[Crackplot] Let there be light
It has been a time since the Mansion experienced any type of trouble. By the Dark Lord's account, the Crafty Vala's, far too long. From the void where He is confined, He observes, awaits an opportunity. His armies may be amassing, or not, He is not ready for an onslaught just yet.
Trouble, however, is something Melkor never turns his back on.
And so the opportunity comes one rainy dusk. The dark one he has been keeping tabs on is warming his drink. He sits in a corner beside an empty fireplace in the main hall, a hand cupped beneath a bottle of blood-wine on a metal tripod, his palm containing a tongue of fire which he had summoned, drawing on his own dark power. The tongue of light licks about the bottom of the thick-walled flask, warming it before the dark one pours out a measure into an awaiting crystal goblet.
The magic is potent, different, dark. With his mind, Melkor reaches, thread by thread.
Twisting, turning.
The light produced by the Demon-Dead's power doubles, triples, quadruples, decuples, until it blinds him, spreading through the Mansion.
Light is not what Melkor likes, but he knows even they need to rest. He will twist it as much as he can, for as long as he can. He wishes to distract the guardians, trouble them, make them believe, perhaps, that something other is afoot.
In the surrounding woods, the old man - he who Melkor calls the Istari, though he is not - this old fool awakes as the light spreads to the woods, forcing Draugluin and his pack to retire to darker abodes - a moment of rest, simply.
The muttering may not be audible to Melkor, but he knows action is being undertaken to clear this blinding light, or at least reduce it so that it may be handled properly. Cursing Eru Illuvatar himself, the vala doubles his efforts, and the invasive light pulses as the night wears on.
[[OOC: The crackplot is intended to last only 24 hours ingame, effectively ending on a sunset that leads into normal night. Potential side-effects are up to the typists, but could be: panic, insomnia, sunburn (of various intensities depending on sensitivities), temporary or permanent blindness, etc. Those with paranormal abilities will sense something is afoot, particularly by the pulsing mode of the Night Light. I am assuming that like Merlin, others are also fighting it however they can, and that their combined efforts are the reason this eventually fails. Morgoth will not be available for interaction. Written with matrixrefugee.]]]
Trouble, however, is something Melkor never turns his back on.
And so the opportunity comes one rainy dusk. The dark one he has been keeping tabs on is warming his drink. He sits in a corner beside an empty fireplace in the main hall, a hand cupped beneath a bottle of blood-wine on a metal tripod, his palm containing a tongue of fire which he had summoned, drawing on his own dark power. The tongue of light licks about the bottom of the thick-walled flask, warming it before the dark one pours out a measure into an awaiting crystal goblet.
The magic is potent, different, dark. With his mind, Melkor reaches, thread by thread.
Twisting, turning.
The light produced by the Demon-Dead's power doubles, triples, quadruples, decuples, until it blinds him, spreading through the Mansion.
Light is not what Melkor likes, but he knows even they need to rest. He will twist it as much as he can, for as long as he can. He wishes to distract the guardians, trouble them, make them believe, perhaps, that something other is afoot.
In the surrounding woods, the old man - he who Melkor calls the Istari, though he is not - this old fool awakes as the light spreads to the woods, forcing Draugluin and his pack to retire to darker abodes - a moment of rest, simply.
The muttering may not be audible to Melkor, but he knows action is being undertaken to clear this blinding light, or at least reduce it so that it may be handled properly. Cursing Eru Illuvatar himself, the vala doubles his efforts, and the invasive light pulses as the night wears on.
[[OOC: The crackplot is intended to last only 24 hours ingame, effectively ending on a sunset that leads into normal night. Potential side-effects are up to the typists, but could be: panic, insomnia, sunburn (of various intensities depending on sensitivities), temporary or permanent blindness, etc. Those with paranormal abilities will sense something is afoot, particularly by the pulsing mode of the Night Light. I am assuming that like Merlin, others are also fighting it however they can, and that their combined efforts are the reason this eventually fails. Morgoth will not be available for interaction. Written with matrixrefugee.]]]