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| Action Id: 4036 | Crisis: | Participants: Shae | |
| Status: Resolved | Submitted: April 11, 2020, 11:28 p.m. | Public: True | GM: Tenebry |
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Action by Shae
Shae will gather all the offers she plans to sacrifice to the gods. And on the thirteenth day of the month, at the thirteenth hour, she would light thirteenth candles. Choosing to do her rite in the woods in Mistward. Feeling that choosing a place that she feels comfortable and connected to, was a good choice. Once the candles are all lit, she would then begin the ritual.
Mangata, goddess of the sea, air, the daytime sky, and light.
"To Mangata I offer up this green frayed silk ribbon, my favorite hair ribbon from when I was a little girl and learned the love and joy of feeling the wind in one's hair and face, as they ran."
Shae sets the green frayed silk ribbon into the flame of the candle
Petrichor, god of the forests, soil, mountains and some argue all of nature.
"To Petrichor, the god of my heart and soul, I swear to continue to protect the wild places, to revere the land as it should be, to only hunt when needed, and to help the animals in need. For Petrichor I offer up my devotion, and a prayer for the forests, and land." In addition to her own prayer she sings 'The Ballad of Nature's Prayer'. (Clue 3560)
Shae burns a piece of paper with a prayer to Petrichor written upon it in her own handwriting.
Lagoma, goddess of the seasons, change, growth and fire.
"To Lagoma I offer up these acorns, for like me they will grow and change, throughout the seasons. May we all find positive change and growth under your mercy."
Shae then tosses the acorns into the fire.
Vellichor, god of knowledge, learning, and history.
"To Vellichor to promise to continue seeking knowledge of the world around me, to also be open to learning something new, and to remember our history."
A drop of ink is poured onto the fire.
Gloria, goddess of war, strategy, planning, chivalry, and honor.
"To Gloria, I pledge my honor to family and fealty, that my heart remains true, and that I uphold my word and that my deeds show my true character."
She burns a silk favor that has the sigils of House Keaton, House Laurent, House Fortier, and House Valardian embroidered on it.
Jayus, god of artistry, including crafts, inspiration, dreams, music.
To Jayus I offer my voice in song, one of hope and inspiration. Shae sings Brianne's Song (clue#995 ).
A piece of paper with Brianne's Promise written upon it is set in the flame of the candle to burn.
Limerance, god of love, marriage, fidelity.
To Limerance I swear to be faithful and true to my marriage, to love my husband, and to celebrate the love I have for him. As well as the love I have for all of those that I love dearly.
Into the fire Shae places a plaited knot of fabric, that has been made from pieces of Kedhern and her own clothes, as a symbol of their love, marriage, and her fidelity to her husband.
The Sentinel, god of justice, law and order.
To the Sentinel, I offer up my promise to continue to hunt down those that would break our laws, and sow chaos wherever they are. And to make sure justice is kept.
A favor with the symbol of House Keaton, who are Huntsmen, and a symbol of house Valardin who she is a Deputy Warden of the West for is put into the fire.
Gild, goddess of commerce, travel, civilization, banking, and wealth.
"While I may not have a keen eye for banking or wealth, I do enjoy travel, and exploring. And I thank Gild for the wonderful civilizations she has inspired in us all. And given us the ability to create, and the chance to travel this land to find them and explore them."
A map of Avrum is set into the candle's flame to burn, in honor of Gild.
Skald, the First Choice, god of freedom, free will, and choice.
"Skald, first I think you, for giving us freedom and choice, to allow us the free will to choose for ourselves, and so I promise to help those that do not have that choice."
A promise to the Sylv'alfar, that she will do her best to help free them; is written on a piece of paper, and placed in the candle's flame to burn it as her offering to Skald.
Death, the Queen of Endings and Mother of Beginning, goddess of souls.
"I wish to thank you for the duty and role you perform, for your guidance on such a great journey, and for being there for us when we begin, and again at the end. While I could not be there at Eirlys' end, I know you were there to welcome her, and I think you for that."
"In honor of that I offer this snowdrop flower in memory of a truly wondrous soul, Eirlys Greenmarch. Pack, friend, and sister of my heart." She would set the flower into the fire.
Aion, the Dreamer, deity of all creation.
"To Aion I promise to continue to dream, to strive to bring hope to those around me, and seek further beyond my own scope, to continue to dream of a brighter and better world. Where there is more light and far less darkness within it."
Shae burns a piece of paper with a dream of hers written upon it; her hopes for a better tomorrow, not just for herself but all of Avrum and her people.
Tehom the Thirteenth God, the dark god of reflection.
"The thing I fear the most is betrayal, being betrayed or betraying those I love and care for, pray that I will find the strength and ability to face this fear, and be better for it."
A very old love letter from her first love, Ramsay, who betrayed her, and set her up to be attacked by bandits. (Shae's Secret Clue 1865)
Result
Shae makes her sacrifices. A ribbon that has felt the wind. A prayer to her beloved Petrichor. Acorns, oh, seeds of potential. She burns ink and favors, song and knots of clothing, promises and maps, promises and intentions. She burns snowdrop flowers and dreams and hopes and lover's betrayals. She emphasizes her love of the gods, her loyalty and fealty, her bold ambitions.
The night draws on and draws on. The candles expire. The darkness is heavy in the woods. But Shae is not afraid of the wood-dark. As she sits, her trick knee doesn't throb, but it does feel strange. As if, for a few moments, it eased. As if, for a few moments, it was supported by something deep and vast. She smells loam. The soft decay of tiny bodies. Mice. Insects. The trees are a shelter to her, and a shelter to so many. She thinks she can almost hear the skitter of chitinous feet on bark, the scratch of owl-claws on tree limbs.
She feels like she's growing roots. Or that roots are growing into her. The idea of it is distant imagery. It does not frighten her. She feels as if she is part of the woods, part of the soil, part of the rock. Bone and stone. Then the moment passes. She's cold, but not uncomfortably so. The sun is rising. It's time to go.