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- Gathering his bearings, Lum faces to the north and presses a length of chalk against
- the floor. In one deliberate movement, he traces a clockwise circle until it is
- complete, and stands up again.
- Solemnly undoing the clasps and buckles of his armour, Lum takes a few moments to
- remove it entirely and places it in the centre of the circle, the gebu and gebo runes
- on the breast facing upwards.
- He continues to draw his rapiers, and places them besides his armour in the centre of
- the circle, the left pointing towards the north, the right towards the south.
- Lum retrieves a sturdy runing stick strapped to his thigh by two loops and takes a
- firm grip.
- Lum says with a faint Theran accent, "Warlocks, thank you for joining me in my ritual.
- My purpose and process are simple, but no less meaningful: On this day, I wish to
- herald winter, and request the blessing of Whiirh."
- As he talks, Lum traces the circle clockwise, applying a good measure of gold ink to
- his stick. He sketches a continuous chain over the chalk circle, the gebo rune.
- Lum says with a faint Theran accent, "Winter denotes the death of some, and beginnings
- for others. It creeps, stalks across the land, as a silent predator, encompassing all."
- Dipping his runing stick in more gold ink, he sketches four shields between each of
- the cardinal points of the cricle.
- Lum says with a faint Theran accent, "However, it can also be explosive, instant and
- violent, a raucous blizzard tearing through the lands."
- Stepping towards the north of the circle, Lum sketches a flurry of lightning bolts
- within it, the isaz rune. "The storm is coming," he says, causing the air to crackle
- faintly. "I call upon thee, Air, to cleanse this place."
- Continuing clockwise to the east of the circle, Lum sketches a volcano within it, the
- thurisaz rune. "The flames breathe and devour," he says, and the etched lines slowly
- fill with vibrant lava. "I call upon thee, Fire, to cleanse this place."
- Continuing clockwise to the south of the circle, Lum sketches a rising sun within it,
- the dagaz rune. "The seas reflect our souls," he says, making the rune glow warmly.
- "I call upon thee, Water, to cleanse this place."
- Finally stepping towards the west of the circle, Lum sketches a mountain range within
- it, the othala rune. "Yet the world endures," he says, and the ground rumbles softly.
- "I call upon thee, Earth, to cleanse this place."
- Lum says with a faint Theran accent, "As Winter dawns, with subterfuge or violence,
- so must we all adapt. Animals, trees, our private rituals, Winter does not give way
- to us- we give way to it."
- Applying blue ink to his runing stick, Lum sketches a large ball of ice around his
- arms and armour, the hugalaz rune, and finishes it with a flourish. The air grows
- crisp and sharp, a frosty wind emanating from it.
- Lum swiftly connects the chain and shield of his armour to the hugalaz on the ground,
- mingling the inks, containing the power of the latter rune.
- Lum watches as ice crystals catalyse and spread over his armour and weapons, giving
- it a dull, frosty sheen. After a moment, he grasps the hilts of his rapiers and lifts
- them from the floor, seemingly requiring some effort and causing the chain of the
- gebo rune to glow slightly.
- He agilely twists the blades in upright circles besides him, completing the circle
- with a violent double-slash towards the ground. A keening scrape denotes that just the
- very tips of his weapons raked across his armour, breaking the chain and shield
- symbols on it.
- Lum watches as the runes seem to glow in a vibrant sheen before flashing out, now
- simple drawings on his armour. The hugalaz rune, now uncontained, explodes in a
- flurry of snow, ice and hail but recoils when it meets the unbroken chain that
- denotes the circle within which this all happens, mists coiling back inwards, making
- the circle somewhat reminiscent of the inside of a snowglobe.
- Lum says in a faint Theran accent, "As winter slowly creeps, so can it expand
- violently. What it takes and what it leaves standing depends on our ability to adapt."
- Lum says in a faint Theran accent, "As the gates are opened, I would like to invite
- those within the circle to chant after me."
- Lum chants in a deliberate voice, "Hail the Guardian of the East, Whiirh, I summon the
- powers of the Air!"
- <chant>
- Lum chants in a deliberate voice, "Windswept meadow, breath of life, fantastic torrent
- removing strife!"
- <chant>
- Lum chants in a deliberate voice, "With clarity, the power to Know, we invoke you!"
- <chant>
- *missing*
- Lum says in a faint Theran accent, "I offer this suit of full plate armour, a
- culmination my knowledge of forging, my effort in forging it, and my pride in having
- made it, resembling my intellect, my physical prowess and my ego."
- Lum puts a shimmering suit of fullplate on an altar.
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