Sabbath

[19:46] Sath gave a respectful nod as Serenity introduced him, trying not to let the surprise that she had another apprentice show too visibly on his face.

"Nice to meet you, Lavinia." He murmured politely, followed by a quick wave.

In truth, he had been far more eager to mentor under Serenity as a doctor rather than an occultist. But he supposed it was only a matter of time before he was thrust into a situation where combat magic would preserve his life far better than medicine.

"I'm ready to head to the Sabbath whenever you are, Lady Vander."
(Sath)
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[19:46] Rain Multhunder says, "You seem to be quite confident in your skills. It makes me wonder if you'll one day try to wrestle with the Corruptor."
[19:46] Elias says, "Odd detail that I've only just noticed.."
[19:46] Serenity Vander says, "Very well, we will depart now."
[19:47] The tail was indeed red... Much redder than his natural hair color, at least. It swishes behind him, hidden from view.

"No need to worry about that."
(A'Neje Dhoreci)
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[19:49] Serenity arrives with all three of her apprentices, gazing upon those already gathered. A nod was offered, before her gaze shifts to those who had followed behind.

"Glad to see you could make it, Ryu. Now we will wait until this commences."
(Serenity Vander)
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[19:50] Ryu says, "Okie dokie, Lady Vaaaanderrrr."
[19:50] Maeve doesn't mention she had to bring her in.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[19:50] Ryu was locked outside.
(Ryu )
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[19:51] Metztli sits upon the staircase. Waiting idly next to the shiny lady.
(Metztli)
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[19:55] Metztli says, "Delivery."
[19:55] Tonashi Botcher says, "OH"
[19:55] Tonashi Botcher says, "Maeve"
[19:55] Tonashi Botcher says, "How did it go with the idiots"
[19:56] Maeve Illumir says, "Yeees? Oh. Very easy~."
[19:56] SHE VISIBLY TREMBLES.
(Sibylle)
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[19:56] The bat throws a tun of alchemy ingredients at Tonashi. Some particularly rare ones, too.
(Metztli)
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[19:57] Tonashi Botcher says, "I will make you some invisbility potions soon"
[19:57] Metztli says, "Execellent."
[19:57] Metztli asks, "Are there any particular alchemy ingreidents you need, boss?"
[19:57] Sibylle says, "Whatthefuck."
[19:58] Metztli says, "Tonashi pays me to deliver him alchemy ingredients."
[19:58] Tonashi Botcher says, "Everything"
[19:58] Maeve Illumir says, "Ohhh, Tonashi. I found theeese."
[19:58] Tonashi Folds arms as the occult brims from his being
(Tonashi Botcher)
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[19:58] Metztli says, "It's a job that makes me be able to save up money to buy things I might need."
[19:58] Lavinia Walters says, "I now see what you meant, Mister Tonashi."
[19:58] Lavinia chuckled.
(Lavinia Walters)
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[19:58] Tonashi Botcher says, "...'"
[19:58] Tonashi Glad he behind a mask
(Tonashi Botcher)
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[19:58] Maeve got paid and doesn't even work with, or for, Tonashi.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[19:58] Taliyah says, "Isn't the, uh..."
[19:59] Taliyah says, "Anabelle, yes."
[19:59] Taliyah asks, "Supposed to be here?"
[19:59] Metztli says, "It's more freelance stuff..."
[19:59] Sibylle says, "Yes."
[19:59] Sibylle says, "I'm sure she'll be here."
[19:59] Tonashi Botcher says, "Everyone knows me for my ethics"
[19:59] Metztli says, "Anyone who pays me good rates can have me trade with them."
[19:59] Tonashi Botcher says, "Im not rich because i pau people"
[19:59] Douma says, "... Mm."
[19:59] Taliyah says, "A witch who's late! Funny."
[19:59] Tonashi Botcher says, "..."
[19:59] Metztli says, "It is not yet the witching hour."
[19:59] Sibylle says, "That's a really shitty pun."
[19:59] Maeve Illumir says, "Not let yet. She'll be on time, I bet."
[19:59] Sibylle says, "I'm actually -so- angry."
[20:00] Tonashi Botcher says, "Heh"
[20:00] Maeve Illumir says, "I was right."
[20:00] Tonashi Botcher says, "Right on time"
[20:00] Lavinia audience claps at annabelle's appearance.
(Lavinia Walters)
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[20:00] Ryu whispers: What are we doing..?
[20:01] Lavinia Walters whispers: Sabbath. Ritual by witches for . . . Special power and stuff.
[20:01] Ryu whispers: Will I turn into a dragon here..?
[20:02] Sath whispers: Ultimately you'll be cutting a part of yourself and giving an offering of blood into the bowl.
[20:04] Ryu whispers: Sounds... uhh weird!
[20:04] Ororo Boros whispers something.
[20:04] Anabelle Lockwood exclaims, "Ryaaan. Up here, next to me!"
[20:04] Ryan Speranza says, "..."
[20:04] Anabelle beckoned for the hooded prisoner to come forward with a taloned hand.
(Anabelle Lockwood)
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[20:04] Talla Botcher whispers something.
[20:04] Maeve couldn't help grinning at the prisoner she acquired.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[20:04] Tonashi Botcher whispers something.
[20:05] Talla Botcher whispers something.
[20:05] Tonashi Kisses her forehead
(Tonashi Botcher)
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[20:05] Ororo floats a few inches above the stairs, the golden trails of light that dance around her seem more refined than before. Her starry hues however seem to glow a vibrant green. She looks down upon the gathering crowd with a faint smile.
(Ororo Boros)
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[20:05] Tonashi Botcher whispers something.
[20:05] Tonashi Botcher whispers something.
[20:06] Talla Botcher whispers something.
[20:06] Tonashi Botcher whispers something.
[20:06] Talla Botcher whispers something.
[20:06] Tonashi Botcher whispers something.
[20:06] Talla Botcher whispers something.
[20:06] Tonashi Grumbles
(Tonashi Botcher)
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[20:06] "I was here the whole time." Anabelle said as she walked out from behind the tree she had apparently been napping beside. The Vale was and always would be her favorite place to rest.

