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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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The other is... more metaphorical, yet still physical. Something shatters their sense of self so thoroughly, that the cookie they were can no longer be. A death of the self, but the body persists.
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[This is...a difficult concept for A.B.A to grasp. She can sort of understand, it sounds like an extreme mental breakdown??? But for cookies specifically??
...And he can't come back?]
Then we should put him out of his misery.
[NO.]
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( at least wait for him to commit war crimes, like dark enchantress cookie. )
We cannot take our pain out on him. But we can still do something with it, once you are no longer ill.
( ... lily, you are also sick. )
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...and that would be?
[Because Lily shot down her fly away idea and A.B.A thought that was pretty great...]
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She won't object, but...]
I feel like it's partially my fault. I scolded him... I told him he wasn't allowed to die and reincarnate into a dragon before I did. Now I feel like I would have preferred that much more than this.
[She's been thinking about that a lot, it really makes no sense for him to go onto the next life after her. Whose going to take care of her egg if they're both babies????]
It would be okay? To go into the forest...?
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But it is not, and will never be your fault.
( lily pets her hair gently. )
Until the fog returns, we should be okay. Just be cautious.
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O-Oh...petting is always nice...]
You're not worried? I may be tempted to take off, it wouldn't even scare me... You won't be able to stop me... I've come to enjoy when the forest tries to trick me, it's the only time I ever get to hear Paracelsus's voice.
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B-But...!! Did you not just say we would only go out once we're well?!
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[Really complicated.]
Then I won't make the same mistake twice.
You're free to be reborn as a dragon before me.
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...
If you really must go. I forgive you.