Seals broken and contests ensue.

[Kiro Akira]

An army of hawks is never a bad thing to have, but what'll keep them following your orders?
Go, fly, destroy, my hawk army!
*indescribeably loud sound of hundreds of hawks screeching as they are let loose from a burlap sack and fly away, never to be seen again*

Magic my dear sir o.o

[RisingPhoenix]

*struts in*

I have been summoned?

[Kiro Akira]

Phoenix c:

[SikstaSlathalin]

A deep laughter emanates from the still fiery maw torn open upon reality.

Suddenly an object flies out and lands mere inches from RisingPhoenix and Kiro. It's a truly impressive piece of art...or it would've been had it not been broken in half and horribly rusted. It was a greatsword, once it might've been an impressive blade of Russian or German creation. A bit of dark hair or something seems to be stuck in a crack in the blade.

[Omac]

I have a weird feeling that if those other two seals happen to break then whatever is in that endless rift would reveal itself...

[SikstaSlathalin]

A tremendous boom rocked the very foundations of RPA. Another seal had been broken the maelstrom let out and almost pained screech adding further to the rocking the ground under our feet.

From the mouth of the void two more objects flew out. One impacted a boulder a few from from the rift the rock shattered like a live stick of dynamite had been drilled into it. The object was a stone hammer...or more accurately a huge rock tied to an equally huge stick of some kind of gray hardwood nearly petrified looking in it's appearance albeit snapped into three parts. Even from the force of it's landing though the stone hammer head only showed a single small crack from front to back. It gave off a strange chill and is obviously the weapon of someone extremely tall and powerful.

The next object was actually two, a pair of daggers embedded themselves in the bark of a burnt up tree mere inches from Omac's head. From a distance they looked like ornamental weapons, like the kind a lord or king would have sitting on the desk in his study. Good conversation starters but as harmless as wooden spoons.

But upon closer inspection it is obvious these were tools...used in many grim plots. Dried blood coated the chipped and rusted blades, the handles of each blade were broken nearly to the hilt, but upon the cross guard the tarnished gold remains of what look like carved in fleur-de-lis still shine dimly in the savage red light of the rift.

[Waarnemen]

Good Lort
I be seizing

[Dire Hoef]

[Watches on from my subdimensional gallery] This is certainly interesting.

[SikstaSlathalin]

Six day have passed...six days of screaming chaos and unholy fire. But despite the worries and promises of nature the vortex never slowed...in fact it only grew stronger and stronger. Now it consumed nearly one hundred feet of ground in every direction.

But from it's maw more oddities were flung. Each impacting and destroying the increasingly unstable landscape.

First was what looked like a bit of barbed wire or chain with a handle, but as it sailed through the air and wrapped itself around the branch of a rotten tree the onlookers would see that it was actually a strange sword of some kind made of completely rusted or seized up segments of what would've been blade and cord some hundred or so years ago.

Next something shot from the rift like a comet of white fire. Sparks followed it's trajectory and a scream like an anguished demon raced along behind it before the object crashed into the crumbling earth leaving a man-sized crater in it's wake. It was a mace of some kind, but the haft and head were mangled bits of scrap metal and a strange black ooze coated it.

The next objects were flung from the East side of the rift and blazed across the broken orange sky like a pair of flaming wheels. They looked to be burning up as they went, but as the fire balls hit a small mound of dirt the flames died down revealing a pair of charred tonfas. They were obviously made of some kind of hard wood, but to resist such a fiery entry the wood must contain some kind of divine properties. Still the unnatural fire of the rift has left it's mark upon the once beautiful weapons.

[Omac]

Hey.. so.. uh.. Siks? I'm having a bit of second thoughts. Any chance we could not be the destruction of everything we love and each other? I don't know, just a suggestion.