12-05-2014

Following the Rituals - Log by Samiyah

The Lower Hall
[Exits: north up]
This hallway must have been built by giants! It is huge! Then
again, there are more than a few giants that belong to The Guild, so
it may just be so. A stairway leads up to another hallway above.
The corpse of Sparhawk is lying here.
Mish Leigh Salvandor will use her contacts to help you... for a price.

Samiyah kneels next to the corpse.

Samiyah murmurs a quiet prayer, aware of the irony, given their recent conversation about faith: "May you pass gently into the next life."

You say (in common), 'May the Shepherd guide you through your rebirth. May the Teacher grant you the wisdom you lacked in this life. May the Guardian give you vengeance.'.

Portobello arrives from above.
Portobello's steak made from Sparhawk looks very filling.

Samiyah calls the sacred fires.

You say (in common), 'damnit!'.

Portobello raises an eyebrow.

You say (in common), '.. timing.'.

Portobello blushes.
Portobello laughs.

You say (in common), 'horrible, horrible timing.'.

Portobello says (in gnomish), 'w`yp'.

Samiyah was about to do a special ritual sacrifice thing.

Portobello laughs.
Portobello says (in gnomish), 'rpun qu spyyy rynseyak pus byusp unsruyw!'.

You say (in common), 'I don't speak gnomish'.

Portobello says (in common), 'then ye shall consume his flesh instead!'.

You say (in common), 'gaaaah!!'.
You say (in common), 'NO!!'.


Eragon has entered the game.

You sigh.

Eragon raises an eyebrow.

Samiyah looks dejectedly at the steak.

Eragon says (in common), 'He was an idiot and chased into the wrong room'.
Eragon shrugs.

You say (in common), 'I was about to do the rituals for the peace of his spirit'.
You say (in common), 'and Portobello made.. food... out of him.'.
You say (in common), 'which is a curse I cannot lift through faith.'.

Eragon nods.

Eragon says (in common), 'Eat the steak then?'.

Eragon shrugs.

Samiyah kneels next to the lump of flesh, and repeats her earlier blessing, speaking softly in the desert tongue.

Samiyah calls the sacred fires.

Ivorytiger accepts your sacrifice.

A Letter to Venom:

A lone sheet of parchment rests atop the surface of the double sarcophagus,
heavily wrinkled as if it was crushed within a fist and then discarded, only to
be pulled back out and reconsidered. The ink upon it is smeared in places due
to its mistreatment, but not enough to make it illegible. The words read:

"I have spent what feels like a lifetime fighting you.
Fighting for you, with you, against you.
My strength is waning and I still force myself to stand.
Your Fire rages, consumes, lashes, calls...even flickers and teases.
But I am the Air to your Fire...coaxing it, fueling it, giving it life and making it burn brighter.
All we have is passion and lust, yet we still thrash and struggle against it.
Two that belong to each other yet neither willing to admit.
Do we surrender, or does the battle rage on forevermore?
Perhaps it is the battle itself that we truly crave. "