Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170428035713

Azarias nods, breathes deeply, then begins to sing softly.

'Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:

Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles to-day,

To-morrow will be dying.'

Meanwhile, the chant of the shadow still continues. 'Save my soul from the sword!' he shouts, and raises one hand to the heavens.

'The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,

The higher he's a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he's to setting.'

But Azarias does not falter in his song, even as a burning light distracts everyone in the group, causing them to look up: it seems as if the sunlight is descending in all her glory to wreak judgement upon the wicked.

'That age is best, which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times, still succeed the former.'

The lance of light strikes the ground and the massive shadow with its army, and a second after it does, a shock wave runs through the ground, causing everyone to stumble. Immediately following it is a massive dust storm, radiating from the center of the impact.

'- Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry;

For having lost but once your prime,

You may for ever tarry!'

Azarias completes his song, shouting the last line, mere seconds before the wall of dust hits them, and raises one hand, as his magic circle spirals outward to compass the whole group.

'Anima Temporis!'

White light fills the vision of those present, and a second later, they are engulfed in it.

--

When the spots clear from their eyes, no visions of the past await them: indeed, the sight is even more strange. Elegant gears of silver, black, and gold pervade the air of this place: it churns like the interior of a watch. There is no ground: only curved platforms shaped like half-moons, fitting together snugly to create platforms continually moving over the clockwork abyss. Light pervades from on high: a soft golden light that lets one see without being harmed.

'Welcome to my Animus Reality Marble,' Azarias says, stepping over to the centre of the platform, where a large stand of gears and implements is set. 'The Anima Temporis. A clockwork dimension to manipulate and alter time, though we shall not be using it for that purpose today.'