The Canterbury Tales Summoner の小説・ストーリー

"Isabella, weave your enchantments, cloak us in illusions that shall deceive even the keenest of observers. Alistair, unleash the fury of the elements, let their power surge through our veins and prepare us for the full moon ritual." With a wave of her hand, Isabella summoned a cascade of illusions that enveloped the trio. The chamber transformed, walls shifting and morphing, creating an ever-changing landscape. Their appearances blurred, their forms flickering and dissolving into hazy outlines. Dante's senses were tested as he navigated the shifting illusions. He knew that the ritual required utmost concentration, for any lapse could mean failure and the loss of the precious powers he sough

With it I discovered a spell to summon the king of the crossroads. With the blood of a crow, I drew a wide circle on the ground, marking a boundary. I poured salt into a bowl, staining it with my blood. Next I added into the bowl the crushed skull of crows. All this was required for my summoning spell to work. I began chanting. "Impericus livicúm omnis ímmúndus no spiritus infernaus satanica fer reh nahi…" I chanted in old greek tongue, lighting up a single match stick and dumping it into the bowl.

I explained. “And who are you?” “I am the hired hand of the Order. That is all you need to know.” I stated as I calmly finished my drink. “And what order would that be?” He asked, annoyed, “Thanks to you I lost my supper.” He sighed, staring off into the crowd. "You should know we, after all, have taken out so many of your kin," as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.”

The coat he was wearing was white, so the blood that spewed out of his mouth colored it bright red, tainting it deeply. However, as a host, it was impossible for him to simply allow somebody to batter him. Eithan might have been forced to come down, but even if he could not do anything to the summoner, he instinctively knew the vampire was at least not that strong. 'Agatha said the strong ones need some chanting to be called into this world!'

she asked, and my father gave her the go-ahead. "To Summon Mai'Aljannu, you will need Mai'Karfi. He resides in Rukum. When he comes, he will ask for a ram, a clay pot, a lizard's tail and a vulture's feather for the summoning. The first two you can get, but the tail and feather will be bought in the night market," she concluded and bowed. "Thank you." My father said and nodded, and the guards took her away. BINTA.

Given the history between the two clans, I highly doubted they would obey the 'pact’ I had heard Ellemea speak of. “A penny for your thoughts?” “No, Master.” “Your mind seems troubled. I insist.” “I was just thinking about what the leader of the witches said to me; how she is connected to my parents and how she basically created me. I don’t know how all of that is possible.” He nodded. “I see. Well, like Ellemea had said, desperate humans can sometimes resort to desperate measures. It is really not uncommon for humans to seek the assistance of a supernatural creature. It was in place back in my day and things haven’t changed. The process is called summoning; witches, demons, warlocks, mages,

My uneven breathing suddenly seemed to calm down and my shivering seizes. He musky scent hits me and I couldn't help let loose. Letting out bodies exchange the heat. Helping each other. . . . We stay like that and I was in a deep sleep. When suddenly I feel a gentle touch on my cheek as he says something that made my heart to beat frantically in my chest. "It was always you little one." . . . . . "You are the Summoner of Light."

Nio stood still, waiting for the attack, when several goblin archers on the barricades shouted: "Sunbringer, that's the Sunbringer." The shout spread among the crowd and while some called him by his new nickname, others shouted: "King slayer!" The shamans at the barricades hesitated. That hesitation gave Shieena just enough time to yell: “I am bringing home your brothers and sisters, all of them former prisoners from Canestor. I bring with me the Sunbringer, killer of the dwarf king. You will not use force against us. If you do, he will destroy you with his terrible black magic. He will rain terror and death upon you!”

The seal of the Elders glowed faint silver, and pressed deep into the wax. I stared at it for a long time before I touched it. My wolf stirred under my skin, it was restless, claws scraping. “Open it,” my wolf growled in my head. “See what they want.” I broke the seal. The paper inside was short, it was only a few lines. Lucian, you are summoned to stand before the Council, tonight. My jaw tightened and I could almost hear Elder Helena’s voice behind the words, it was sharp and steady. Summoned? Not invited? Not requested? Just Summoned like a servant.