Who: Flagg and Julian What: Resurrecting a Shadow Man Where: Flagg's penthouse When: Dusk Rating: TBD Status: thread ; incomplete
The Stave of Life. What a fantastic idea. Flagg was going to have to thank that girl for bringing it up.
It had taken time, and a lot of effort, but now the Stave was nestled safely in Flagg's hands. The first of the runes etched into the Stave had been burned away, scoring the wood black. The old man had been altogether unreasonable in not surrendering the Stave immediately. He also hadn't expected Flagg to be prepared with the counters to each of them. A bracelet, etched with corresponding runes of the Norse people. The copper band had been worth every penny, and every incantation.
After Uruz had been dispatched, the others had had attempted a bit of a show. Kenaz had attempted to control the fire, but Flagg had already planned this. Kenaz threw fire, Isa threw ice, and when they were caught in one another's crossfire, two more runes of the Stave had been seared away. Raidho tried to flee. The fool. After Flagg's axe felled Thurisaz, it evicerated the last two carvings on the Stave.
And then there were none.
Sitting on the balcony now, looking over the city, Flagg spun the Stave around his hand. As he did, his fingers brushed along a section that had been sliced away, but not by him. He muttered a few words, and a ball of light flickered into existence over his left shoulder. Interesting. There had been a carving here, but it had been cut away. Nearly completely. The edge of the magician's thumbnail could trace out one angled edge.
Flagg smirked. He drew the knife he'd prepared from his boot, and spoke a word, running his finger across the edge of the blade. Blood welled, and the blade began to glow red with heat. He pressed the tip of the blade into the wood, muttering an incantation as he went. One, two, three, four impressions into the wood, smoking as they were seared in. Four lines, to form the shape of an hourglass lying on its side. Dagaz.