Whoamg, Caco guild rite. I had to share.

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You intone, "By the Darkening Scream, we are empowered."

The congealed blood upon the Altar of Screams begins to recede, drank in by the black stone until nary a trace remains.

You have emoted: Jael opens the leather case, revealing a crimson sphere of opaque glass and a phial of dark liquid.

With a faint smile, you say, "As we Hunger, so must we be sated."

You say, "By screams given freely, we empower that around us."

A wailing scream from the space about the Altar rises in volume, gaining corporeal shape in a dark, fluid torrent that winds about your hand and forearm, chilling the air.

You have emoted: Jael smirks, thrusting his hand above the Altar in a commanding gesture.

You say, "By screams forcibly taken, we draw sustenance."

The scream suddenly erupts in a deafening cacophony that reflects again and again from the walls, even as the shadowy substance jets in a stream across the Altar, coating its surface and running down its sides.

You say to Deven, "Necroscream is the most potent fragment of the Song of Creation. Through its power, our allies are strengthened through undeath, and our enemies are helpless before its dread influence."

Deven nods his head sagely.

You say to Deven, "Strike a chord on your instrument, Deven, that the Scream might recognize you and grant you further strength."

"The Power of the Taint runs through our veins," sings Deven, letting a dusky mandolin streaked with shooting stars loose with blood chilling notes.

You have emoted: Jael nods approvingly as the notes linger in the air.

You say, "By song, we are empowered!"

The Altar of Screams flares with a dark nimbus of energy, the discordant screams about it oscillating wildly through scales and octaves that pierce the air.

You have emoted: Jael takes up a crimson sphere of opaque glass from the leather case, holding it aloft.

You say, "The Taint is a source of our pride and power as citizens of Magnagora and adherents of undeath. So too is it present in Necroscream, shielding its wielders and their allies by removing the fallacy of life, and aggressively removing it from those who would oppose it."

You have emoted: Jael smashes the sphere against the surface of the Altar with a sharp movement, causing it to shatter. A smattering of dark earth spreads across the marble, sizzling and releasing acrid fumes.

You say, "By Taint, we are empowered!"

The energy about the Altar expands, the tainted wisps of smoke fueling its influence. The wailing chorus deepens, its wordless cries taking on a semblance of disjunct, harsh music.

You have emoted: Jael takes up a phial of dark liquid from the leather case, holding it aloft.

You say, "The Demon Lords of Nil have composed great strains within Necroscream itself. By Baalphegar, our enemies are bound by our webs. By Ashtorath, our enemies are subject to our wrath. By Nifilhema, our enemies are held as victim to the glorious tortures of our music. By Gorgulu, our enemies are subject to the dread plague that ever lurks beneath our melodies. By Luciphage, the wills of our enemies are ours to command."

You have emoted: Jael unstoppers the phial and upends it above the graven Ouroboros on the Altar. A thick, viscous fluid trickles out in a thin stream, filling the grooves of the carved serpent with an unearthly, sickening concoction.

You say, "By the Demon Lords of Nil, we are empowered!"

The graven sigil of the Ouroboros suddenly glows with a sickly green light, causing an immense presence of palpable evil to suddenly encroach upon the room, giving the chamber an air of oppression. The energy about the altar begins to turn in a circular fashion, mixing with the screams of invisible victims until a dark, tangible maelstrom of discordant cries surges around the chamber.

You have emoted: Jael smirks, eyeing Deven with wicked intent.

You cackle, "Empower me!"

The maelstrom about the Altar suddenly constricts, funneling into a gleaming silver dagger with a cacophony of damned screams. As the vast amount of energy sinks into the blade, a last, piercing cry is wrenched from the air before all is silent and the Altar is inert.

Waves of energy wash over the form of the dagger as it quickly darts into your hands.

You have emoted: Jael extends a gleaming silver dagger pulsing with trapped screams reverentially.

You say to Deven, "Feed the Altar with a token offering. Give a part of yourself unto the Scream, and it will be yours to possess, and will infuse your being."

You give a ceremonial silver dagger to Deven, Novitiate of Transformation.

Deven begins to wield a ceremonial silver dagger in his right hand.

Deven, Novitiate of Transformation wielding the dagger in his right hand draws a thin line across his left wrist letting the blood drip over the Altar.

You have emoted: Jael nods approvingly as a mournful dirge rises from the Altar, giving a wry smile.

You say, "Empowered thusly, you shall forge a path of Transformation through the land. Walk anew, Deven, Novitiate of Transformation."

Deven gives a ceremonial silver dagger to you.

You have emoted: Jael places a hand upon Deven's brow in malediction, giving a thin-lipped smile.

You have emoted: Jael places the dagger over the Altar of Screams where it remains hovering scant inches from the surface.

You put a ceremonial silver dagger into the Altar of Screams.

You say to Deven, "Thank you kindly for your time."

Deven beams broadly.

Deven, Novitiate of Transformation says, "Certainly and thank you for this honour."

You nod your head emphatically.

You say, "Of course."

You say, "I must ask that you speak of no one about this, as it is a private experience between yourself and the Scream. I merely proctor."

This is really awesome. I have always been interested in how the other Bard guilds formed their identity, and it seems the Cacophony has found an interesting niche!

Jael

A touch of the Glom. Pretty nifty. Will be fun to participate in it soon.

You will participate in NOTHING
NOTHING I SAY.