Circular Gallifreyan Romane & Geschichten

Fallon asks. Azazel points to the documents on the table. “We found several other scrolls that mention the word Pestifer Mundi again. This time it’s in Gaelic.” Aon uair ‘s gu bheil anam Gemini a’ bàsachadh. Bidh sgriosadair an t-saoghail ag èirigh agus thèid daonnachd a chall air eagal ‘s gun dèan daonnachd ìobairt.

“ I feel like I have seen a couple of these from my history class. . like some alphabet used by old tribes.” “Angelique. .” She heard that enchanting female voice again. She looked around to see where the voice is coming from and noticed a particular slab of concrete that seems to glow. Cautiously, she went closer and noticed it has an engraving of a flower. It has six pointy petals and a circular center. “These are daffodils.” With her curiosity getting the best of her, Angelique reached her hand to touch the carving. And the world went black. -+-

"What is it?" Elowen whispered almost reverently. "The Circle of Keepers." The words meant nothing. Yet somehow... they felt familiar. The child pulsed softly beneath Eleanor's ribs. Warm. Interested. The roots surrounding the doorway brightened. The symbol glowed silver. Then— the doors opened. The Council Hall wasn't a throne room. It wasn't a courtroom. It wasn't anything Eleanor expected. It was... round. Massive. Beautiful. An enormous circular chamber stretched before them beneath a domed ceiling depicting constellations unlike any Eleanor recognized.

She mumbled. He lets her go, dramatically, backing away as if he was bitten by a snake. Gone was his menacing look: his face contorted into an offended expression yet comical to her eyes. "Whoa, hold up! I ain't a devil. I am Gallus, a Fae! And if you might ask, that symbol signifies our sacred agreement which neither of us has liberties of breaking. The round shape entails that we are bound to meet the conditions NO MATTER WHAT." He overemphasized.

she asked and watched Harry disappear into the room. Hannah looked at Philip and passed the baton of speaking to him. She always ran from situations like this, she was very bad at it. "You have a letter" Philip said. "Me? A letter?" Gwenevere walked closer and saw a white envelope lying on the tall dining table. She picked it up and looked at both her parents, wondering why they were silent. She opened the envelope and brought out a smaller paper from within.

I wrapped my hand around my sleeve, picked up the scroll, and shook it loose. At the top, in an archaic script, was the name Rumpel Kracknuts. Beneath it was a diagram of symbols I didn’t recognize, but they formed a ritual circle. “Griff.” I turned the parchment toward him. “Does this make any sense to you?” He leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “Ogham symbols of a Celtic variety, combined with Gaelic letters to form an Enochian invocation. It’s a faerie summoning.”

“Wait… Did you hear anything specific? A word, a phrase?” I nodded. “Gilly mumbled something before this all began. “Priori incantatem.” It didn’t make sense at first, but now…” Rachel’s eyes lit up with recognition. She grabbed her satchel, pulling out one of the ancient books she always carried. Her fingers flew across the pages, searching until she froze.

Ban: So… Lord Drago: I was really trying to keep this a secret but… Come Forth! Spier! (Night sky) A crack in space just besides Lord Drago appears and as that pitch black crack widens, a creepy hand holds the edge of the crack space and a figure creepily appears out of the crack space. A shadowy figure that sent chills to my spine but somehow I kept my cool. It was tall and had wings that were incredibly torn and scary. It grew horns and had long hair. Its figure seems to be that of a woman but that creepiness is insane. If I had to really compare it. I’d say it's similar to a forest fairy you see in movies that got bitten by a zombie and a vampire at the same time and now it's a Fairy Zomb

The scent grew thicker with every step, a cloying, sugary perfume that reminded me of funeral wreaths left to decay in the summer sun. The narrow bone tunnel broke open into a massive, circular chamber that looked like an inverted cathedral carved directly from the living bedrock. The vast perimeter was lined with heavy stone sarcophagi, each one deeply engraved with the double crescent of my family’s true, forgotten lineage. At the exact center of the floor lay a vast, circular pool of black water, its surface so perfectly still it resembled a sheet of solid obsidian.