The Supreme held her arms out and offered those gathered here a simple smile. "Welcome welcome all of you. Once again we gather for our dark Sabbath to partake of the essence among the natural air tonight."

Once more the great shadow of a beast stood behind its conjurer, and once more the Supreme held the ritualistic bowl in one hand and Elaide's Book of Shadows in the other. Smoke continued to pool out from the altar behind her, clouds as black as any ink, that drifted down the stairs and toward the gathered guests.

"And following our normally scheduled Sabbath, some announcements.. and a demonstration." The witch's shadow-clawed hand came down to pat Ryan on the head, and with a small giggle she soon calmed and bowed her head as if in prayer.

"Ororo, if you would." She asked quietly, offering the bowl to the Councilor beside her. Once there, Ana's shadow Belu reached down to cut across the witch's pale palm and allow her to bleed into the bowl meant to be passed toward all the others.
(Anabelle Lockwood)
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[20:09] Ryu sat down on the stairs and waited for instructions. Veles was going to give her the dream she'd been waiting on. She turns around to wave at the woman they were all crowded around.

This was a Sabbath huh..?

"ororororo…" She whispered to Lavinia, it was a cool name. She liked it.
(Ryu )
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[20:12] He is called, limping past the crowd and to the side of the Supreme. Not out of any want, but of compulsion. Walking up the steps with a single crutch keeping him moving, dragging behind his left leg.

A single steely-blue eye stares at all of them silently, the othera dull grey and unblinking. While his hood was up, his body was beyond pallid and gaunt. Every now and then, there would be a writhing under his skin. A colony of something that grew agitated at the crowd.

He prayed that this would be his death. That his throat would be slit and this torment would be over. It wouldn't be that easy- why else would they keep his body moving if not for something else?


(Ryan Speranza)
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[20:18] The Loa nods lightly, her greenish hues, Iris marked by Ouroboros itself. A black serpent eating its own tail could be seen etched into the vibrant green that replaced her once silver gaze.

A hand reaches out, golden mist like light dances around her skin as it seemed to pour from her tattoos, long serpentine markings that lined her entire physique and lead to the talons of black resting upon her waist. Further inspection would reveal the ink moving along her skin, animated by some unknown force.

The Bowl itself seems to float from Anabelles hand, resting in the air infront of the Loa as she exhales, wisps of gold line each delicate breath.

"Today we gather in His gaze, it is with His glory that we are bound." Her voice is songlike though her lips do not move when she speaks all could hear it clearly. A Telepathic sermon delivered with utmost skill, indistinguishable from thought, whisper or the actual use ofvocal chords.

"We offer our blood that the symphony might cling forever to the air, that those who fear it most might never lose its' rhythm." She cooed, holding her hand above the floating bowl as the Loa brought her serpentine Athame across her palm.

A trail of crimson blood pours into the bowl, faint wisps of gold dance around it as it descends. Ororo clenches her palm as the cut itself disappears and she lowers her hand. Slowly, the bowl floats on towards the next person to offer.

