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sticksandbones2025-01-29 09:10 pm
sticksandbonesmods) wrote in sticksandbones2025-01-29 09:10 pm
WHAT DOES A COST BRING?
Who: The Grove
What: The result of your sacrifices
When: Late Winter
Where: The Grove
Warnings: Ritual sacrifice, mentioned animal sacrifice
The blizzard stills, one morning. With the howling winds and the wraiths' calls, the sudden silence is stark. Waiting between the goddess's statues is a giant stag, grey and white and silver with heavy icicles hanging from it's antlers. Even Moder seems a bit smaller compared to it. Dry wood and bare branches cling to it's legs, and one would be forgiven for thinking it seems a bit... gaunt, for such a beast.
It does not bring violence. Sacrifices have been made, though it seems to be staring hard at Affogato Cookie. Even the sacrifice of it's kin, the cursed deer of the fae woods, satisfies. The wraiths seem to shift from their ghastly forms to white wisps who share the food between them as they climb and sit upon Winter's antlers. The rest of the sacrifices seem to flicker into a white flame, smoke imbibing the air before it becomes part of the deer.
Your sacrifice is noted. But your pride is seen as well. For those who could not find it in themselves to give, there are repercussions.
It's a clear, crisp voice that echoes through the woods, through Aldric's Grove, through your own minds and hearts. Those who did not give sacrifices will find a silvery mark upon them- antlers, gleaming like ice and glass. It would be beautiful, if it didn't mark them with unbearable chills as well. As time passes, they will find themselves falling ill. The illness will pass by player preference, but must last at least a week. It is a punishment, after all.
...
And then Winter and it's harbingers turn, and vanish into the winter day, as if they were never there to begin with. The rest of the winter will be gentle, pleasant and even warm, with the snow beginning to melt mid-February and staying gone.
What: The result of your sacrifices
When: Late Winter
Where: The Grove
Warnings: Ritual sacrifice, mentioned animal sacrifice
The blizzard stills, one morning. With the howling winds and the wraiths' calls, the sudden silence is stark. Waiting between the goddess's statues is a giant stag, grey and white and silver with heavy icicles hanging from it's antlers. Even Moder seems a bit smaller compared to it. Dry wood and bare branches cling to it's legs, and one would be forgiven for thinking it seems a bit... gaunt, for such a beast.
It does not bring violence. Sacrifices have been made, though it seems to be staring hard at Affogato Cookie. Even the sacrifice of it's kin, the cursed deer of the fae woods, satisfies. The wraiths seem to shift from their ghastly forms to white wisps who share the food between them as they climb and sit upon Winter's antlers. The rest of the sacrifices seem to flicker into a white flame, smoke imbibing the air before it becomes part of the deer.
Your sacrifice is noted. But your pride is seen as well. For those who could not find it in themselves to give, there are repercussions.
It's a clear, crisp voice that echoes through the woods, through Aldric's Grove, through your own minds and hearts. Those who did not give sacrifices will find a silvery mark upon them- antlers, gleaming like ice and glass. It would be beautiful, if it didn't mark them with unbearable chills as well. As time passes, they will find themselves falling ill. The illness will pass by player preference, but must last at least a week. It is a punishment, after all.
...
And then Winter and it's harbingers turn, and vanish into the winter day, as if they were never there to begin with. The rest of the winter will be gentle, pleasant and even warm, with the snow beginning to melt mid-February and staying gone.
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[He starts to settle down in her arms, spent. He finally puts his around her.]
... I grow tired of this, Mafuyu-san. [Of being the playthings of Gods.]
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( mafuyu rests her head against his chest, head turned so she can listen to his heartbeat, even as frantic as it might be right now. )
... I love you.
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You have nothing to apologize for. I am sorry ...f-for raising my voice like so. I let my anger get the better of me.
[Proooobably not the best behavior for a priest, but he's still figuring this stuff out.]
I love you, too. I think I would like to go back home, now that we are finished here.
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( mafuyu shifts to bump into the kiss a little so it doesn't end too early, but she means it. )
... Yes, lets go. I... um. I can try making a soup...
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[And then the chill hits him, sharp and pointed. His hisses, wincing and nearly doubling over.]
Foul, wretched, ben zona-
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( she's not a strong girl, but she'll do her best to support him regardless- the shrine, they have to get back to the shrine... )
Let's go.
( let's go, babe! )
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I am fine. Let's hurry.
["Hurry" he says, but he's really only got a pathetic shuffle in him by the time they reach the shrine. It did not take long for the curse to set in. That's probably what he gets for running his mouth off.]