Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Dark tidings brethren."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "We have gathered here to pay homage to the Demon Lords of Nil."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Our revered mentors upon the path of Forbidden Lore and guides upon the path of Freedom from the oppressive shackles that the Three Fates bind the rest of the Basin with."

Using her tongue and the roof of her mouth, Nariah makes a quiet clicking noise.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "We shall begin with a sacrifice to the Lord of Wrathful Bells."

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver northwest to the Hall of Living Transformation.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver west to Font of the Wrathful Bells.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver kneels before a large stone altar in the centre of the room.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver exclaims, "Duke of Inescapable Damnation!"

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "We here gathered vow to give fully into Wrath when we are wronged and that Vengeance shall be ours."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver rolls up the sleeve of her robes and extends it above the twisted sword perched before the altar.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "We shall not allow for Fear to stand between us and our goals."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver intones, "Instead we shall give fully into the self-righteous Wrath and the weak shall tremble as we sweep through the Basin."

Solemnly, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Brethren, chant the Ritual of Rubeus with me so that no fear, shyness of foolish feelings pacify us in our quest for Vengeance."

A look of utter hatred consumes Amatsemaru's expression as she chants harshly to herself.

A look of utter hatred consumes Nariah's expression as she chants harshly to herself.

A look of utter hatred consumes Jael's expression as he chants harshly to himself.

A look of utter hatred consumes Othero's expression as he chants harshly to himself.

A look of utter hatred consumes Terakh's expression as he chants harshly to himself.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver pulls her arm sharply against the rusted sword and watches impassively as it stains the altar.

Urth Krunmnak, Instrument of the Fates chants, "Rubeus."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver raises and nods her head as the white-hot flames in the corners roar in unison.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver intones, "May that be so."

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver east to the Hall of Living Transformation.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver north to the Hall of Severe Judgment.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver north to the Hall of the Blackened Soul.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Next we shall pay our dues to the Lady of the Weeping Amaranth."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver steps forwards and faces the Iron Maiden in the depth of the chamber.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver west to Font of the Weeping Amaranth.

Silkily, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Queen of Insufferable Cruelty."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "We have gathered here at your Font to pay homage to Your beauty and art."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "You who teaches us that no pain shall rule our minds and that to serve You is to paint the canvas that is the Basin in blood in Your honour."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "You who urges us to reject the greatest of taboos and, instead, embrace it."

Nariah chews on her lip, deep in thought.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "We are here to paint your altars with willing blood in a marvellous depiction of Your favourite flower."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver turns back and looks over those gathered.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver asks, "Amatsemaru?"

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver gestures for Amatsemaru to climb the altar.

Seditionist Amatsemaru Mes'ard, Advocate of Nil says, "Certaintly."

Seditionist Amatsemaru Mes'ard, Advocate of Nil quickly clambers onto the altar.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver grabs her archdemon by the neck and whispers quietly into his ear.

With a cold smile, a hideous archdemon digs his claws into the flesh of Amatsemaru, who screams in agony.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver exclaims, "My Queen, we spill blood in Your honour!"

Nariah points at Amatsemaru and shoves a hideous archdemon towards her. Wicked steel implements appear in his claws, as he jumps on Amatsemaru and begins carving deeply and slowly into her flesh. She screams in abject agony during this obscene torture.

With a cold smile, a hideous archdemon digs his claws into the flesh of Amatsemaru, who screams in agony.

Nariah whispers something to a hideous archdemon.
A hideous archdemon seems to settle down.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver's lips twitch in what could have been a smile.

Amatsemaru has writhed free of her shackles.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver pushes Amatsemaru roughly off the altar and onto the floor.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver licks her lips sensuously and approaches the altar.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver takes a long needle from a soft pillow lying in front of the altar and begins to trace a vague shape with it.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver's hand continues to trace sinuous lines in fierce strokes and brushes until the blood upon the altar resembles the image of the Weeping Amaranth.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver steps back and gestures for silence.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver inclines her head towards the altar and urges those gathered out of the font.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver east to the Hall of the Blackened Soul.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver northeast to the Altar of the Throne of the Beast.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver southeast to the Hall of the Pyrrhic Sage.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Now we come to the Font of Despair to pay homage to He of the Dark Web."