The Loas glowing green hues scan the crowd, looking at each and every one of them. Her gaze not upon them but their very souls and the energies attached to them. Ororo smiles, it had been so long since she had been around living things.
(Ororo Boros)
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[20:20] Douma whispers something.
[20:23] This was certainly a slightly different Sabbath than their last, they had met Ororo many years ago, likely when she was still a teenager herself.. how things had changed since then.

It was before hostilities had even broken out, but here they stood now.. on similar sides if not the same. Waiting for the bowl to reach them their blood is extracted with a slashed palm, giving their share before passing it along.

There was certainly going to be something interesting happen here..? Though what that would be is the real question.
(Paradox)
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[20:23] Like everyone else the ookami would do as he usual does when it came to the Sabbath. Doing a prayer as he prepared. He would use a claw and cut into his scar on his chest. Taking the blood and pouring it into the cup.

"Praise to the Dark Lord."

Passing the bowl to whoever. These moments showed a lot of people. It will soon be more soon or later.
(Tonashi Botcher)
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[20:23] Whether it came to her first, or last, Maeve had taken her turn in departing with some measure of her blood - the same blade from her first Sabbath glides across her open palm to slice it open.

Held above the bowl, scarlet trickles in and it is passed on.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[20:23] It had been little of a year since their last Sabbath, but it seemed things were as they always were. A larger crowd this time, Serenity bringing her group of apprentice witches.

When the bowl finally reaches her, she quickly adds her blood to the collection, before passing it along.

"An offering to the Dark Lord."

The witch muttered to her breath, more so to Ryu, Sath, and Lavinia. It wasn't Sath's first ritual, but she hadn't quite explained it properly the last time either.

After it is distributed, her gaze drifts back to the Elysium witches, before falling upon the prisoner. Perhaps they would finally get a show? It had been a long time since she had seen a person sacrificed.
(Serenity Vander)
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[20:24] Lemuria was ever-so-eager to offer her blood. Despite the events that have been transpiring as of late, Lemuria still enjoyed these rituals just as much as always. They were calming, perhaps therapeutic, making her feel connected with her fellow witches like nothing else had.

She quietly brought her own ceremonial dagger to her hand, slicing her palm and offering blood. She did not say anything- no ritualistic chants or anything- and merely went back to being silent, staring forward with a vacant, distant gaze. She was lost in thought, and welcomed any distractions for it.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[20:25] A finger pressed itself against her lips, eyesight glancing towards the whispering Spider before her own athame was withdrawn. As the bowl was passed along, the Seer was quiet, patient, waiting for her turn.

As it came to her, the Seer did force it to stop within the air, and that ceremonial blade plunged itself into her already scarred palm, drawing blood - which was generously squeezed into the bowl itself.

"We offer our blood to remind the world of the powers He's bestowed upon us all," The Seer muttered, not overly loud. It didn't rightly matter if the others heard her - what mattered was if He heard her. "We offer our blood so that he may never forget us, his humble servants." She purred out.

With the offering placed within the bowl, Sibylle beckons it to move ever forth, clenching her fist closed now to stem the flow of the blood.
(Sibylle)
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[20:25] When the bowl would come Metztli's way, she desired to act upon the ritual itself. It seemed to have some sort of benefit, and if the Bat desired to be apart of Moonfall's community, she should take part in their practices. A hand moved to the other's palm. And with a scratch and a brief wince, the Demoness allowed her blood to flow from the wound and into the bowl.

She may not be a pureblood, but even a Felblood's vitae was bound to have some benefits for those around.
(Metztli)
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[20:26] Sath was prepared this time. Sort of. Seeing that his turn to receive the bowl was soon arriving, the brown-haired man removed a knife from his satchel and kept the handle of the blade firmly clenched between his teeth.

Taking a careful grip of the offering bowl with one hand, he then raised his other hand up to his face and twisted his neck, dragging the sharp metal edge across his palm. He then held it over the bowl, flexing his muscles slightly in an attempt to squeeze more blood out.

Once he was satisfied with the amount he had drained from his body, he dutifully handed the bowl off to the next person waiting.
(Sath)
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[20:27] Ryu watches as blood flows and then she waited for her instructor to demonstrate what she needed to be doing. She looked up at the man who was being offered, she talked to him once. He was ready to die, maybe he was happy in this moment.

She looked at her arm and then she scratched it with her claw. Blood trickled down and she looked at Sath, she guessed she was supposed to let it trickle into a bowl, she took hold of the offering bowl and let her blood run into it.
(Ryu )
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[20:27] "An offering to the Dark Lord." He added quickly, as if just picking up on Serenity's cue.
(Sath)
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[20:27] It was questionable whether bringing a kid along was a good idea. Certainly, this was educational, but was the little drakanite at her place? A look of concern reigned on her expression as she'd peer over at Ryu.

