed an increase in magical abilities. What exactly was the ritual supposed to do?” Talia asks.
“It was to make us more powerful and our shadow magic stronger.” You say.
“You mean like make our link stronger to Dendrin?”
“More like the opposite.”
“What do you mean?”
As you attempt to explain what you did and why you did it the reactions are varied but most are not positive. Some of them are in such a state of shock they don’t know what to think. Others are angry to the point of saying you have damned them all in the eyes of Dendrin. Others are angrier that you were lying to them this whole time. Faith is a powerful thing and when you directly challenge it like you’ve just done, it tends to result in bad things.
Talia herself can’t even look at you, she leaves your side as an angry mob of shadows begins to close in on you. You tell them all to back off before you’re forced to destroy them, then you call them a bunch of ingrates that should be thankful for what you’ve done. This goes over about as well as can be expected.
You end up vaporizing several shadows to ash and wounding many severely before you’re eventually mobbed and restrained. They don’t even give you the dignity of stabbing you to death, one of the shadows smashes your head with a rock and you crumple to the ground feeling the countless kicks and punches to your body. Eventually you’re beaten to a bloody pulp, but the shadows continue to torment your body in death by ripping it apart and throwing it to the Sul Monkeys.
The order of the shadows doesn’t survive too much longer after your gruesome death. Most shadows are unable to come to grips with reality and commit suicide. The more cynical ones simply walk away and pursue new lives as independent “shadow wizards.”
Some of the more fanatical ones descend into outright insanity and continue to worship Dendrin and commit increasingly bizarre and bloody acts in order to “regain his favor”. Talia ends up leading a group like this for a while before she finally loses it completely and kills herself.
As for Dendrin he sticks around to watch the final death throes of the religion he once posed as a god for, and when it’s finally over he moves on to new and more entertaining things.
You get up and gather the books you’ve been studying and go over one more time this ritual you have planned. You don’t even know if it’ll even work, but you’re fairly certain you haven’t gotten any of the magic words or signs wrong.
You send a general announcement out that after all assassination missions have been completed, no more are to be given and that all shadows are to remain at the temple until the Ritual of Ascension is to be completed. (Which is what you’ve called it, because you’re practically performing the same thing just with some of your own alterations)
Many of the shadows immediately cheer at the news, others aren’t entirely sure what you’re talking about which isn’t surprising since the Ascension Ritual isn’t common knowledge to the newer shadows. Still when you explain it, they all seem excited about the plan.
When the time comes you stand outside the temple in front of the several hundred shadows with their heads down in prayer. From the ones nearly as old as you to the ones that are barely out of the crib, all shadows are lending their own energy to your own in the effort of pulling off this historical moment.
Talia stands by your side as always. You look at her and wonder if you would’ve even come this far if you hadn’t fallen in love with her. Lately you’ve been a bit distant with her, but you promise that’ll change when this is all over.
“We are shadows! We have endured for centuries no matter what the struggles. From before the Empire and through it, and after it’s inevitable demise. We will continue to thrive in the years to come. We feel we are ready for this power. I feel we are ready. This is the destiny of the shadows!” you say and then begin the incantations.
Most of your people recite what you say in unison while others stand at the far ends and chant supporting verses, which are essential to the ritual. Talia is also chanting yet another portion of it while making gestures with her hands to begin the first part of opening up the portal to Dendrin’s realm. This part is almost like the initiation ritual, but of course much more complex and involved.
A large portal opens up above all of you and even with the sky already in perpetual darkness; it seems to get even darker. There is no wind or lightning or anything that most would connect with such a grand attempt altering reality. Instead, it just gets very dark and you start to feel a tingling numbness.
You begin to see some of the shadows fall to the ground. You don’t know if they’ve died or just fainted. None of them are deterred though; they all continue to perform their parts for as long as they are able. This is like one of your personal encounters with Dendrin when you’ve slept, but instead everyone is experiencing it in the real world. You begin to feel all five of your senses becoming non-existent and the numbness is close to complete at this point.
