*don deerstalker hat* Continuing the case of the cracked amulets from Plague Not This Sacred Space. Jump to the last log for rituals.
"Suddenly, it feels like..." Adrenthorne whispers hurriedly. "Like I'm being
watched. Hunted. Is..is it the same for you?"
With: Hinagar Adrenthorne Calfuray Galaphyrae Hiari Huskii Ilvisar Tristanna Xiran
Afterward, Calfuray squared off against an onslaught of storm sylphs that Xiran fled from. Xiran later crossed paths with Veara, and the glaive maiden moved to protect Lisae and mist sylphs.
Clearing his throat, speaking louder above the weather, Elthadean Lunseer says,
"I *said* that I was wondering what ideas you might have for supplicating to the
Hallowed Crone in this. I dare not--."
The sky above you ripples and quavers, suddenly carved into by bolt after
furious bolt of lightning. They trace the skies with breathtakingly furious
beauty, blanketing it like waves tormented upon the surface of an ocean, rending
you, for a moment, speechless with the terrible awe of witnessing disaster on
such a cataclysmic scale.
With: Elthadean Galaphyrae Hiari Huskii Veara Xiran
The blood which smears the Avatar's palm begins to bead, rolling upon its flat like quicksilver. "By My Blood will you know Mine and acquiesce, or by My Blood will you be banished forevermore!"
Lisaera's grip upon Galaphyrae's wrist grows tighter, even as her skin grows more wan.
With: Lisaera Elthadean Galaphyrae Calfuray Hiari Honeey Ilvisar Tristanna Veara Xiran
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Xiran hesitates to commit ink to the official scroll. Cue tiny ritual
4. Scribing the Changing of the Trinity
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