Now, three figures were to take the stand. Three very particular individuals, very much distinct from one another.

One was the supreme with the looming monstrosity at its side.

One was the Loa with a peculiar ambition for a Hunt.

One was a man who seemed more broken than anything.

When the blood-bowl had arrived, Lavinia's limber tail would rise, employing its scales to sever some of the skin of her palm and prompt some blood to drop as an offering to the dark lord. No flinching or blinking, done as if it were as mundane as picking plants.

"An offerin' to the Dark Lord." She mimicked her teacher.

Her gaze remained fixed on the three leading entities of this gathering. Favouring the outlier amongthem, the poor Ryan.
(Lavinia Walters)
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[20:31] Never done this thing before but her brother was doing it so why shouldn't she? The girl slitting her flesh to praise the Darklord. Her blood floating in the air for a moment before entering in the bowl as well. Maybe this darklord will revenge her nephew.

"An offer for the Dark Lord."

She repeated after
(Talla Botcher)
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[20:33] Anabelle Lockwood says, "Tonashi, Lemuria, please step forward."
[20:35] Anabelle watched as everyone fulfilled their part of the Sabbath, at least those meant to share their blood like this. Once the bowl finally came back to her, the Supreme let its contents ignite with occultic flames that created even more potent plumes of darkness.

The witch breathed in,
and breathed out.
And with that breath took in her share of essence and power.

When it was finished, Anabelle's hands came together before her and her silvery crown mask turned to the crowd once again.

"And in his name we gather." she started. "And it is in his name that we will continue on. Moonfall grew quiet over the course of this constantly switching position of Supreme, but now we begin to make progress in organizing ourselves. In becoming something a little more."

A pale hand gestured toward Lemuria and then Tonashi.

"Please step forward the both of you. Join us on the steps." As they might walk toward her, Anabelle continued to speak. "Lemuria Augustus, one of the most brilliant minds of our village, will be opening our very first School of Occultism. I'd like for you all to support her and spread the word, for it is only in opening the doors to others to join us that we will find growth in our numbers."

Her head slightly turned to Tonashi next. "And our very own Tonashi Botcher, the Loyal Merchant, has been given the position of Caravan Master. The market and the trading post are now his domain. The crafters will fall under his care. And I expect to see money begin to flow through here again."

Anabelle quieted, allowing for both to state whatever they might wish to the congregated before she shared more herself.
(Anabelle Lockwood)
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[20:42] The Loa floats silently, hanging in plain sight above Anabelles left side. She continues to look upon those taking part of the sabbath with a strange detached curiosity akin to someone watching a snowglobe. As the sudden rush of essence washes over her she too takes it in, the faintest trails of gold escaping her breath and mingling with her corona of light.

A Light tilt of her frame causes her garb to flow gently against her dark skin further accentuating it and adding to her allure. Though starlight did pour from her form her brightness was not an overpowering one, It was almost as if the darkness itself perpetuated by that light danced with her as well, perfect control of the cosmic spotlight she danced within.

Her greenish hues fall upon Tonashi and Lemuria as she nods, she knew them both once or perhaps the one she once was knew them, how long had it been since she had truly been Ororo Boros? A thought that seemed to crawl its way past the many fleeting thoughts that came from the crowd. The Loa ignored it, after all what had belonged to her vessel now belonged to the Mother of Serpents.

This physical form merely needed time to adjust is all.
(Ororo Boros)
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[20:45] Lemuria's train of thought was interrupted. Luckily for her, she was dragged out of the chasm of her own mind by Annabelle, and so, she stepped forward, listening to what the Supreme had to say. She remained stone-faced, calm, and focused, up until...

Lemuria Augustus, one of the most brilliant minds of our village

Oh geez. It took every ounce of willpower she had to not blush at that. Hearing such a compliment from the Supreme, of all people, completely caught her off guard.

"...o-oh."

An awkward pause. A moment of silence. She cleared her throat, then addressed the crowd, as if none of that had ever happened. It was a careful dodge of her own potential awkwardness. TO her, at least.

"The magic of self-expression is something that must be spread far and wide, and teaching it has always been one of my greatest passions! If any of you or anyone you know have even the slightest interest in learning the occult, direct them to me and I will teach them all we need to know!"

Her voice echoed, loud and bombastic as ever, her persona of an actress in full effect.

"Let us share in the opportunity to dim the blinding lights of this world!"

But then, she whispered one final thing under her breath, before politely bowing to the crowd.

"I also teach philosophy and art appreciation."
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[20:46] Ryan spits on the ground in English degree.
(Ryan Speranza)
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[20:47] Shallina pulls out her flute...
(Shallina)
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[20:47] Walking up the stairs was pure confidence. "Thank you Supreme."

