the dragonstone ritual

[01:35] Within the main grounds before the temple of the Fireblooded would Noel bring forth her fellow priestess.

The grace of the distant magma pool paired with her own giddy state made it clear that there was something heavily planned underneath the countenance of the Forgemaster.

"Today... I'm in big needin'. I need help in a ritual, and to be honest, you're the only other capable person for what I had in mind." With the remainder of the sect vied more heavily on the aspect of brute force, the blacksmith had yearned for someone more spiritual in their devotion.

From her pack, two items are brought into view. One had been the familiar essence of a peckish nature, collected from the White Wolf temple they had invaded. The other was the gift unto her by the council of drakes, the brimming dragonstone.

Easily two powerful items united into one purpose.

"We're holding a ritual to call for her presence." To lean upon sin, to bring forth an aspect of a dragon they had long groomed; the consumption of human flesh. The swift end of a life. "Through this I hope to create the final piece in the puzzle. An actual blessin' from Naysien herself, livin' within the tome I yearn to write."
(Noel Serpente)
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[01:35] {Item} You drop Essence Of Sin - Gluttony.
[01:35] {Item} You drop Dragonstone Of The Council.
[01:42] Kamille tilts her head slightly, before Noel's explanation finally makes sense. She needed a ritual, something that could bring these two items together in a way that would please the Black Dragon who watched over the two of them. Yet, the essence of living degeneracy was one of consumption, much like the act of sacrifice they give to the Wyrmlings.

Demonic, but it could be shifted. Cleansed of the taint that is unneeded, so that it's true purpose may serve the endless gullet of Naysien.

"Oh, of course Noel. You actually respect me like a normal member of the Ebonblooded, so I can easily lend my passions for this project of yours. Though-"

The invasive nature of Sin swirls around the Ebonblooded's tower. It claimed all of them, even Kamille. Yet, while the flame of her depravity was naught but sputtering ember compared to Foster, this essence was to be commemorated to the Black Dragon.

So, she'd help do so.

"You asked me to dance the last time, and it's not a bad option. Chanting isn't terrible, either. Let me prepare a small ritual site."

A few scales of her own are plucked from her arm, ground into a thin powder, and placed around the two of them and the item. She directs herself back to Noel.

"What do you think will help you best for this?"
(Kamille)
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[01:49] Perhaps it was simply easy to win the respect of the priestess, or mayhaps it was another aspect that had drawn her to a disposition as such. Yet she herself could not deny the utter acceptance she had to her fellow priests and priestesses.

After all, the grueling process of becoming one alone would have been enough of a trial of worthiness as is.

"Well, y'know me," she chimes. "If there's one thing I'm an expert of, it's dances. Most especially that of Naysien's… tiny but notable amount."

By no means was the Ebon Dragon known for their ritualistic rhythm, yet the few she were aware of had been kept within her mind and held onto dearly with great purpose.

Yet one thing in particular does pique her interest. One she had come to learn in their time amidst Garljing's Coat.

A finger lingers to point to one of the revered magma pools within the temple. A singular piece of stone upon its center acted as an island amidst a sea of orange.

"Y'ever seen an ember walk before?" She asks. "The folks here make use of that to test youngin's for who's capable of becomin' a Dragonlord."

"It's supposed to be a big thing, Naysien knows what the fake dragon worshippers here did instead." An eye roll practically exuded disdain for those who had fled the Coat.

Cowardice among fake dragons. The hilarity.

"I'm thinkin' we can pose and do one of her dances there," she suggests. "Maybe the presence of the blessed pool'll have her show up. It happened once before, I don't see how it couldn't happen again."

Considering the fact that this were being suggested by the member of the Ebonblooded that hated the heat the most? Devotion had been more than clear in her wishes.
(Noel Serpente)
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[01:49] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[01:56] {Item} You picked up Essence Of Sin - Gluttony. Dropped by Noel Serpente..
[01:56] {Item} You picked up Dragonstone Of The Council. Dropped by Noel Serpente..
[01:58] Kamille thinks for a moment, before nodding to herself and beginning the lengthy process of taking off her armored sandals and pulling up the sleeves on her kimono. When did she get a kimono? It doesn't matter, it was in Naysien's color scheme and it looked adorable on her.

"You know what, I didn't take you for someone who liked to dance. Dancing on the embers is a pretty good idea, especially if we're grabbing Her attention."

With her wardrobe adjustment complete, she goes through the rigourous preparations of in-place stretches. Pulling a hamstring in the middle of a ritual is a very quick way for an elder dragoness to utterly laugh at your attempts to please her.

They weren't Fireblooded, they were better.

Besides, Kamille was in near-perfect physical shape despite her run-in with the vampiress. Just a bit paler due to bloodloss, nothing big.

While there was a mild bit of hesitation before Kamille dipped her scaled foot into the literal boiling magma, she gives Noel a confident nod before stepping on the sizzling black rocks.

Thankfully, her faith was utterly stalwart.

"Come on in, the water's fine."

A very small smile is give, before she takes position on the actual land. They had more than enough space for a call to Naysien. Especially with dance.
(Kamille)
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[01:58] {Item} You drop Essence Of Sin - Gluttony.
[01:59] {Item} You drop Dragonstone Of The Council.
[02:09] "Heh, I'm just a bundle of surprises, y'know?" A clear motion of jest and boasting would Noel uphold a veil of cockiness. Yet one could not be as more calculated then her.

Slowly, she follows suit with Kamille. As one of the sect's few humans, the embers of flames was—by no means—safe or comfortable.

And yet, her skips before the lava would somehow come unscathed. Conjured winds allow her to walk upon the air long enough to glide through the magma like a water strider.

Her motions grow fluid, allowing the winds to guide her motions before finally coming to stand across her fellow priestess.

