(I forgot to get a look at him before starting the ritual, but he was a viscanti)

Okin arrives from the west.

You incline your head politely to Okin.

Okin nods his head at you.

Marina tilts her head curiously at Okin.

Alacardael inclines his head politely to Okin.

Ishant inclines his head politely to Okin.

Leaning forward, her eyes intent, you say, "Understand that, should your intentions be false, this ritual will be the end of you. Our Dark Mother has no mercy for those who would look to decieve Her. Do you still wish to go through with this?"

Marina raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Okin nods his head affirmatively.

Okin, Wrath of Brom says, "My intentions are true."

With a satisfied nod, you say, "Very well. Let us begin."

Dipping your hand into a shadow cauldron, you pull out a long shadow and release it into the air. The room darkens with the churning darkness.

You have emoted: Amani places her cauldron on the ground.

You say, "Kneel, Okin."

Okin kneels onto one knee, demonstrating his humility and respect.

Beseeching the Great Spirit of Night, shadows coalesce around your form as she blesses you as leader of a coven.

You have emoted: Amani takes a small bell made of obsidian glass from a pocket of her robes and begins stepping lightly, moving in a circle around Okin and the Coven. As she passes each Coven member, she rings the bell, pausing there until the sound fades completely. Her steps are graceful, almost more dance than walking and the shadows released swirl in flowing eddies around her feet.

You have emoted: Amani returns to her starting point, facing Okin and plunges her athame into the ground, completing the Circle.

Raising her arms abruptly, you say, "Hail Night, Mother of Darkness; attend to us in this, our hour of need. Guide us down the trifold path, and grant us strength in your shadowy embrace. May Sun never find us unawares and Moon ever hide from Your Might."

You say, "Mother Night, we have come before You to entreat Your grace. With us is one of Your own who, through his own weakness, has strayed from Your tri-fold path."

Lowering her arms, you say, "Speak now, Okin. Make your request to our Mother, here within Her circle, enshrouded by Her shadows and before Her Coven."

Okin, Wrath of Brom says, "Mother, I come before you a weak fool, too long led astray by basest need and too disgraced to truly deserve your healing. I ask, with humblest heart, that you remove from me this affliction which has torn my mind asunder, and wrought such destruction on my soul and body."

Stepping forward, her hand outstretched, you say, "The blade."

Okin gives a dagger of reincarnation to you.

You have emoted: Amani takes the dagger and with one hand and grasps Okin's right wrist with the other. Pulling Okin's arm out, she slashes the blade across the skin from elbow to wrist. The blood flows freely, but slowly, as the gash is not deep.

You say, "Your body has been corrupted, if it be Her will, let Mother Night's shadows cleanse that which is unnatural from your blood."

Lady Marina, the Twilight Oracle steps up, Venilo standing behind her protectively. She draws herself up to her full height and stares with an apathetic look down onto Okin, her shroud of shadows hissing at the air about her quietly.

Lady Marina, the Twilight Oracle intones, "Blood is the bounty of the victorious, and the sorrow of the fallen. The scent of blood upon the air, its taste upon our lips. So the second Triad of Night is Marked, by blooded mist."

Ishant purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

You have emoted: Amani watches as the shadows follow the streams of blood upward and, upon reaching the gash, into Okin's skin. They swarm just below the surface visibly writhing as they spread across Okin's entire body.

You say, "Your spirit has been weak, if it be Her will, let Mother Night's cold embrace smother the weakness within you."

King of the Night, Ishant Nightshade smiles softly and turns to look at Okin, no malice in his gaze.

Solemnly, King of the Night, Ishant Nightshade says, "He howling within the shadows, marks those who hunt the Night. In stealth the shadowbound walk, yet ever they turn the illuminated aside. So the Third of the Triad of Night is Marked, by silent descent."

You have emoted: Amani watches as the shadows coalesce, forming a black shell just below the skin. The shell seems to stretch the skin, tearing it in places, especially around the gash in Okin's arm.

You say, "You have asked to be be saved, if it is Her will, through Mother Night's grace may you be reborn!.

Prince of Shadows, Alacardael Nightshade says, "The sibilant whispers of gravestones, the dead speak truths unheard by living flesh. Tend to the living who are marked for death, taken once more into Her embrace. So the First of the Triad of Night is Marked, by mournful wailing."

Holding out the dagger, you say, "You must sacrifice yourself to our Mother Night, Okin, that She may judge you."

You give a dagger of reincarnation to Okin, Wrath of Brom.

Okin plunges a dagger into his chest and commits ritual suicide.

You say, "Now we shall wait and see what our Mother has decided."

Okin arrives from the in.

He is a nimble faeling and his pale face whitens in comparison to his jet black hair. He is slim and small, even for his race, creating the impression of physical weakness. Despite his slim body, however, his muscles are well-toned and hint at his agility and dexterity, virtually unattainable by those of larger races. His eyes have no white in them at all, and are instead a simple deep black, belying no emotion on his part. His black butterfly wings arch above him covered in veins of sharpest red, and his angular features shadow his bodyshape. He is wearing silvery robes of fine spider silk, a thin sapphire band, a thin emerald band, a thin amethyst band, and a thin ruby band.

Ishant ponders Okin thoughtfully, looking him up and down.

Okin kneels onto one knee, demonstrating his humility and respect.

You say, "I see by your return and your form, that of faeling, that our Mother has chosen to accept your plea."

You say, "You will honor Her forgiveness and seek always to earn it, for it is a rare and precious gift."

I always love these kinds of logs. Good show.

I feel sad that I haven't partaken in ANY Ritual... aside from it being cool, I can't advance in the Wisdom Circle! D:<

Neat.

-1 Geomancer

Going to Glomdoring to take him back...

*1 minute later*

Fine...have him...