The ookami would smirk big as he would come and smile at everyone. Removing his mask.

"Hello everyone. You all know me and some who doesn't know me. I be watching over profits and other matters. For those who work for me you still will be paid. But also expect to be paid for your work from how much effort you put forth. Any crafters or upcoming crafters seeking any advice or shop come seek me out." He would then rub his chin.

"For the glory of the Dark Lord. For the success of Moonfall I shall hope you all see great improvement. Because if anyone knows me well. I plan to take down every market place who competes with Moonfall. If you want to learn starting in crafting I will supply you with ingredients" If anyone knew the man. They knew he wasn't kidding. The ookami would do anything for the success of business to go well. Even it meant merchant war.

"Bring friends. Bring customers. My sister Talla is also a upcoming crafter. So ask for assistance if so from her. Allies. Friends. New comers. Lets make Moonfall the top village of them all."

He look to the undead. "Mylo's Trading Paradise is also the post for allies of Moonfall to gather for business. If you seek a meeting I will arrange it. If you seek to drink or collect information. Same thing. I will do my very best for the Dark Lord and you all."
(Tonashi Botcher)
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[20:48] Sibylle clapped lightly for the two of them before stopping. Her hand was still bleedy.
(Sibylle)
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[20:48] Alita quietly claps her hands, moreso for Lemuria than Tonashi, she's closer with her teacher.
(Alita Tym)
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[20:49] Lavinia claps because other people are.
(Lavinia Walters)
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[20:49] Alita wonders if she'll eventually be recognized as a member of the coven by the supreme.. they never interact
(Alita Tym)
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[20:50] Ryu claps because everyone else is clapping.
(Ryu )
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[20:50] Ryu exclaims, "Woo!"
[20:53] Blushes lightly yet still claps. She didn't expect him to throw her name out to the crowd. Now she would have to try harder than ever to reach master in crafting.
(Talla Botcher)
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[20:55] "Do aid the both of them if they ask. We breathe life into our village with each student, and provide what interests are most needed with the coin." Anabelle nodded her head again, offering something of a friendly look to Sibylle and the others who clapped.

"As for other matters; meetings between myself and some of the other factions outside of our enemies in Osrona have yielded some results. As it stands presently and as I hope it will continue to stand.." phantom blue eyes scanned the crowd like a mother giving her child a firm ruling, "We stand with the Dark Tower and Lady Veles on all fronts. The war against Osrona continues, and with whatever interests we are called upon to serve, we will do so."

A quiet passed if only to ensure all present heard the statement, and then Anabelle continued on with some pleasantries.

A clawed hand reached up to pull off Ryan's hood, revealingthe cadet to everyone.

"And finally, my very own apprentice Maeve has brought us this very valuable gift; a cadet of the First Light." The boy was clearly wounded and horribly injured. Some may question as to how he was even alive and standing.

"He is now Moonfall's doll, our guest of honor, our experiment." Ana ruffled Ryan's hair and giggled again. "I don't want anyone killing him! Not yet at least. I believe there will be much to gain from learning about his condition and about the curses I have placed on his soul."

A nod was given to Belu behind Anabelle, and with a sudden and quick roar, what was Ryan's shirt was torn open to reveal whatever injuries marked his torso.

"Show them your heart, my dear Ryan."
(Anabelle Lockwood)
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[21:02] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[21:02] His hood is thrown back, and the true extent of his condition is now revealed. Ryan looks completely like a corpse; ash-pale skin marked by bloated veins that pulse rapidly, before receding. One eye stayed completely dull and dead, while the other shifted rapidly between all in attendance.

They were making a spectacle about his suffering.

Shapes move under his skin; some long and fat while the others being tiny and thin. His body was host to a colony of some unknown worm, feeding on his viscera and mana. The shame of these makings was compounded by the group gawking at it.

When his shirt was sundered, his heart was exposed to them all. It was still, crawling and host to the colony of parasites. Yet even though it was stopped, he did not die.

"Why can you not just let me die?"

His voice was weak. Barely above a whisper.
(Ryan Speranza)
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[21:05] The Demon just watched what was going on with the witches. She personally, did not want to torture this cadet. It was not her personal prey, it was not her personal toy or pet. No use in breaking them if they did not belong to Metztli herself.
(Metztli)
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[21:06] There was an immediate giggle that rose from those onlookers - and it decidedly came from Sibylle herself, at the condition of the cadet. She couldn't help it - the laughter spilled between her fingers which had been pressed against her mouth, and eventually her hands drop before she forces the laughter to die away.

