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Post by Renathan on Jan 16, 2022 19:49:33 GMT -6
It had been over a year since Renathan had done this last- he felt that he needed it in order to regain his strength. Something about the process always unnerved him, though he felt like himself making this particular trek was always better than people that were inexperienced stumbling upon it theirself. This year he didn't have anyone that had offered upon his services, but he felt that doing it anyway would produce a node- and that would hopefully keep some poor sap from coming up here and hurting theirself to no avail. Early that winter morning, Renathan wakes up and gathers the required items. He wraps the two fire crystals (he hoped that would be enough) and the mid crystal together in a small bundle, and then he takes the plastic baggie with the healing berries out as well and he double checks to make sure that he has everything. He then carefully performs the magic that would allow Auburn to be outside of his influence for that day, and then he takes the trip out to the Temple. Soon enough he stood at the bottom of the steps, the little bundle in his hand. He takes a deep breath to steel himself. "Remember the steps." He murmurs, shivering as a cold wind blows by. [Renathan is using Sever Bond] - [1]
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Post by Renathan on Jan 16, 2022 20:37:56 GMT -6
Renathan's homeland was, to his knowledge at this point in his wanderings, very abnormal when it came to magic. It was completely unheard of around the populace- very few individuals had the ability to tap into it as a source of power. In addition, most of the magic was part of the land and was just a fact of life. Pethia, in comparison and to Renathan's mind at least, seemed... Shattered. The land ran as dry as a creek bed would in the middle of a dessert, and bits and pieces could be located only by a dedicated few.
Holding these fragile pieces of magical energy was always a little bit nostalgic for him, despite the unpleasantness of the things they were destined for. He runs a clawed thumb along the small pouch, and then he began taking the steps, one or two at a time depending on the narrowness of the individual steps.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 16, 2022 20:42:37 GMT -6
Each time that Renathan did this, he became more and more resigned to the fact that he was, once again, 'doing this'. The process in which nodes were formed always seemed quite barbaric to him. The temple seemed like something straight out of the past, especially with how odd the steps were to clamber up. Once he got to the top (it was very cold up here, at the moment- despite Renathan's own nature as a fire elemental) he shivered again, but felt resolve as he saw the rows of the strange individuals on either side. Were they always here? Were they even real? Renathan could never tell- it was odd that they always seemed to know whenever one was coming. He was just respectful enough to not try to pry- though he really was curious. Thinking about it was an excellent distraction from the anxiety that clawed up his throat as he prepared to walk forward.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 16, 2022 20:51:58 GMT -6
The russet mammalian tries his hardest not to think about the altar. Once, perhaps, he had thought the magic of Pethia a novelty. He still clung to that sense of naivety the best he could- it was better that way. However, he still felt the chill of the process as he walked between the two rows of the cowled individuals. Perhaps it was just the chill of the time of year. Hadn't it been summer when he had done this last? He'd been winded when he'd reached the top of the stairs that time- he'd been sure it was because of the heat.
There really wasn't a perfect time to do this, heat or cold.
The altar stood resolute before him again, and he stood as harshly against the cold as he could. He lays out the pieces, arranging them carefully after unwrapping them from the careful bundle. The Mind crystal in the center, as he always had it- and the two fire crystals there. He sat one on one side, and one on the other. He holds the berries in one palm, and then stared down at the blade. He swallows thickly.
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Post by Renathan on Jan 16, 2022 21:08:43 GMT -6
The mammalian was quite deft with his hands, and he liked to keep things neat as he worked. He tried to get into the mindset of 'work' as he performed the required tasks. He had to remember the steps, so he murmured them quietly beneath his breath and beneath the mask as he did them. Of course, the ingredients were arranged on the slab of the altar (and he very pointedly ignored the blood the best he could) and then he glances down at the three berries while grabbing the old familiar blade from the top of the altar. It was strange how comfortable the horrid thing felt in his palm now.
He breathes in, and then pops the berries into his mouth. Their sweetness was a rare treat, one that he wished was less rare- it would be nice to make sweets out of them for his higher-borne customers. However, he knew their true worth. Without them, the next part could be worse than the simplicity of an extreme pain.
He made the incision immediately after, his hold on the ritual blade quite well-practiced at this point. He opened up along the old scar, on the top of his forearm since it was less painful that way- each year it hurt less and less. Each ingredient received a drop a piece, placed with the utmost care. Once each piece (the round pale pink crystal and each of the two fiery ones) had a drop of blood on them, he waited. The worst part was yet to come- and when it did he allowed his knees to buckle so that he'd hopefully wake later without a headache.
It hurt- it always did, but it was the bit of this process never got any better and caused the worst of the dread.
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Post by NPC on Feb 16, 2022 14:56:00 GMT -6
Node creation: success! Cooldown period ends on 16th January 2023
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