The sound of turning gears came to an abrupt halt, and lines appeared across the surface of the orb that had not been there before. From the forming cracks, a thin trickle of black began to filter out, flowing slowly between Urs' fingers. Another part clicked into place and the cracks widened, a few of the pieces beginning to crumble and fall away as the warding glyphs were broken. Inside there was a dull blue glow, shimmering faintly while something black roiled within it. As the last piece clicked in place and the container crumbled completely hair-thin cracks began to appear along the surface of the translucent orb that now hovered in the air over Urs' palm. Lines began to trace themselves out in white across this surface, flaring to life as if in a vain attempt to suppress what was inside. Then, with one final pulse, the runes faded and the blue orb shattered.
Black smoke billowed out from the epicenter, an explosion that blotted out the sky and eclipsed everything in darkness. Lyra almost laughed in excitement as she stretched, extending herself as far as she could without losing control. It was enough to completely engulf the clearing, and the people inside of it. She was filled with power, and where her influence touched the air became heavy and thick with aether. The effect was similar to being in the heart of an aether forge, but several times denser as this was the collective power of one who was once feared as a force of nature. The whispers began, softly at first before growing to a near maddening pitch as Lyrielle unfolded herself, reaching out to pluck at the minds of those present. Her presence was like a pressure on the soul, and as the seconds ticked by the whispers took on an edge of familiarity to each person. They were in an old language, and an ancient one, but the meaning behind them was could be felt if not consciously understood. Free yourself, unbind what shackles you, give in to the basest desire of your heart. Give over to your darkest desire.
The smoke swirled in a slow-motion, winding between each person present. Lyrielle simply... existed for a time, basking in the glory of freedom once more. Her attention turned toward the one who released her, and she condensed herself in around the man. Long fingered hands formed from the fog, caressing shoulders and hair as she spun around him, gold eyes flashing as they became visible to him. From the eyes the smoke continued to condense, forming the face of a pale elven woman with white hair. She smiled, not a kind smile, but rather an amused one.
She moved close to his ear, whispering just over the voices that surrounded him. The words were an ancient tongue as well, but it was clear what her meaning was, "Well done little human. I will not forget this." She withdrew then, her form flowing back into the smoke and disappearing.
The rest of the group would not have seen this, but now Lyrielle turned her attention on the rest. With a half-thought, she pulled back on her influence, thinning the flowing smoke enough that the group could see one another once more. They were encased in a dome of fog which moved in a slow circle. Several lines of blue still lanced through the smoke, from the artifact on the ground, but the light was steadily fading. She took her time then, moving around each person in turn, touching them with soft caresses and golden eyes that were there and gone in a moment as soon as they looked at her. She tasted their songs, her interest growing.
Ricky would be able to smell the scent of the ancient world on Lyrielle. Overripe fruit and that smell that appears before lightning strikes. Dense, suffused with power. Her hands traveled up his neck, ghostly and ethereal as she brushed black nails against his cheeks, over his temples, and through his hair before evaporating into smoke. Then her attention was on Telion, and Lyrielle smiled in her very soul. The smoke condensed, growing thicker as it wrapped this woman, flowing over her shoulders and twining into her hair. Lyrielle materialized slowly, one arm wrapped around Telion from behind with long-nailed fingers lightly touching the woman's cheek. Goldeyes appeared from the black fog, staring over Telion's shoulder at the group, lingering on Ricky as she half materialized. Elven with long ears, pale skin, and golden eyes that shown with power. Her hands partially showed, and what could be seen of her body was misty and incompletely, like it was made of smoke or ash.
"Et'falla, be'fior." Her voice was low, and when she spoke the whispers quieted to a low hum. The words were ancient vallenor and roughly translated to 'I acknowledge you, little ones.' She smiled then, showing teeth through black-tinted lips, "Sacum, a'mori." Bow, or die.
These last words were suffused with power and rang out, commanding, sending an intense urge and desire to fall to a knee.
Now I know why Rickter has such bad feels about her. A shame, since he went through all that trouble to release her. Even if accidentally.