You have emoted: Nyir wordlessly gives an earthenware bowl brimming with deersblood to Krellan and to Ramara.

Ramara crushes a handful of rosehips, and places them into a small bowl.

You kneel down and touch your forehead to the earth, then whisper the names of power and binding. A deep emerald glow ripples across the ground and you become one with the land.

Krellan, Gentleman of Leisure grabs a handful of rosehips and crushes them before dropping them into his bowl.

You have emoted: Nyir brushes her fingers over the nest, then rises slowly.

Closing her eyes, Ramara holds out her outstretched hand and slowly begins to close her fingers into a fist. You watch in amazement as a sparkling, emerald green column forms within her grip, then solidifies into a mystic cudgel.

Within the boughs of the great nest of the Blacktalon.
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. With light grey eyes, a large wyvern with pale leather wings prowls around here. A creamy scroll rolls loose on the ground, abandoned. Munching on a fallen tree branch, a hulking green weevil impertinently stares at you. Among the leaves and twigs, a lumbering red weevil scuttles about here. Druid Larien Kor'Lathh, Wyrden Squab is here, shrouded. He wields a golden sickle in his left hand and a dark shield in the form of crow wings in his right. Wyrden Empath Ayisdra Ysav'rai, Attendant of the Murder is here. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a glowing powerstone in his right. Krellan, Gentleman of Leisure is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and an athame dagger in his right. Myra, of the Murder is here. She wields a glowing powerstone in her right hand. The Shadowed Poet Dowapaa Kor'Lathh, Night's Embrace is here. She wields a mystic cudgel in her left hand and a glowing powerstone in her right. Ramara is here. She wields a golden sickle in her left hand. Fledgling Isi, Shadow of Crow is here, shrouded. She wields a nature talisman in her left hand. Ried Nimaet, Eye of Crow is here, shrouded.
You see a single exit leading down.

You ask, "Are we all prepared?"

Ried nods her head at you.

Ramara nods her head at you.

Krellan, Gentleman of Leisure says, "Ready."

You nod your head slowly in understanding.

Unfolding her black wings, eyeing Ried quietly, you say, "Ried Nimaet, Eye of Crow, on this day, you represent the highest honour we could hope to achieve in our servitude."

You say, "Your blood will flow into the soil and feed the trees with its life force."

You ask Ried, "Do you understand the consequences of such a sacrifice?"

Solemnly, Ried Nimaet, Eye of Crow says, "I do."

You intone, "Then please step forward to prepare for the offering."

Ried Nimaet, Eye of Crow steps toward you, Krellan, and Ramara.

Ried removes a midnight black cloak.
Ried removes a long dark coat.
Ried removes forestal robes of verdant green.

Ried Nimaet, Eye of Crow drops slowly to her knees.

Krellan, Gentleman of Leisure dips two fingers into his bowl of blood and rosehips. He reaches toward Ried's face and presses a fingertip below each of her eyes. Then he drags his fingers down to her lips, leaving dark red lines to form a beak.

Ramara draws elaborate red lines in the shape of wings upon Ried's back using her bowl.

Krellan, Gentleman of Leisure raises his bowl over Ried's head and empties its contents over her.

Ramara pours the blood from the pots over Ried's head.

Ried Nimaet, Eye of Crow closes her eyes as the blood streams down her face.

Emar arrives from the down.

You have emoted: Nyir turns her back on the ritualists and honoured sacrifice, focusing her crimson gaze on the assembly of Druids gathered.

Emar flaps his wings quickly and begins to hover in the air.

You exclaim, "Brother Crow! Look upon us favourably today, for we now gather to present to You our greatest sacrifice!"

You exclaim, "In our service to You and Glomdoring, we shed our blood every day, so that Your Glory and Perfection will be known throughout the land!"

You exclaim, "On this day, in honour of Your name, we give one of our own!"

You exclaim, "To Blood Thirst! To the Aspect that guides us through our earliest hours, governs our youth, and teaches us the virtue of patience!"

Krellan whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Ried.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Ried's right leg.

