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Ritualism: Duncan’s Grand Ritual Restoration

Smoke bellowed from the tallest chimneys. Acrid, full of metal particles. The smell, that of burnt flesh reveals the inhumanity of what fuelled the fires.

The ubernatural powers swelled, as Duncan stood within his circle. Finely crafted and tuned for this purpose. Surrounded by mirrors, Duncan stepped out from behind one to face himself. And then, another, and another. Twelve spoke first.

“We stand here, on the turn of history. For it has always been said, I would save the world.”

He pulled back the sheet covering a box in the centre of the circle. A coffin.

The doors to the silo sealed, pushed shut by gears the size of horses and mechanical arms with nails the length of swords. An ethereal glow seeped from the edges, and the sound of mirrors shattering, one by one echoed.

Hours later, the doors reopen with a gasp of air and a release of power. Duncan strides forth, slightly trailing him, another figure

“… prepared with the correct trappings, the first ritual can be enacted”

“I hope you remember your part, we begin tonight”

Three humanoids crawling on all fours scuttle into the Ritual Chamber, the sounds of crunching glass as they move and scrape their limbs. Twelve bodies, so alike.

Duncan and Michale walk into the transport circle

“Come Michale, we have only just started”

*****

Sgt Paul Smaller. 13th Scout Eagles

His retirement wasn’t going well. Never did for the veterans really. Pulled back into service for a good wage. He was getting old. He hated it, even though all he had to do was walk the edge of The Jute and report back.

But today, his walk takes a little longer. He can feel the prickle of its ancient power pulling at his magic. He kisses his focus, an old wedding ring and the feeling subsides. Odd, usually only happens when much closer. He gives it no 2nd thought, until he sees the clouds of smoke.

“Shit.”

 

****

Perendar

Toby Smythe was doing his rounds as usual. Sweep the circle, clear away the burnt down candles and wash the blood. Picking up the last shreds of a torn robe, he felt a tug. He instinctively felt out to the circle to ensure that all the power had gone. It had, all of it. It felt empty and his stomach sank. If the Cardinal should find out the all the sacrifices had not repowered the circle, then the ritualists would be flayed. But as soon as it had gone, it was back.

Stepping out of the circle he almost tripped on nothing, as if something was just off from where it should be. Curious he reaches out again, sensing the circle. Striking, not pantheon. This would need reporting to the Cardinal, Toby knew he would get whipped for this.

****

Current System Effect
All circles briefly stopped working. During this time, their alignments have been restored to how they were crafted. All ritual circles are now aligned to one or more of the schools of ritualism. Over time, this may change but it will be due to IC actions.

You are also now unable to use power to increase RP in a ritual. This includes sacrificing items etc. They will still be taken into account for the performance score.

The Tome of Magic has been updated to reflect this as a fundamental change.

 

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