"He looks like a CORPSE!" She exclaimed hysterically, bouncing upon her feet in between the two Demons flanking her sides. It was clear from the Seer's expression that she was reveling in this display, and now her hands came up, clapping loudly - even as that blood dripped down her wrist and arm. "I want one!"

And it was true. She did want one. It would have been a lovely decoration for the Tower - and hadn't Veles put her in charge of decorating the tower? Ice statues were one thing - but... To have humans half dead, with a nonbeating heart? It brought a certain childish joy to Sibylle's features.
(Sibylle)
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[21:07] Alita's head curiously tilted when she noticed the parasites. A wide grin forming as she looked over the boy. Her eyes flickered over to Anabelle as the ginger gave an approving nod.

It reminded her of Cairn, and even though the two weren't exactly close, she did miss the druid. She never got to help him with any of his projects and that was a lesson and a half that she missed out on.

"Marvelous." just a single word offered.
(Alita Tym)
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[21:07] It was certainly something to see, the ashen corpse of a man more so than anything that was actually living. What had done this..? Visible things crawling beneath the skin.

"My my.." A soft voice emitting from beneath the mask. His heart wasn't moving, seemingly used as a nest of some sort for the parasites.
(Paradox)
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[21:08] Ryu tilted her head and sighed, this was a morbid path to becoming a dragon. She looked around to see how everyone else was responding. She saw Tonashi being praised, he did that for his son? That was beautiful.

"Wow.."

That's about all she had to say, she just sat there waiting.
(Ryu )
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[21:09] A sight to behold, certainly, the man most assuredly experiencing excruciating pain. While Serenity wasn't certain how it benefitted the Elysium's agenda, she could definitely appreciate the work of art.

While others seemed excited by the display, Serenity remained calm and aloof. Too many questions with so little answers, though she wasn't going to bother herself with it now.

"Interesting."

It seemed everyone was interested in altering humans, and it wasn't restricted to demons alone.
(Serenity Vander)
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[21:09] He would look to them all.

"Heh this indeed great work of the Dark Lord. Hopefully if I were to fall in battle I will end up like this. The power to come back from the dead. Such a marvelous blessing. You should consider this a honor Ryan." A big smile on his face. He wasn't kidding though. Tonashi even if he were to fall wanted to always have a backup plan. Talla was one of those plans.

"Hmph."

Soon he himself would learn witchcraft.
(Tonashi Botcher)
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[21:09] For the whole demonstration, Lavinia's attention remained directed at the hooded man. He was out of place, here in this Sabbath. After a few announcements and claps, the cadet's condition would be revealed for all to witness.

A squint was needed for the drakanite to realize to just what extent this man had been submitted to cruelty. It was disgusting, unnecessarily so. A scowl of revulsion took hold on her visage as she'd be brought to move her gaze away.

"Tsk."

She glanced over at her current witch tutor. A 'What the fuck is this' look was all she could muster right now, for she had no intention of catching too many eyes.
(Lavinia Walters)
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[21:09] Sath stared up with a grim expression at the grisly display of the corpse-like 'doll' that the Supreme had so gleefully presented. Having seen the full extent of the undead man before in the town center, thanks to Tonashi's handiwork, he was fairly desensitized to the sight of it at this point.

And yet, every time the moving cadaver spoke in its weakened, pitiful tone, the brown-haired man found it difficult to suppress the urge to wince, just a little bit.

Doing something mundanely fulfilling like studying art appreciation at Lemuria's school sure sounded good right about now.
(Sath)
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[21:10] Maeve's grin widened at the mention of her name being the one to have brought him in... It seemed she was responsible for this sort of experimentation being able to happen at the time it did. Just before this Sabbath it seemed.

"Oh me, oh my... A marvel meets my eye." She exclaims, her head steadily tilting to one side. It's like his body had become host to a nightmare in, and of, itself. It was almost exciting to see... Well, it was exciting actually.

"What is the plan, for this pale man?" She rhymes her inquiry, though - she's far from pushing on an answer. After all, it may not be a plan that everyone should hear.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[21:10] Shallina seems to hesitate while playing music for the crowd when Ryan's torso is exposed. She gasps, then returns, the tone of shifting to something slow and sorrowful for the man who pleads for death. Shallina does not share in such emotion however.
(Shallina)
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[21:13] The Loa giggled lightly, though that giggle seemed to come from almost everywhere as if she herself were on the edge of every ear, at the end of every thought. Effortlessly does she float beside the prisoner as she looked upon his form and the marvelous cacophony that was the energy dancing around Ryan and the parasites that plagued him.

"My my.. What wonderful work you have done~" Cooed the Loas disembodied voice, running a finger along the boys jawline as her touch brought a very fleeting and narcotic euphoria to the prisoner that disappeared as quickly as it came.

