Post by Isolde Draconlur on Jul 23, 2013 15:12:50 GMT
Just like usual she was burning everything she had to find him, resources, energy, time and magical help. Sitting around a scrying circle that was rather high tech in it's application were five witches that she had captured and forced to do her bidding. Using a small that she found in an old tome she was able to strip away their will and make them her own. It was almost unfortunate that once they played a role in reviving the emperor they would have to die. Standing there with arms crossed over her chest Isolde watched with impatience as she always did. This was her sacred duty, to find him, and for thousands of years she had failed to do so. Others who fled their kingdom told her that he was dead or that it was a waste of time but she knew better.
An hour passed, two hours, three and like usual she was beginning to lose hope that today would be the day that she found him. Out of rage she kicked the table in front of her over, staring at the map in frustration. "Where are you brother..?" she whispered to herself as she turned away to try to clear her mind. Heading towards the elevator, that was when she would be in for the biggest surprise of her life. A loud alarm went off in the room, the scrying screen stopped moving and had settled upon a land mass finally. Rushing over to the screen, Isolde was able to determine that his current location was somewhere in Anaractica before the screen exploded from the sheer power of who it was trying to detect. The room was showered with sparks and smoke as if to herald this glorious moment.
There was a bright grin on her face as the shimmer of six beings came into view. Isolde brought the witches with her to assist in awakening her brother, their power would play a role in raising him. Shouting a few orders, the group would fan out and search for the "Tomb" of the Dragon Emperor. It was even worse now than before - now that she could feel his presence so strongly. It almost hurt her that she could not immediately tell where he was as if she was failing him. Having already done so once she could not stand the idea of doing so again. Even if it was not actually her fault for being lured to another battle she would accept the blame for it all the same.
As she passed a cliff face the oddest thing happened in reaction to her magic. The wall began to glow as if it were forming a door for her and the ground shook. For a moment or two this went on before the doors to what seemed like a fitting tomb were formed. At least they were respectful even of their enemies, Dragon Masters, or else she would redouble her efforts to wipe them out sooner. Summoning the witches to her side, the six of them entered the cavern where they were greeted by the sight of Samael being held in suspended animation. Looking over him for a moment, Isolde was almost overwhelmed by his presence again. So long had she wished for this day to come and now she had no idea how to express exactly what she was feeling in this moment.
Laughter rolled through her body, a laugh so hard that she brought herself to tears almost. She was over joyed to have located him, the hysterical laughing showed that as well as disturbed her minions. "Begin the spell to release him." she commanded, willing her own magic towards them. With their power combined they should have been able to undo the spell that held Samael at bay and free him. The only worry now was the mood he would be in. She knew that he was wrathful as she was too when she was scorned. The first few days of his return might see destruction on a grand scale. She only hoped that he would consider that his enemies awaited a chance to destroy him this time most likely. They would not risk imprisoning him again unless they could get them both.
Once the spell was complete she awaited his awakening. The witches would live for now but only to serve as a target for the rage he would feel upon awakening. That was her gift to him, six fresh targets to channel some of that initial wrath towards if he so desired.