Soulless Forest Altar
10-25-2022, 12:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-25-2022, 12:56 AM by Riva. Edited 5 times in total.)
Riva had a great deal of respect for the nights leading up to Samhain. For, a year ago almost to the day she had lost her daughter and bore witness to the might of a god. Her own companion, the silent and mysterious lynx that had been with her since was a constant reminder to respect the night. Choosing a gift for the altar had been a tremendously difficult thing. In the end, she had gently cleaned the skull of a coyote from her Lynxes hunt. A part of her couldn’t help but think that death begot death. She thought of her little Dante with a heavy heart, and placed two small obols, one in the socket of each eye. A gift she had received for healing a stranger, along with a tale of its history. She passed it on now to the gods, and wondered if she was doing the right thing. It was hard to know what would please a god, and what would encourage them to turn their gaze upon you and send your life to ruin. “May your year be as you wish it” she said softly as she placed her gift at the base of the altar. |
NPC:
The familiars watch in deadly silence as you bring your offering forward. As you place it down upon the altar, the multitude of cats, bats and ravens begin to move. They form a circle around you, your offering, and the statue before you. In unison their heads suddenly drop, dipping low a moment as one word is uttered by each. Mors.
Their heads raise and your offering has vanished, nowhere to be found upon the altar nor around it. In its place a new item has mysteriously appeared. Something undeniably combat based, dirtied with dried coyote blood and decorated with opal.
Before you go, something draws you to glance up and meet the stoney gaze upon each of the three-headed statue’s faces. A keen observer might notice a distinct change in the expression of each as they look upon the intricate carving, where each of the cerberus’ maws have appeared to curve up into the barest of smiles.
You have received:
Battle Accessory
Staff: note when claimed
The familiars watch in deadly silence as you bring your offering forward. As you place it down upon the altar, the multitude of cats, bats and ravens begin to move. They form a circle around you, your offering, and the statue before you. In unison their heads suddenly drop, dipping low a moment as one word is uttered by each. Mors.
Their heads raise and your offering has vanished, nowhere to be found upon the altar nor around it. In its place a new item has mysteriously appeared. Something undeniably combat based, dirtied with dried coyote blood and decorated with opal.
Before you go, something draws you to glance up and meet the stoney gaze upon each of the three-headed statue’s faces. A keen observer might notice a distinct change in the expression of each as they look upon the intricate carving, where each of the cerberus’ maws have appeared to curve up into the barest of smiles.
You have received:
Battle Accessory
Staff: note when claimed
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