Her green hues fall upon the Supreme as the Loa tilts her head, shimmering locks of white dancer around her shoulders.

"Do let me know what I can do to help~" Continued her songlike echo as she turned her attention back to the boy.

"I do so enjoy playing with the Minds of the unwilling" There was a light chuckle, one that also seemed to escape her lips. The final sentence she spoke seemed to bore into Ryans mind as whispers and thoughts, echoes of countless voices speaking in unison.
(Ororo Boros)
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[21:13] Couldn't help but to laugh at his pain and suffering. The girl laughing quietly in the very back. She couldn't kill him without the superior's permission but she was slightly satisfied with his suffering. If only all the Osarians looked like this now. Her hands clenching into a fist. They killed Mylow. They deserved much worse than what Ryan was going through now. How dare he say that her nephew deserved to die.

Talla just remained quiet for now. They will pay eventually and she hoped it would be a slow and in agony unable to die even when they wanted to so bad. Her tail would give a small swish.
(Talla Botcher)
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[21:15] Maeve Illumir says, "<Minds of the unwilling... Same.>"
[21:15] "... How depraved." One such regal demon had never been a fan of such sights. He who had cleaved down hundreds now looking upon the suffering of man, those who were meant to serve and forever bend their knee?

Reduced and brought to a state to where they could serve no purpose, naught more than a frail man which could not even so much as struggle for their life.

Though, no action would dared be taken against these Witches enjoying this prize. Ever had it been known that certain demons relished in such sights, relished at seeing humans in pain and endlessly tortured.

Amused at such a waste of time and effort, all leading to the eventual death of one which could do naught.

Dull, those many eyes shifting elsewhere.
(Douma)
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[21:16] Ororo slowly turns her head towards Maeve, offering a wink as greenish stardust danced aroun her visage
(Ororo Boros)
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[21:17] Even though his hands and arms were emaciated, the leper grips onto the wooden crutch. This madness was a game to them. They wanted more of Ryan. More people brought to the edge of their sanity and physical strength for nothing more than a laugh.

He wanted to cry. To break down and lament until the day of his death. Until he was truly useless, so they could throw him away and let his soul escape this infested husk.

His voice rose out, loud enough to qualify as 'Room-level'.

"...Depraved, disgusting monsters."

A thin line of blood drew down his lip. Even speaking loudly caused him pain.

All he wanted to do was save those who could not save themselves.

(Ryan Speranza)
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[21:18] Sibylle exclaims, "Can he DANCE?!"
[21:18] Sibylle says, "Make. Him. Dance.~"
[21:19] Ryan Speranza says, "...I can't fucking -stand- on two legs."
[21:19] Anabelle took great personal pleasure in hearing the gasps and laughs and praises from the crowd. She giggled along with Sibylle, grinned at Ororo for the compliments, and overall completely enjoyed this spectacle. The Supreme let out a content sigh and looked first to Maeve to answer the question asked.

"For the time being we will observe and study him. I have been reading Elaide's writings but only now am I finding ways to put them into practice. Witchcraft beyond our own understanding lies within the dark pages, and some of it is now manifesting before our very eyes. We would all do well to recognize it!"

The Supreme obviously ignored Ryan's groans and turned to Sibylle next. "I intend to bring him t Lady Veles for further work. I have a great many things to explain about his condition. You're more than invited to examine him when we visit, Sibylle."

Ana's fingers wiggled and then she clapped her hands together. "Aaanyway! That will be all for tonight! Make way for your homes and-" Anabelle stopped and blinked. She heard Sibylle's request and for a moment paused before her own fit of giggles returned. Her head tilted toward Ryan and she said,

"You heard her, Ryan. Give us all a good dance!"

