"Somebody That I Used To Know"(feat. Kimbra)
An excerpt of a song by Gotye:
?Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know?
Welverin?s strengths were primarily focused in the dark arcane school of shadow, but this discipline was not his only talent. Pure witchcraft needed to be invoked for the deed that would be completed this evening. Before attempting to perform such magic, the drow needed to get into the right frame of both body and mind and cleanse away any doubts, demons or spiritual impurities that might distract him or make the spell go awry. Purifying himself was a ritual in and of itself, and would leave his body relaxed and his mind concise.
After soaking in a long hot bath, getting his skin completely clean and soaking the tension from his muscles, Welverin dressed appropriately for the ritual ahead. Moving to his wardrobe he took out a formal clean light cerulean colored robe, woven from a silk. The drow spent over an hour meditating and controlling his breathing to improve his focus and discard any distracting desires. After meditating the drow anointed his body with oil, made up of drops of lavender, sandalwood and neroli to promote clear thought. A dab of the oil was placed on his forehead, on the back of each of his hands, his hair and finally on his chest over his heart.
The door to his loft was locked to make sure he wouldn?t be disturbed. The area where the ritual was to be performed needed to be purified, as well. Incense was burnt. . . . salt and holy water that had been blessed by a priest of Kelemvor were sprinkled about the wooden floor of his loft apartment in the West-End. Visualizing the protective energy needed for the ritual, Welverin placed a brush laden in blood to the purified wooden floor and drew a pentacle enclosed by a circle big enough to sit in. Each of the cardinal points was marked with a lit ivory colored candle, blessed by the same priest of Kelemvor that Welverin had acquired the salt and holy water from.
Taking up a small box made of weirwood, Welverin moved inside the pentacle and sat down cross-legged at the center. Opening the lid of the small box, Welverin removed two poppets from the box, each wrapped carefully in black silk. One figurine representing himself and the other Belial, he carefully placed them on the floor in front of him. Taking a piece of red ribbon from the box, he closed his eyes for a long moment visualizing the time when he had pledged his heart and soul to Belial, so many years ago. Welverin remembered the vows each of them had spoken in that secluded forested grove and the feeling of happiness he had felt. A smile touched the drow?s lips fleetingly as he opened his eyes. Welverin proceeded to tie the small poppets together, making a knot around each figurine approximately in the area of the heart. Taking a moment to look at the two poppets, tied by love . . . the moment took him from the past to this juncture in the present.
As he placed the bound poppets on the floor in front of him once more, Welverin closed his eyes and whispered. ?Kelemvor, I call upon your guidance and power to assist me during this spiritual ceremony . . . to help me maintain my focus, energy and alignment for divine purpose and work.? Opening his eyes once more, Welverin took a sharp knife from the box and made an incision in his palm. He let the blood drop on the red ribbon tying the poppets together as he continued to invoke the Divine. ?I believe in the spiritual existence of myself as a perfect image of Kelemvor. In this reflection that is my physical embodiment, I align myself and my faith in the supreme guidance of my soul with the ancient powers and wisdom of Kelemvor." The knife still in his hand he reached down and sliced through the ribbon connecting the poppets together quickly and positively as he confidently spoke the final words of the ritual. ?The time has been, the time has gone, what was once tied, in now undone.?
Welverin returned the knife to the weirwood box and then took a moment to untie the remainder of the ribbons from the poppets themselves as he focused on a very positive sense of health and freedom for both himself and Belial. After wrapping both poppets individually in black silk, Welverin stood and left the pentacle. Moving to the hearth along the north wall of the loft, Welverin tossed the figurine representing him into the hearth and watched it be consumed slowly by the dancing flames. Closing his eyes, he tossed the poppet representing Belial into the hearth as well. As he opened his eyes and watched the poppets become ash, Welverin felt the spiritual bond he shared with Belial vanish. Turning from the hearth toward the door of his loft he whispered. ?I will never regret being with you or say that I?d wish I never met you, because once upon a time, you were exactly what I wanted and needed. Unfortunately, that time has come and gone. Goodbye Belial . . . wherever you may be. I hope you find whatever it is you are seeking.? Desperately needing a drink, Welverin left his loft disappearing into the shadows of the mid-summer night.