Despite this, this heat was beyond unbearable. If she had shed her own shoes would singed flesh be simmering in the air by now. And even with it does the heat become painful to the Serpente.

However, piety and devotion above all.

"Let's..." She pants, already struggling to keep up, yet her intentions made it clear she were more than willing to continue such a ritual. "Let's do this."

Had they been one of the few who had done an 'ember walk'? Had the false Fireblooded not even bothered to do such a ritual prior to this and simply stole the title like it meant nothing?

If the pain Noel were enduring did anything, it was only to further instill the utter despise she had for such false prophets.

And yet, this was the optimal thing to occur. The distilled sense of agony amidst the will of revenge. Naysien would not have wished for this any other way.

Joining Kamille would the Forgemaster begin her motions.

Fuild, flexible, soft; all paired with jagged and swift jerks upon the motions of her hands and feet. The depiction of the descending dragoness, paired with her immediate prowess of attack, much like a contemporary dance of symbolisms.

"To Naysien, we beseech for your blessin'," she chants. Her hands motion upon the Dragonstone, latent with untouched power as the Essence of GLuttony shivers. The cleansing of it to turn such a reveration to the White Wolf to Naysien's was in motion.

Yet who better to accomplish this that one who had equal beliefs yet stronger faith? Kamille.
(Noel Serpente)
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[02:09] Noel Serpente says, "*Fluid"
[02:18] Truthfully, Kamille had long since lost her sense of pain.

If it was not a wound that would injure her greatly, her body simply tuned it out. The shock of her world changing forced her mind to cope, and outright removing certain harmful sensations allowed the Drakenite to thrive as a priestess.

Her dance is physical. A demonstration of athletic prowess, the desire to take vengeance with her own two hands. However, her secondary nature of the bones that quite literally rip her own body apart to heal help her to stay afloat.

Small bone spurs, growing to keep her grounded with her movements.

Kamille's expression during all of this is locked within a look of devoted awe. It was within these rituals, where even her body was given towards a higher purpose. She was Naysien's blade, Her instrument, and Her vessel for such worships.

"The body is Naysien's temple. The mind is Naysien's fortress. The soul is Naysien's possession. The body is Naysien's temple. The mind is-"

She's chanting now under her breath. This gift they crafted was for Noel, but through Kamille's words and actions would that aspect of devotion be granted.

For her downfall was devotion. A similar hunger, but one she sought for herself. A carnality that she did not quite understand. Take away the self, and that blessing would be Noel's.

"To Naysien, we beseech for your blessing."
(Kamille)
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[02:29] On would their dance unto their goddess progress. While Kamille thrives further, numb to the heat and focused purely upon the offering, Noel had begun to slow.

Barely cresting the peaks of the magma had been both stressful and quite taxing. The winds could only keep her aloft for so long after all.

And yet, she is unrelenting. Unwilling to let exhaustion best her.

The thirst in her throat, the yearning for control, and the wish to behold the world to Naysien's fury. This much kept her alive and working.

Slowly, the Essence of Gluttony shivers. What was once the somber piece offered by cultists of the White Wolf would shatter. For, a new hungering presence is beholden into its grasp.

Naysien's.

It sinks, the wisps of white flowing from its form and pulsating into the Dragonstone. A willing holder.

In a sudden burst of ebony would the stone shiver. Two immense power sources unite, and through Naysien's blessing would they work such a thing into her will.

"Praise to the Ebon Dragon," she mutters, relieved by their action's outcome. "Praise."
(Noel Serpente)
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[02:44] A reward, in it's own right.

Kamille's dance is for one person in the end. The gaze of a being she might never be able to fully capture. Even Ysorra's apparent animosity and ambivalence to Kamille wanes ever so often; but she was not ready to fully take on the attention of Naysien.

Only in brief sessions. When she devoted her entire existence to this dragon, this great being that had plucked her from happiness and dropped her into the living hel that was Esshar.

But it wasn't so bad. Not when she lived. Not when she could worship, and have the attention of those who could receive Naysien's blessings and teachings through her.

She regains a sense of consciousness as the dance dies, finishing her motion to gaze upon the newly forged Dragonstone. One with a hunger that matched Naysien's brood, vengeance born from the desire to see the children of the Black Dragon never go without satiation.

When Noel has her prize, she bows to the wisp of Naysien's presence.

"Praise be."

With that bit of work out of the way, she daintily gets out of the lavapool and shakes off the excess molten material back into the pond. Looking over to Noel to check on her condition.

"Was it everything you were hoping it would be?"
(Kamille)
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[02:51] As if the period had been placed upon the end of the sentence would their ritual be accomplished. She had been thankful such a moment occurred within the silence of the main grounds of the temple. If this were made anymore public would she feel like she might have fallen.

But, luckily, such was not the fate for her now.

Swiftly, the winds drag her across onto the stone tiles. Gone from the heat as the Forgemaster immediately goes into a deep pant and cough.

The suffocation of smoke and heat had not been ideal, yet their accomplished goal had left Noel more than happy with the results. And this was despite the utter penance she had endured to achieve such a thing.

It takes her moments, breathing deeply in an attempt to reassert herself into a composed state. Only whence she had slowly recovered that she responds, unrelentingly. "This..." She huffs, "This was honestly more than what I'd thought it'd be."

Long had her channelings with Naysien been most successful amidst material things; a sea of lava and the Dragonforge beyond other things. If her praises didn't felt received before, now she surely felt it.

"I thank y'for this, really." Appreciation to her fellow priestess. Perhaps the support alone had helped her trudge through the strenuous task they were befallen into doing. "I think... I'm finally complete with what I gotta do," she answers.

Long had she been making arms for the temple's members. And now, another would soon join its ranks.
(Noel Serpente)