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Sapphira exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.
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Sapphira waits for quiet, before lifting her voice enough to be heard by all. "Raising a Vernal
Ascendant is no small decision, with a narrow focus or purpose. To do so, is an investment of power, 
of trust, and of honour."
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Caressing your ear, the voice of Sapphira whispers, "Whatever makes you more comfortable."
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Gesturing towards the Megalith, Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, the Ensanguined Aesthete says, "By
unlocking the Megalith of Doom, we empower an individual, granting them new personal powers to fight 
on behalf of the city, as one of our champions."
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Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, the Ensanguined Aesthete says, "And yet, there is more to this honour
than prowess on the battlefield. A Vernal Ascendant is one who represents Magnagora before the basin 
of life, one who should uphold our ideals, fight for our causes, and defend our people and nation. 
One who is above reproach, and who serves the city as an exemplary citizen."
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Sapphira pauses for a moment, glancing at those gathered before she turns to address you. "Uzriel
d'Vanecu, you have been nominated by your peers and selected by the Iron Council for this 
prestigious honour. Please step forward."
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You have emoted: Uzriel steps forward to stand beside Sapphira.
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Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, the Ensanguined Aesthete says, "You were chosen, not for one small
purpose, but for a greater one. Not just because you are one who chooses to fight, but because you 
are the embodiment of Magnagoran ideals."
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Gesturing with one hand, Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, the Ensanguined Aesthete says, "One who
bloodies the battlefield in Magnagora's name, but also one who holds himself with nobility and 
dignity; one who engages in her culture and innovation, in pursuing our goals and ambitions - You 
were chosen, because in all you do, you further the Engine."
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Sapphira allows the smallest smile to tug at the corner of her mouth before she continues, loud
enough still for all to hear. "Magnagora is a nation of many parts, and you are called to stand for 
each and all of them, in defense and in honour." She pauses again, letting her words sink in. Then, 
putting her hands into a pouch, she withdraws each in a clenched fist, sand and dark soil spilling 
from between her fingers.
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Kalas Zagreus, the Devouring Blade says, "Oh no, not the pocket sand."
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Zagreus quickly ducks down.
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Sapphira gives Zagreus an amused look
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Gazing disappointedly off into the distance, Raezon summons a ball of azure flame into His hand.
With nary a motion, the ball of flame flies up into the sky and begins to arc in the direction 
Raezon stares before falling sharply.
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Fthora curtseys gracefully before Raezon.
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Zagreus gives Raezon a respectful salute.
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Niavene inclines her head politely to Raezon.
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You bow respectfully to Raezon.
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Clearing her throat and sprinkling the dirt around Uzriel's feet, Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, the
Ensanguined Aesthete says, "You stand for the plane of Earthe; for the Earthen Lords and the 
creatures therein, for the taint that runs through the blessed soil. Know the blessing of Earth, 
find within the strength to stand firm against all who seek to oppose you."
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Kailanna curtseys gracefully before Raezon.
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Silvanus inclines his head politely to Raezon.
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Vella inclines her head politely to Raezon.
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Sapphira dusts her now empty hands before continuing in a resounding tone. "The Sacred plane of Nil;
the Demon Lords and Lady and all their subjects, you stand for them. For the teachings they have 
granted us, their power, their truths. You represent them, and so to are you called to protect them. 
May the Five grant you wisdom and favour, as you receive their blessing."
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Sapphira nods towards Kailanna.
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Kailanna presses a thumb to your forehead, a cold shiver creeping down your spine as she offers the
dark blessings of the Demon Lords of Nil upon you.
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The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Sapphira's lips.
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Sapphira spreads her hands wide. "Magnagora is blessed with the patronage of the greatest divine to
have returned from the Void: Lord Fain, of the Red Masque, Lord Morgfyre, the Legion, Lord Raezon, 
the Forbidden, Lady Drocilla, the Enchantress, and Lord Thax, the Machine. As They have aligned with 
us, so too do we give Them our honour, allegience and devotion."
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You sense the passage of Shango to the south with a dainty pair of neatly formed ears.
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Lady Grey Sapphira d'Vanecu, the Ensanguined Aesthete says, ""You are marked as the Enchantress'
own; yet as Magnagora's Vernal Ascendant, you will stand for all of our Pantheon. May Their enemies 
be yours, and tremble to behold you. May They smile upon your words and actions, and bless your 
steps as you toil for the city.""
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Fingertips grazing the hollow of her throat, Sapphira's gaze lingers upon you as an enchanting
redolence swathes your senses and smudges the dreary reality away with a palette of nocturne's 
beauty. In this sultry vision of the world in the Enchantress' image, the haunting chill of eventide 
is silk upon your skin and the heady fragrance of vespertine blooms invokes whispers promising the 
fulfillment of all desires. Before you are ready, the night-imbued splendour fades away, leaving a 
feeling of unrestrained longing.
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Sapphira clears her throat and lowers her hand, speaking all to hear, but her gaze is unwavering
from you. "We put our trust in you, all of us - Geomancers, Nihilists, Cacophony, Ninjakari and 
ur'Guard; The Society, the Heralds and the Infernals; from the lowest contemptible and pariah to the 
nobility and Iron Council - We honour you this day, as the epitome of Magnagora. For your efforts to 
fight and defend, for your refinement and cultural influence, and for your upstanding reputation and 
determination to ever further the Mighty Engine of Transformation. We name you our new Vernal 
Ascendant."
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Kailanna opens the powers of the Megalith of Doom to you.
You step towards the Megalith of Doom as Kailanna unlocks its deepest powers. You place your hands
on it, spreading deep cracks and fissures across its stone surface, drinking of its intoxicating 
Taint as thrumming power fills the air and pours through your mortal coil. Hordes of demons fill the 
air with the flapping of their leather wings as you are suffused by incredible powers, and rise as a 
Vernal Ascendant!
A new Ascendant rises! By decree of Warlady Kailanna and with full support of the Iron Council, let
it be known that the Grand Dominion of Magnagora has this day imbued Uzriel with the energies of the 
Megalith of Doom, raising a Vernal Ascendant!

Ianir said:

Selenity said:

I tried to write a romance/love story as Selenity.

Selenity wrote something closer to a horror story instead.

Damn it.

To be entirely fair, romance in Lusternia is often a horrifying thing.

Mysrai said:

Ianir said:

Selenity said:

I tried to write a romance/love story as Selenity.

Selenity wrote something closer to a horror story instead.

Damn it.

To be entirely fair, romance in Lusternia is often a horrifying thing.

Your wife dies, your crush gets kidnapped to glomdoring, your love shards, your sister-mate gets nommed by a Soulless, et infinitum