Extra Terra

Thank you for establishing diplomatic relations with Mitteleuropa!

Gypsy Lands wrote:

In appreciation for opening our embassy, breakfast is on us:

**Sets up a table of Belgian waffles, fresh strawberries, ham and cheese omelets, bacon, orange juice, coffee, tea, hot chocolate, and Hershey's kisses**

Always a pleasure, cheers!

5th post.

*As they gazed upon the 7th a vision took them…*

~ The ritual unfolds at midnight under the oppressive shadow of a pyramid, its once-pristine limestone casing blackened and worn by centuries of forgotten rites. The peak of the pyramid is shrouded in an unnatural mist that defies the wind, as if the structure itself draws breath from the void. The sand surrounding the monument is stained with dark streaks, rumored to be the remnants of blood spilled in ages past.

The summoners kneel at the pyramid’s base, where a jagged fissure marks the entrance to an ancient burial chamber long sealed and cursed by the priests of a lost cult. Broken statues of jackals and falcons lie scattered across the sands, their once-majestic forms reduced to hollow mockeries. The air is thick with an unnatural stillness, broken only by the faint hum of something stirring beneath the earth.

Above, the sky is devoid of stars, the blackness pierced only by a sickly green moon that casts elongated shadows across the dunes. These shadows twist and writhe, mimicking the movements of unseen entities. A circle of ash and bone has been drawn in the sand, encasing an altar made from broken hieroglyphic tablets. Upon the altar lies a sacrificial offering: a heart still warm, its rhythmic thrum echoing faintly in the oppressive silence.
The summoners bellow with their arms stretched out:

“In the shadow of stone, where gods once tread,
I call to the spirits of the cursed and dead.
By the breath of Set and Apep’s might,
I summon the formless from eternal night.

Pyramid of power, monument of dread,
Awake what sleeps beneath the dead.
By the blood of kings and sand’s embrace,
Open the tomb, release its face.

Anubis, keeper of the veil,
Look away as I weave this tale.
Oh Ra, turn your eye from my sin,
Let the darkness rise and begin.

In shadows deep and light undone,
Come forth, servant of the sunless one.
By ash and bone, by flame and stone,
I summon Konigzberg—make thy will my own.”

As the summoners finish the incantation, the ground trembles violently, sending cracks through the sand and stone. A deafening roar erupts from within the pyramid as the fissure grows wider, vomiting forth a searing wind of sulfur and decay. From the shadows emerges a towering figure, its form draped in shifting tendrils of darkness that seem to drink the moonlight.