You exclaim, "To Black Sorrow! To the Aspect that eases our fears and grievances, strengthens our resolve, and destroys the will of our enemies!"

Ramara whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. She gestures violently at Ried.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Ried's left arm.

You exclaim, "To False Memory! To the Aspect that lifts our spirits and reminds us time and time again of our glorious past!"

Krellan whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Ried.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Ried's right leg.

Krellan whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Ried.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Ried's left leg.

You exclaim, "To Dark Spirit! To the Aspect that encompasses all facets of our lives and infuses in us the Glory of the Wyrd!"

Ramara whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. She gestures violently at Ried.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Ried's left arm.

You have emoted: Nyir turns to face Ried and raises her hands, one clutching a mystic cudgel, to the heavens.

Loudly, you exclaim, "To Brother Crow, Scourge of the Wyrden Wood, our K'ian Doim! To our Father, protector, and guide, under whose wings we fly, and under whose watchful gaze we serve!"

You exclaim, "In death, we find strength in You, for to die is to honour You! And thus, we offer our blood!"

(Glomdoring): You say, "Let it be known that Ried has volunteered to serve as a sacrifice to Brother Crow, the highest honour in the Blacktalon. Do not be alarmed at the upcoming death."

You interlace your fingers together and raise your locked hands above your head. Screaming out the name of Ried, you rip your hands apart.
The thorny vines wrapped around Ried viciously whipsaw back and forth, flaying the skin from her flesh in bloody strips.

You give Ried the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

Ried Nimaet, Eye of Crow says, "I'm hardier than I thought."

You say, "Again, Ramara and Krellan, bind her."

Krellan whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Ried.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Ried's left leg.

Ramara whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. She gestures violently at Ried.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Ried's left arm.

Krellan whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. He gestures violently at Ried.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Ried's right leg.

Ramara whispers a string of sibilant syllables, and leaves rustle loudly in answer. She gestures violently at Ried.
A viciously thorned vine spears out from a nearby branch and lashes tightly around Ried's right arm.

You interlace your fingers together and raise your locked hands above your head. Screaming out the name of Ried, you rip your hands apart.
The thorny vines wrapped around Ried's limbs suddenly tighten and pull in four different directions, drawing her up in the air screaming.
Ried is instantly killed as her body is ripped into quarters.
You have slain Ried.
Your karma falls in response to your deeds.
The voice of Avechna whispers in your mind a warning about initiating combat with Ried.

A dark spirit appears, wrapping around the soul of Ried, whose face contorts in pain before they both fade away.

Ried clambers down from a nearby vantage point in the treetops.

You exclaim, "Glory be to Mighty Crow! Nothing matters but Glomdoring!"

Ramara thanks Ried profusely.

Ramara gives Ried a wild cheer!

Ramara says, "Glory to Glomdoring!"

Ried Nimaet, Eye of Crow exclaims, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"

Myra, of the Murder says, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"

Fledgling Isi, Shadow of Crow says, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"

High Druid Emar d'Murani, Father of the Murder intones, "Glory be to Glomdoring."

Wyrden Empath Ayisdra Ysav'rai, Attendant of the Murder says, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"

Druid Larien Kor'Lathh, Wyrden Squab says, "Glory be to Glomdoring!"

Fledgling Isi, Shadow of Crow bows her head in reverence, her eyes wide.

You say to Ried, "Thank you for your glorious sacrifice, ayes. Your blood honours Him."

Ried raises the Black Circlet of Crow overhead with a ceremonial flourish, concluding the guild rite.
You gasp with the realization that Isi has reached the level of Innocuous.
Your karma rises in response to your deeds.
Your spirits are uplifted by the rite, and you feel that you have learned something.

Ried Nimaet, Eye of Crow smiles broadly and says, "It was my pleasure."

Ramara smiles and shakes Isi's hand, offering her congratulations.

"Oooooooooh!" Larien says, eyes wide with wonder.

You say, "Fly in Mighty Crow's shadow, Blacktalon. Thank you for attending, ayes."

The following is the Blacktalon's first time through this ritual. Note that most of the rite save things like emotes was Ried's planning and doing because she's awesome.