As if already expecting an objection, Belu bore down near the boy, a low growl like thunder shaking the very foundations of the alter.
(Anabelle Lockwood)
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[21:19] Sibylle says, "That sounds like a you problem not a me problem."
[21:19] Anabelle Lockwood exclaims, "Just a little jig, Ryaaan!"
[21:19] Sibylle exclaims, "Jig jig jigjigjigjgijgijgigjig!"
[21:19] Ryan Speranza says, "No. "
[21:19] Sibylle exclaims, "FUCKING DANCE!"
[21:19] Ryan Speranza says, "You can't make my leg just -work-."
[21:19] Ryan Speranza says, "I am, physically, -incapable-."
[21:19] Tonashi Botcher says, "You be surprised"
[21:19] She snapped out, that scream stopping the fit of giggles immediately, her teeth grinding together.
(Sibylle)
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[21:20] Ryan Speranza asks, "How do you dance with one leg?"
[21:20] Anabelle Lockwood says, "The human body is capable of so much.."
[21:20] Lavinia Walters whispers: This is stupid, Lady Vander.
[21:20] Sibylle says, "You. Hop."
[21:20] Lavinia Walters whispers: Extremely stupid.
[21:20] Sibylle says, "Like........."
[21:20] Anabelle sighs and then snaps her fingers. A flash of green light juts into Ryan's mind.
(Anabelle Lockwood)
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[21:20] Sibylle says, "A..............."
[21:20] Ryan Speranza exclaims, "That's not a dance!"
[21:20] Sibylle says, "-Toad-."
[21:20] Douma says, "... Mm."
[21:20] Lemuria Augustus says, "Dance upside-down. Use your arms instead of your legs."
[21:20] Sibylle says, "It isn't even that hard."
[21:20] Sibylle says, "Don't be a baby."
[21:25] He could feel it. Both the pain and compulsion that they wanted him to dance. But the brown-haired woman had put an idea in his head. One that would allow him to fulfil the geas without breaking his other leg due to emaciation.

Leaning on his crutch, Ryan put a single arm in front of his body, and the other, limp one behind. Moving to the side, then switching arms.

Like flossing teeth.

"Go fuck yourself."

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbwQ_FJCU1U]
(Ryan Speranza)
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[21:25] Sath gave Shallina a sidelong glance. He'd be extremely surprised if she picked *this* moment of all moments to *not* play the flute.
(Sath)
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[21:25] Sibylle says, "..........."
[21:25] Anabelle Lockwood exclaims, "Gods. It's perfect!"
[21:25] Sibylle says, "I hate it."
[21:25] Maeve Illumir says, "..."
[21:25] Douma says, "... As do I."
[21:25] Ryan Speranza says, "You asked for this."
[21:25] Sibylle says, "That isn't how you -dance-."
[21:25] Sibylle says, "You have to do it...."
[21:25] Sibylle says, "*Safely*."
[21:26] Ryan Speranza says, "If I go too fast, my arm will fall off."
[21:26] Alita Tym says, "We can put it back on."
[21:26] Her arms came up in an alternating rhythm as she skipped in place.

( https://youtu.be/iVdP8bQ94XY )

"Like this!"
(Sibylle)
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[21:26] Anabelle Lockwood says, "It's alright, it's alright. More work and more time and I'll teach him a /good/ dance, Sibylle."
[21:27] Sibylle says, "I am a master dancer."
[21:27] Shallina transitions to a song to match Ryan's dancing. She uses her magical power to pulse the wind around her along with the beat.
(Shallina)
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[21:27] The Loa grins, floating around the dancing leper as she watched him do his pitiful little Jig. There is a tilt of her head as she presses a finger gently upon silver lips, landing beside Anabelle allowing her bare feet to meet the cool stone.

"Perhaps he could do the 'worm'" She chuckled, mimicking a motion with her hands that depicted someone writhing on the floor in some unethical dance move.
(Ororo Boros)
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[21:27] Shallina bobs in place while going ham on her flute.
(Shallina)
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[21:28] Ryan Speranza says, "Give me motion in my leg back, and maybe."
[21:28] Having had enough of this 'entertainment,' Serenity beckons her group of ducklings. A nod offered to Sibylle and those around.

"If there is no further news, we will be making our departure. I wish you all good fortune, sisters and brothers."
(Serenity Vander)
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[21:28] Ryan Speranza says, "But still, fuck you."
[21:28] Lavinia crosses arms and just stares. Stares at /everything/. Sabbaths are serious shit.
(Lavinia Walters)
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[21:28] Anabelle Lockwood exclaims, "Mhmmhmmm, that's all everyone. Do take care!"
[21:28] Anabelle Lockwood says, "Until next Sabbath."
[21:29] Sibylle says, "This was good."
[21:29] Tonashi Botcher says, "Surpreme i can use scribes on him and make him a new leg"
[21:29] The drakenite scratches her head wondering what in the world this was, this was witchcraft? She places her hands into her front pocket and yawns. She stares for a bit looking at each individual until Serenity decides its time to go.

"Wait for me!" She runs after the trio.
(Ryu )
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[21:29] Douma says, "... Odd."
[21:29] Tonashi Botcher says, "Give his legs sensitivity"
[21:29] Lemuria Augustus says, "I am going to head home."
[21:29] Maeve Illumir says, "Me, oh my."
[21:29] Anabelle Lockwood says, "Only if they are combined with flesh, Tonashi. But maybe make him look a bit more appropriate before I present him to Lady Veles."
[21:30] Lavinia Walters says, "That was shit."