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Naked and restrained, this darkness cannot be contained, you, my esclave, have been claimed..
Tell me, did you summon me just so you could beat the crap out of me? Or is there a more productive reason for why I'm here? (Eros)
Be thankful to those who refuse to help you, for they force you to summon upon your warrior within.
Adventure responds to your call.
His last word had been my name. A summons. And I had not responded.
Composing mortals with immortal fire.
I give you warning. You and your false god cannot stand against the power of Alseiass! Leave now or suffer the consequences! If I call on Alseiass, you will know pain such as you have never felt." "Well, priest, if I take my blade to your fat hide, you'll know some pain yourself!
In Springtime, O Dionysos,
To thy holy temple come,
To Elis with thy Graces,
Rushing with thy bull-foot, come,
Noble Bull, Noble Bull
Question is the Champion of Quest
No soul can withstand the sun's bones of light and reason dims when darkness falls - so we shape barrows in the night for you and your kin." "Forgive my interruption, then," said I. "The dead never interrupt," said the mason, "they but arrive.
Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire.
How mad it is to summon grim death by means of war!
Rouse him: - make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation
Invoking removes darkness and brings forth radiant lights.
Redeem soul, resurrect spirit.
Come, you drunken spirits. Come, you battalions. You fields of ghosts who walk these green plains still. Come, you giants!
As we write we summon little demons.
The divinity dwells in thee. Awaken the divine power.
Here and there, a form stirred feebly, victim of war's sorcery, struggling against the enchantment of death.
Awaken soul, revive spirit.
bearers of a spark from the sacred fire. What
If a fae sorcerer, or sorcerers, are using necromancy to raise the dead they need to be stopped. No matter what happens, we need to bring a reckoning.--Catherine
Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism
Wind of the night, Questing, swaying, calling, Rustle of dull grasses, Why do you trouble me?
We'd summoned you out of ourselves, and you were not given a vote. If only for that reason, you deserved all the protection we could muster.
She called on Hecate, on Brighid, on Morrigan and Babd Catha, summoning the strength and power of the goddesses.
I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
The squall has ceased to be a cause of my complaint. The magic of the craft has opened for me a world in which I shall confront, within two hours, the black dragons and the crowned crests of a coma of blue lightnings, and when the night has fallen, I, delivered, shall read my course in the stars.
I was summoned to shed blood.
I am called here to answer before you, but I hear no things laid to my charge.
The day of judgment is either approaching or
it is not. If it is not, there is no cause for adjournment. If it is, I
choose to be found doing my duty. I wish therefore that candles may be
brought.
We sell the thrones of angels for a short and turbulent pleasure.
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?
A silhouette stepped toward us, and another wave of pure power ripped through the throne room. 'I'm only going to warn you once, Cronus,' said a voice, dark and dangerous. 'Get the hell away from my wife.
We have to try really hard to not accidentally summon a demon.
Sometimes people just need thunderbolts. Thunderbolts to climb like stairs. Sometimes people just need a talisman. A promise in the lectern of their hands.
When you call me close
to tell me
your body is not beautiful
I want to summon
the eyes and hidden mouths
of stone and light and water
to testify against you.
When thou attended gloriously from heaven , Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send Thy summoning archangels to proclaim Thy dread tribunal.
God has given us a vision to see the body of Christ move from being an inactive audience to a Spirit-filled army ... God is about to unloose a powerful outpouring of the Holy Spirit of an unprecedented magnitude ... He is looking for individuals who will be 'dread champions' for his cause.
Your calling may be to find new ways to tell the story of redemption, to create fresh symbols tat will speak of a home for the homeless, the end of exile, the replanting of the garden, the rebuilding of the house.
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
a conjurer will offer you alternatives to choose from but you always end up picking the one that he wants you to!
We are all compelled to take the same road; from the urn of death, shaken for all, sooner or later the lot must come forth.
[Lat., Omnes eodem cogimur; omnium
Versatur urna serius, ocius
Sors exitura.]
Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.
O God, make me worthy of this calling, that the name of Jesus may be glorified in me and I in him.
That's a voice that arrives on a chariot drawn by dragons
Rise in great might to fulfill your special specific mission.
Look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.
He makes Himself known to those who, after doing all that their powers will allow, confess that they need help from Him.
I come to call down my destiny - and it is tall and dangerous!
When the black and mortal blood of man has fallen to the ground ... who then can sing spells to call it back again?
I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Cease, stranger, cease those witching notes,
The art of syren choirs;
Hush the seductive voice that floats
Across the trembling wires.
Music's ethereal power was given
Not to dissolve our clay,
But draw Promethean beams from heaven
To purge the dross away.
Let us rise to the call. It is a call to call. An ability to respond to, and a needful duty to solemnly hold high
Who can resist when destiny calls?
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Assaile who will, the valiant attends.
The call to adventure signifies that destiny has summoned the hero.
When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
Sacred souls serve.
But if these beings guard you, they do so because they have been summoned by your prayers.
Even be here,' Douglas snarled. The Scottish knights had been summoned by
I cannot tarry longer.
The sea that calls all things unto her calls me
Seance to renaissance. So it begins
Vain favour! coming, like most other favours long deferred and often wished for, too late!
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?
Awaken my strength.
Awaken my love.
Awaken my soul.
Awaken my spirit.
No bal maidens or spallers
Reverence invites Revelation
The words come at my call but who calls whom?
Sing of my deeds
Tell of my combats
How I fought the treacherous demons
Forgive my failings
And bestow on me peace
Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence, or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you.
Yourself a newborn bard of the Holy Ghost, cast behind you all conformity, and acquaint men at first hand with Deity.
Infinite are the arguments of mages,
Music waves eternal wands,
Enchantress of the souls of mortals!
21 And it shall come to pass that c everyone who calls upon the
But never has the Call been so clear
As now, when death's cool hand
Eases my spirit from my fevered body--
And I answer the Call of the Master -
The Call to new Heights.
Mysterious power, whence hope ethereal springs!
Sweet heavenly relic of eternal things!
Inspiring oft deep thoughts of things divine:
The past, the present, and the future time.
Thy reminiscences transport the soul
To memory?s Paradise?its future goal.
Human eloquence or persuasiveness of speech are the mere trappings of the dead, if the living Spirit be absent; the prophet may preach to the bones in the valley, but it must be the breath from Heaven which will cause the slain to live.
He is a great Necromancer, for he asks counsel counsell of the Dead (i.e. books).
The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.
Arise and pour pure wine into my cup,
Pour moon beams into the dark night of my
thought,
That I may lead home the wanderer
And imbue the idle looker-on with restless
impatience;
And advance hotly on a new quest
And become known as the champion of a new
spirit
Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Zeus will send you.
Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice of you like. Being a warlock, and all.
Revival brings back a holy shock to apathy and carelessness.
Take off your watch: the divine is speaking to you.
OATHBREAKERS The Mother will cast her cloak over us all. Come follow the Hunter out onto the plain, Return to the Clan
There are a sort of men, whose visages
Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond;
And do a willful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be dressed in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity profound conceit;
As who should say, I am sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
A troubled Necromancer. An Illusionist with a secret. An Incubus marked for death. A Darkborn in hiding. A Siren with a past.
Divine is the task to relieve pain
Who has delivered us, who? Tell me his nest and his name. Rikki, the valiant, the true, Tikki, with eyeballs of flame, Rikk-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the hunter with eyeballs of flame!
Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps XXII. The Sea Still Rises XXIII. Fire Rises XXIV. Drawn to the Loadstone Rock Book
Old wisdom out of the cluster of gathering shadows.
Bring on your storm, my lord-and recall, if you do, the name of this castle-Ser Courtnay Penrose at Storm's End.
Any time there's something so ridiculously dangerous that no rational human being would try it, they send for me.'
Garion