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Post by Sevyrn on Oct 11, 2020 20:08:59 GMT -6
She had done her research – scoured through book after book pulled from the library, from the book store... everything that she could get her hand on. Despite that Sevyrn did not feel like she was the least bit ready as she stood shaking before the temple. She had everything that she needed – the remnant crystals from the mansion, the mind crystal, she had come to own a healing berry thanks to a kind soul in the city and yet... Standing before the temple had her quaking. It wasn’t that she lacked surity in what she was doing – no, since she had come to discover that the magics of the world could make it possible for her to commingle with the departed there was no choice left for her – she simply must. She had everything that she needed, and all that was left was to offer up a piece of her own soul in exchange.
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Post by Sevyrn on Oct 11, 2020 20:09:09 GMT -6
She dared to wander forth – to push past the entrance and face the path beyond it. The adventure was arduous, not the worst that she had ever had yet the staircase had wound up higher than she had anticipated.
As she walked in to the altar room itself she found herself unnerved by what awaited her – piercing stares, corpses in cloaks the deep red color of blood. No words were spoken, and she found herself hushed by instinct as well. Do not bother anything and nothing would bother you – or so she told herself, though she had no idea what she truly was about to face.
She could feel deep in her bones that it was too late to turn back now, so the woman dared to venture forward towards the stone slab in the middle that formed the altar itself, stained brown and copper from many sacrifices before hers.
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Post by Sevyrn on Oct 11, 2020 20:09:19 GMT -6
As much as she had read up about the process at this point, Sevyrn had not been sure that she could handle it until the moment that she stood before the altar. Was it instinct or the mystical forces at work, guiding her down the path that she had chosen? Was it the carvings twisted ages ago in to the old stone walls? She had no way to truly know, but in that moment she knew that she would be okay.
Yet it came easy to her – she pulled from her backpack, weighed down by relatively little beyond the required items, and lined the three remnant crystals along the table. A triangle shape felt best, each crystal marking a point of it – with room for the mind crystal in the center. She placed it carefully among the others, and fussed over its position for just a moment.
The berries were the easy part, she knew what came next.
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Post by Sevyrn on Oct 11, 2020 20:09:29 GMT -6
It was a good thing that Sevyrn was not afraid of blood – there was no hesitance in the way that she picked the dagger from the altar, eyed the speakers with a strange confidence compared to how nervous she had been not long ago when she had stood before the temple itself, and dug the sharp blade of the knife in to her palm. She winced as the sting of it hit her, but didn’t dare to falter in her devotion.
She held her fingers closed until her hand hovered above the crystals, then relaxed to allow a slow trickle of blood to drip down from her would. Dip, drip, drip. She eyed the mind crystal in the center of the triangle with intensity before she moved to it, allowing that piece of her own life to taint the crystal’s soft pink sheen as well.
She didn’t dare to stop here, to quell the bleeding from her palm or even wipe off the trickle that was leaking down her arm. There was no time for that yet.
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Post by Sevyrn on Oct 11, 2020 20:09:42 GMT -6
She had never been close to the gods, never prayed or begged for forgiveness from some force that she couldn’t even see – hell, she wasn’t even sure that she truly believed in them for the vast majority of her life. Their existence was something that she had needed to accept in the journey that lead her here, though.
Sevyrn fell to the ground, knees taking the brunt of her collapse, and stared towards the speakers before her. “Please,” she mouthed to their unwavering forms, not daring to break the silence with her voice as she prayed for her own future and what this ritual would bring to her.
More than ever she knew that she had done the right thing pushing towards this point her life, kneeling here before the speakers in hopes of being blessed with magic, and she prayed that the gods would see the way that she sought their forgiveness and their blessing.
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Post by Jack on Oct 12, 2020 9:00:07 GMT -6
Node Creation: Success Cool-down will End: October 11, 2021
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