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<h2>3 CAPITULUM</h2>A voluptuous figure is walking down an ornate hallway, her heels clicking with each step; echoing throughout the hall. The sounds stop at an equally ornate large door. She pauses taking a deep breath before thrusting the door open. On the other side, a long table with various people sitting stoically. &nbsp;At the head of the table is a dashing gentleman with glowing silver hair. He smiles as the voluptuous figure enters the room. The light from the room pours onto the woman revealing a form fitting gorgeous gothic/victorian styled dress and long wavy pitch black hair. The woman's face radiating natural (or unnatural) beauty with dark piercing eyes that can stab souls.“Ah sister, I take it the meeting produced good news” the man said. A sensual voice replies, “Would you ever doubt my spellcasting dear brother? Of course the ritual was a success.” One of the figures responds, “We would've had the utmost faith if you had performed the rite. But this mystery adventurer? What qualifies him to do such a thing?” The sensual voice answered, “Honey this wasn't my idea and frankly it works out better this way for us.” Another figure retorted, “It's that kind of apathy and laziness that invites such threats to our land!” “You'd best mind who you are speaking to.” snapped the brother. A third figure replied, “And you mind who you raise your voice against.” The sensual woman added, “If I were so lazy and apathetic, then how is it I was able to perfect the rite as the youngest member of this coven? Not even my brother, the head of the eldest witch family among us could perform such a feat. No offense ____________.” “It wasn't in poor spirit.” __________replied.The room falls silent. After a few minutes a fourth figure speaks out, “And if this adventurer fails to control the spell? What of it then?” The sensual woman laughs. “You're just like the others” The sensual woman chided. “In the highly improbable case of my magic failing, the appropriate countermeasures have been implemented; across all the world leaders. Also, that young upstart will be the one to oversee our adventurer's condition.” She turns around to leave adding, “As I said before, it's not now nor ever will be our problem. Now there are more pressing matters to attend to Senators, so I suggest you do your jobs before the citizens deem you incompetent. Shall we go _____________?” The brother stands up, “Of course sister.” As the brother joins his sister, the two turn to face the table. (Brother) “We do appreciate your concern, but this is for the benefit of everyone. No word of this to any of your constituents.” (Sister) “And remember WE are the nation that made humanity's lives more fruitful and enjoyable.” &nbsp;(Brother) “WE will be the ones who protect; now and the future.” The duo leave with the sensual woman laughing, her heels clicking into the distance.

Accentrik Graphic Novel Part 3 (Working Title)

Accentrik Productions specializes in copywriting and script writing on top of video production. Here is the second chapter of an ongoing short story.<h2>2 CAPITULUM</h2>A high work-desk sits in the corner of a dimly lit room, seated at it is a woman, her face half-covered in the room’s darkness; the other half illuminated in the pale blue tint of a screen. “So, he managed to pull it off huh?” the woman says (almost to herself). The screen reveals a person shrouded in darkness and mystery, but the tone of their voice as they talk is soothing. In response to the woman, “While faith is defined as devotion regardless of proof, it is alleviating to be able to report this to our citizens. We advised against trying such an expedition, but not only has he given our nation a reason to promote our faith, he’s also contained what could only be perceived as a threat to mankind”. “Despite it being a threat, is it really a great idea to leave something like that in his hands?” asked the woman.&nbsp;Another pale blue screen pops up in the woman’s face with yet another figure shrouded in darkness. A sensual, cool voice responds, “You knew the requirements of the ritual and that he was the only one capable of it. The stipulations of the arte call for him and only him to hold that power.” “We understand your role in this body. Rest assured that your position is not in jeopardy. Could it have been any other way, we would’ve allowed you to perform the rite.” The soothing voice added. The sensual voice continued, “Don’t get jealous just because he has a new toy and you don’t. Plus, you’ll still be able to conduct your experiments; just not as…directly as you may have intended.” The soothing voice chimed in, “And whatever you intend to do is not our concern as long as you find a way to share the rewards with the rest of us. We don’t seek the same things you do.” The woman responded, “I know old man.” “Then let’s be sure to keep playing nice” chimed the sensual voice.&nbsp;“So what’s the next move then?” asked the woman. The old man replied, “We will discuss more when he returns from his expedition. We are still unsure as to whether the ritual is foolproof or not.” “That hurts old man!” replied the sensual voice, “We’ll never get anywhere if we can’t trust each other”. The woman added, “You of all people know better than to question her when it comes to these rituals”, her tone shifted in suspicion, “But why do I feel like that last part was directed towards me?” The sensual voice gets coyer as she replies, “Because honey, you’re the young upstart here. You’ve done an amazing job, but strangely you haven’t committed to the mistake making process.” “The error of youth is to believe that intelligence is a substitute for experience…” the soothing old man adds. “And the error of the old is to substitute experience with knowledge” the woman chided. Laughing, the sensual woman says, “With that tongue, you’ll age into a bitter spirit when you should be a fine wine.” “That’s fine”, replied the woman, “Spirits are stronger anyway”. “Ah, to be so young again” lauded the sensual woman. The old man cleared his throat, “Ahem, now if there’s nothing left of this meeting, it’s about time I inform the congregation of this news.” “You do that old man” the woman said snidely. The old man sighed, “Age and treachery always beat youthful exuberance. You’d best hold your tongue.” The screen displaying the old man suddenly blips off, a flash of light going off in the woman’s face. “Anything else your majesty?” the woman asked sarcastically. The sensual woman answered, ”We really do value your expertise honey, but even the strongest of spirits still needs distillation. My council has no issues with protecting themselves so do mind how you play with others” the sensual woman threatened, “After all, the spirit’s development relies on the brewer”. The sensual woman’s screen blips off as well, leaving the woman at the desk in the dark. “Ignorance is bliss I suppose” the woman said to herself.