An excerpt of a song by Gotye:
?Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know?
Welverin?s strengths were primarily focused in the dark arcane school of shadow, but this discipline was not his only talent. Pure witchcraft needed to be invoked for the deed that would be completed this evening. Before attempting to perform such magic, the drow needed to get into the right frame of both body and mind and cleanse away any doubts, demons or spiritual impurities that might distract him or make the spell go awry. Purifying himself was a ritual in and of itself, and would leave his body relaxed and his mind concise.
After soaking in a long hot bath, getting his skin completely clean and soaking the tension from his muscles, Welverin dressed appropriately for the ritual ahead. Moving to his wardrobe he took out a formal clean light cerulean colored robe, woven from a silk. The drow spent over an hour meditating and controlling his breathing to improve his focus and discard any distracting desires. After meditating the drow anointed his body with oil, made up of drops of lavender, sandalwood and neroli to promote clear thought. A dab of the oil was placed on his forehead, on the back of each of his hands, his hair and finally on his chest over his heart.
The door to his loft was locked to make sure he wouldn?t be disturbed. The area where the ritual was to be performed needed to be purified, as well. Incense was burnt. . . . salt and holy water that had been blessed by a priest of Kelemvor were sprinkled about the wooden floor of his loft apartment in the West-End. Visualizing the protective energy needed for the ritual, Welverin placed a brush laden in blood to the purified wooden floor and drew a pentacle enclosed by a circle big enough to sit in. Each of the cardinal points was marked with a lit ivory colored candle, blessed by the same priest of Kelemvor that Welverin had acquired the salt and holy water from.
Taking up a small box made of weirwood, Welverin moved inside the pentacle and sat down cross-legged at the center. Opening the lid of the small box, Welverin removed two poppets from the box, each wrapped carefully in black silk. One figurine representing himself and the other Belial, he carefully placed them on the floor in front of him. Taking a piece of red ribbon from the box, he closed his eyes for a long moment visualizing the time when he had pledged his heart and soul to Belial, so many years ago. Welverin remembered the vows each of them had spoken in that secluded forested grove and the feeling of happiness he had felt. A smile touched the drow?s lips fleetingly as he opened his eyes. Welverin proceeded to tie the small poppets together, making a knot around each figurine approximately in the area of the heart. Taking a moment to look at the two poppets, tied by love . . . the moment took him from the past to this juncture in the present.
As he placed the bound poppets on the floor in front of him once more, Welverin closed his eyes and whispered. ?Kelemvor, I call upon your guidance and power to assist me during this spiritual ceremony . . . to help me maintain my focus, energy and alignment for divine purpose and work.? Opening his eyes once more, Welverin took a sharp knife from the box and made an incision in his palm. He let the blood drop on the red ribbon tying the poppets together as he continued to invoke the Divine. ?I believe in the spiritual existence of myself as a perfect image of Kelemvor. In this reflection that is my physical embodiment, I align myself and my faith in the supreme guidance of my soul with the ancient powers and wisdom of Kelemvor." The knife still in his hand he reached down and sliced through the ribbon connecting the poppets together quickly and positively as he confidently spoke the final words of the ritual. ?The time has been, the time has gone, what was once tied, in now undone.?
Welverin returned the knife to the weirwood box and then took a moment to untie the remainder of the ribbons from the poppets themselves as he focused on a very positive sense of health and freedom for both himself and Belial. After wrapping both poppets individually in black silk, Welverin stood and left the pentacle. Moving to the hearth along the north wall of the loft, Welverin tossed the figurine representing him into the hearth and watched it be consumed slowly by the dancing flames. Closing his eyes, he tossed the poppet representing Belial into the hearth as well. As he opened his eyes and watched the poppets become ash, Welverin felt the spiritual bond he shared with Belial vanish. Turning from the hearth toward the door of his loft he whispered. ?I will never regret being with you or say that I?d wish I never met you, because once upon a time, you were exactly what I wanted and needed. Unfortunately, that time has come and gone. Goodbye Belial . . . wherever you may be. I hope you find whatever it is you are seeking.? Desperately needing a drink, Welverin left his loft disappearing into the shadows of the mid-summer night.