Post by mandene on Oct 16, 2015 10:29:38 GMT -5
In the dark of the night, in a quiet corner of the forest, a silhuette sits down placing in front of her a small, simple wooden box. The figure opens the lid and removes two black candles, a bowl, paper and writing utencils. She places the bowl on top of the box, the candles on each side of it and lights them.
With the flickering, weak candle-light reflecting in the eyes of what now appears to be an elfess, a quiet murmur is heard.
"The Moon is dark,
she hides her face from the world
Only the chosen can know your true secrets.
Dark Lady, I feel your presence and power
And Your wisdom of releasing and removing.
Ancient wise one
Wayferer of the night.
Take with you into the darkness
all that has to end
all thet must disappear and die
As you disappear into the dawn,
so I choose to go within."
After these words, the figure reaches towards the writing utencils. Neither the darkness, nor the weak flickering light of the black candles, seem to be of any hindrance in the next task that the elfess puts before herself. With a steady hand, she writes a few lines in a careful, flowy Espruar.
As soon as she is finished, the figure lights the paper from one of the black candles, drops it into the bowl and watch it burn in silence. Only after the paper is reduced to ashes she murmurs quietly again.
"Mistress of the Night
By this offering of secrets, be appeased.
I accept no harmful thoughts, words, or deeds from others.
Keep these baneful energies away from within myself.
They are destroyed by the powers of the Dark Lady."
With the flickering, weak candle-light reflecting in the eyes of what now appears to be an elfess, a quiet murmur is heard.
"The Moon is dark,
she hides her face from the world
Only the chosen can know your true secrets.
Dark Lady, I feel your presence and power
And Your wisdom of releasing and removing.
Ancient wise one
Wayferer of the night.
Take with you into the darkness
all that has to end
all thet must disappear and die
As you disappear into the dawn,
so I choose to go within."
After these words, the figure reaches towards the writing utencils. Neither the darkness, nor the weak flickering light of the black candles, seem to be of any hindrance in the next task that the elfess puts before herself. With a steady hand, she writes a few lines in a careful, flowy Espruar.
As soon as she is finished, the figure lights the paper from one of the black candles, drops it into the bowl and watch it burn in silence. Only after the paper is reduced to ashes she murmurs quietly again.
"Mistress of the Night
By this offering of secrets, be appeased.
I accept no harmful thoughts, words, or deeds from others.
Keep these baneful energies away from within myself.
They are destroyed by the powers of the Dark Lady."