Accentrik Graphic Novel Part 2 (Working Title)

Accentrik Productions specializes in copywriting and script writing on top of video production. Here is a look at an ongoing short story.<h2>1 CAPITULUM</h2>The flames glowed a brilliant amber, penetrating the darkness for as long as it could. The flame’s warmth seemingly non-existent despite competing with the numbing chill of the autumn night. A figure, cloaked in a red hood, oblivious to Mother Nature’s defensive behavior. Why was she defensive? For a mysterious figure dressed in the occult was disturbing her peace; lighting the dark night with a fire, trying to spread warmth through the cold, chanting incomprehensible “somethings” in the silence. She tried her best but the fire was winning, the figure was in control; thus the figure was winning as well. The battle between Nature and man is actually a vicious cycle. Man succumbs to Nature only to adapt to his environment. Man changes the climate and Nature adapts in turn. Yes Nature hits harder but it is alone. If one man staggers another will brace him up. If one man falls, two more take his place. However, this exchange is not a battle, let alone a skirmish. The figure’s eyes sought grander horizons than Nature was providing at this time. Nature realized this and let the figure be.The night was still dark, the air still frost and the landscape remained still. The flame became the figure’s body, waving and flickering as the “somethings” droned on. Playing a guessing game as to when the chants would stop, the fire swerved side to side anticipating when to die. Offbeat to the original rhythm, the figure granted solace to the flame and the flame surged up in glee. A pulse of red light arose in the fire’s place and pulsed out above the mysterious figures. Wait, were there always two figures?“For whom have I been summoned?” (second figure). “If the spell worked then you should already know” replied the red hood. “That’s not the tone you take with someone of my kind” the second figure stated. “That’s not the tone you should take with me” quipped the red hood, “We both know damn well that there are no formalities here”. “This is already a longer meeting than what I’m used to” the second figure responded. “And when was your last one? The beginning of time?” asked the red hood. “Perceptive aren’t we?” (second figure) “I might as well enjoy the time I have out here. Always the host, never the guest”. (Red hood) “I’m sure you’ll get sick of me…you won’t be able to leave anyway”. The second figure’s eyebrows drew up with intrigue, “Just how much do you know?”. “As much as you think” answered red hood. The red hood swiftly raises his left hand to the nape of his hood and slides it down the back of his head. The second figure watches in awe as the red hood raises his right hand up to point at him. The red hood continues, “By the name of Adonay, I bind you into my submission! Your rebellion fails against Eloheim and Zhu. Heed my call and do my bidding by Adro!”.&nbsp;The red hood balls his right hand into a fist and points it towards the sky. A mysterious bracelet with a strange emblem adorns it. The emblem glows as a blinding white light flows out of it. A book lays on the ground next to the red hood, the same emblem on its cover. It too is glowing. The second figure grins mischievously and shrugs his shoulders, “The first time I’m a guest and it’s the time of my life.” The light from the emblem engulfs the second figure. The red hood turns to stare at the book and slowly readjusts his hood. “On to the next one” he says as he picks the book up to place in his bag. The red hood turns to leave the camp fire, the flame extinguishing as he leaves. Small cinders and ash slowly glow and rise from what’s left of the fire. &nbsp;&nbsp;

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Accentrik Graphic Novel Part 3 (Working Title)

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