Eventually you can’t even see most of the shadows in front of you and you can hardly hear them anymore. Still you know you’re on the right path, the blackness is engulfing everything. You briefly look over at Talia who is barely visible now. She continues to chant like a true believer that she’s always been.
A few minutes pass and you soon can’t hear anything except your own voice now and even that is very faint, though you can’t be sure it’s due to losing your hearing or your voice. Probably both. You look over one more time at Talia who you see start to teeter from exhaustion. You see her look over at you as well before you lose sight of her completely to the blackness.
You continue to silently chant while your mind fights the fatigue you’re experiencing. It feels like you’ve been doing this forever, but you have to finish. You wonder what’s happening to everyone else. You wonder if they’re still alive. You wonder if Talia is still alive.
“Decided to go through with it after all eh? I thought you might.” you hear inside your head. It’s Dendrin, you can’t talk to him though, you need to focus since you’re going into the part of the ritual that you’ve created yourself with other non-shadow incantations.
“Eternal, are you sure this is even going to work? Perhaps you should stop before you continue any further.”
And now you know that you’ve made the right decision. He’s trying to talk you out it.
“Eternal, are you sure this is what you want?”
Of course it is. This is what will be for the best for the shadows. You’ve been their true master for over decades now. They would’ve ultimately been destroyed without you. When you’re gone the shadows will fall prey to something else, whether it be from external forces or internal ones. Dendrin doesn’t give a shit about them despite his fondness for you. By doing this, they’ll always be strong and independent of him whether they know it or not.
You begin the finishing lines of the ritual.
“Very well, I can see you have made your decision.”
With those last words you succumb to absolute numbness and pass out.
Hours later you awaken to Talia’s face staring at you along with several other shadows.
“Thank Dendrin, he’s still alive.” You hear Gannon say.
“My love are you all right?” Talia asks.
Yes. Yes I’m fine, just a little disorientated. How is everything else? Did it work?”
“Well I suppose so. I mean we all feel a little different now. Some have expressed an increase in magical abilities. What exactly was the ritual supposed to do?” Talia asks.
“It was to make us more powerful and our shadow magic stronger.” You say.
“You mean like make our link stronger to Dendrin?”
“More like the opposite.”
“What do you mean?”
As you attempt to explain what you did and why you did it the reactions are varied but most are not positive. Some of them are in such a state of shock they don’t know what to think. Others are angry to the point of saying you have damned them all in the eyes of Dendrin. Others are angrier that you were lying to them this whole time. Faith is a powerful thing and when you directly challenge it like you’ve just done, it tends to result in bad things.
Talia herself can’t even look at you, she leaves your side as an angry mob of shadows begins to close in on you. You tell them all to back off before you’re forced to destroy them, then you call them a bunch of ingrates that should be thankful for what you’ve done. This goes over about as well as can be expected.
You end up vaporizing several shadows to ash and wounding many severely before you’re eventually mobbed and restrained. They don’t even give you the dignity of stabbing you to death, one of the shadows smashes your head with a rock and you crumple to the ground feeling the countless kicks and punches to your body. Eventually you’re beaten to a bloody pulp, but the shadows continue to torment your body in death by ripping it apart and throwing it to the Sul Monkeys.
The order of the shadows doesn’t survive too much longer after your gruesome death. Most shadows are unable to come to grips with reality and commit suicide. The more cynical ones simply walk away and pursue new lives as independent “shadow wizards.”
Some of the more fanatical ones descend into outright insanity and continue to worship Dendrin and commit increasingly bizarre and bloody acts in order to “regain his favor”. Talia ends up leading a group like this for a while before she finally loses it completely and kills herself.
As for Dendrin he sticks around to watch the final death throes of the religion he once posed as a god for, and when it’s finally over he moves on to new and more entertaining things.
