Post by Plato on Oct 10, 2016 20:01:17 GMT
Powerlevel: 83,580
Heavy weights:20,895
Without body:0
Plato had finally done it, after wandering for days he had found the answers to his problems, he had learned of a kasvharr ritual used to remove ones soul from a body but it had the opposite application as well, this type of spell used to seal the beast withen konstians, of course using such a ritual disgusted him but if it meant he could regain his body it would be worth the process. His eyes darted around as he had already had everything set up. He stared down his eyes glaring at supplies, these same items well, at least their mortal counterparts had been used on him to seal him with a beast that tutored his existence. Pain flashed in his gaze as he grabbed the book which he had found on his adventures in hell reading through it. He had found it randomly where he sleep one morning, he already knew something was amiss, someone wanted him to regain his body but he needed his body, whether it was a trap or not he needed his body as soon as possible, for the tournament and to leave this hellhole. He set up the ingergrants before he had to begin the chant.
"Oh great belovment darkness give me your strength, i wish to call apon this darkness to bring life to the dead give me your strength, let me change the fabric of my soul, force my soul into this body return to me my true strength i claim it, bend the will of the gods give this body life, change this husk into a host of the most powerful lord of konats, let this host enchant my strength to extreme bounds give me the strength to destroy my foes, that is what i seek dark god, alter the body of this demon and let me inhabit it that is my request." Plato raised his arms though before speaking the enchant once more but this time in Konstian tongue
"Nal kali pilif tasarak!"
"Tagopar akula tagopar!"
"Kair kiranann pilif sular qaziem!"
"Nal damen kini vi khetsaram!"
"Tsaran sinur du!"
"Miopiar ith jistrathar!"
"Pakliol jistrathar vi!"
"Lethodar tagolann shirak!"
As he finished he felt his body being pulled forward the ghostly plato being pulled into the body of the dead demon it chest raising and falling as it form began to morph. First its skin transformed from the thick red hue into the pale white that plato was known before its eyes darting from a red into a pure white, almost as white as the snow. His body convulsed as he shrunk down to his normal size before his body was covered by a thin layer of ki his body morphing into a complete mirror image of his old body before his death. Plato staggered to his feet holding the side of the wall coughing, the ritual seem to be over, and quicker then he expected. He looked up grabbing a mirrorlike object to look at himself. He caught something that was unexpected, his eyes a demonic green color, his face twisting in rage, it seemed it was a side effect of the ritual. He sighed, everything had a cost and changing the color of his eyes was a small cost compared to finally having his body back. A smile soon formed on his face as he left the cave, now to exact his revenge and win that tournament, he needed to train he needed to reach power that he could only dream of.
*Plato has restored his body*
*Shoki please*
Heavy weights:20,895
Without body:0
Plato had finally done it, after wandering for days he had found the answers to his problems, he had learned of a kasvharr ritual used to remove ones soul from a body but it had the opposite application as well, this type of spell used to seal the beast withen konstians, of course using such a ritual disgusted him but if it meant he could regain his body it would be worth the process. His eyes darted around as he had already had everything set up. He stared down his eyes glaring at supplies, these same items well, at least their mortal counterparts had been used on him to seal him with a beast that tutored his existence. Pain flashed in his gaze as he grabbed the book which he had found on his adventures in hell reading through it. He had found it randomly where he sleep one morning, he already knew something was amiss, someone wanted him to regain his body but he needed his body, whether it was a trap or not he needed his body as soon as possible, for the tournament and to leave this hellhole. He set up the ingergrants before he had to begin the chant.
"Oh great belovment darkness give me your strength, i wish to call apon this darkness to bring life to the dead give me your strength, let me change the fabric of my soul, force my soul into this body return to me my true strength i claim it, bend the will of the gods give this body life, change this husk into a host of the most powerful lord of konats, let this host enchant my strength to extreme bounds give me the strength to destroy my foes, that is what i seek dark god, alter the body of this demon and let me inhabit it that is my request." Plato raised his arms though before speaking the enchant once more but this time in Konstian tongue
"Nal kali pilif tasarak!"
"Tagopar akula tagopar!"
"Kair kiranann pilif sular qaziem!"
"Nal damen kini vi khetsaram!"
"Tsaran sinur du!"
"Miopiar ith jistrathar!"
"Pakliol jistrathar vi!"
"Lethodar tagolann shirak!"
As he finished he felt his body being pulled forward the ghostly plato being pulled into the body of the dead demon it chest raising and falling as it form began to morph. First its skin transformed from the thick red hue into the pale white that plato was known before its eyes darting from a red into a pure white, almost as white as the snow. His body convulsed as he shrunk down to his normal size before his body was covered by a thin layer of ki his body morphing into a complete mirror image of his old body before his death. Plato staggered to his feet holding the side of the wall coughing, the ritual seem to be over, and quicker then he expected. He looked up grabbing a mirrorlike object to look at himself. He caught something that was unexpected, his eyes a demonic green color, his face twisting in rage, it seemed it was a side effect of the ritual. He sighed, everything had a cost and changing the color of his eyes was a small cost compared to finally having his body back. A smile soon formed on his face as he left the cave, now to exact his revenge and win that tournament, he needed to train he needed to reach power that he could only dream of.
*Plato has restored his body*
*Shoki please*