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver east to Font of the Web of Despair.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver gestures for the gathered to stay in the back and moves forwards, struggling through the webbing.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver reaches the altar and steps around it towards a lone pedestal.

Indicating a large black tome, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Here within this tome lie the secrets of those offered in sacrifice to the Prince of the Dark Fates."

Slowly, as if probing the word, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Secrets."

Pointing around the room, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Secrets, Shadow, Despair."

In a hushed tone, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Those three runes mark the founding stones of the Prince's philosophy."

In a hushed tone, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "To discover the enemy's secrets and conceal your own within shadow is to be true to His teachings."

Twisting a loose strand of the cobweb around her finger, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "And as you do so, weave the web around them slowly, patiently, till you are ready to topple them from their lofty spot in one quick wave of a hand."

In a hushed tone, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "They shall not know better, they shall not be the wiser, for through your cunning ways they shall remain in the dark."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver strokes the cover of a large black tome with a gentle caress.

Sweetly, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "And then they shall know only Despair."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver walks around the pedestal and back to before the altar.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver intones, "Our Prince, we vow that secrecy and stealth shall be our weapon of choice in endeavours in Your name."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "And we shall stalk the shadow and remain unseen as we do so."

With a brief glance to the back, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Those of you who are able, evoke the second cabalistic sphere with me, the Unseen, the Yesod."

Nariah mutters and traces a glowing circle before her. She steps through the circle and suddenly vanishes from sight.

Amatsemaru mutters and traces a glowing circle before her. She steps through the circle and suddenly vanishes from sight.

Madara mutters and traces a glowing circle before her. She steps through the circle and suddenly vanishes from sight.

Krunmnak mutters and traces a glowing circle before him. He steps through the circle and suddenly vanishes from sight.

A slight muttering precedes the appearance of Jael, stepping out of a glowing circle of energy and slowly becoming clearly visible.

Soam mutters and traces a glowing circle before him. He steps through the circle and suddenly vanishes from sight.

Athros mutters and traces a glowing circle before him. He steps through the circle and suddenly vanishes from sight.

Terakh mutters and traces a glowing circle before him. He steps through the circle and suddenly vanishes from sight.

Endantee mutters and traces a glowing circle before him. He steps through the circle and suddenly vanishes from sight.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver moves out of the room, the movement recognisable by the rustle of her robes and the occasional strand of web making a sickening snap.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver west to the Hall of the Pyrrhic Sage.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver south to the Hall of Resurrected Virtue.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver south to the Hall of the Humble Fallen.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "And now we come to the Devourer's Font."

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver east to Font of the Devourer.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver wrinkles her nose at the smell pervading the font.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver intones, "Our great Lord, He who was once the King and now rose even above that."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver intones, "We come here to pay tribute for the wisdom You bestow us with upon the path of Nihilism."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver intones, "We here gathered understand that to devour is to empower ourselves, and not to destroy."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver sidesteps to the right, avoiding a half-rotten hand trying to grab at her.

Calmly, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "We also bow our heads before Change for without Change there is only stagnation and slow decay."

Quietly, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Even if we do not fully comprehend that where it may lead, we give unto it out of our own free will."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver intones, "In Your honour, Devourer, we bring this merian child to appease Your eternal hunger."

Nariah nods her head at Othero.

Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani chants in the ear of a Merian child, revealing it to the gathering.

Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani pushes the Merian child to Nariah.

Nariah smirks.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver raises aloft a wriggling child, its screams inaudible through an obvious lack of tongue.

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Othero's lips.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver tosses the merian into a gaping hole in the ground by the wall and throws her head back in laughter as multiple maws raise from the hole to catch it.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver turns back to those gathered, stricken wails audible from behind.

Silkily, Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Heed this lesson brethren."

Nariah's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver west to the Hall of the Humble Fallen.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver north to the Hall of Resurrected Virtue.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver north to the Hall of the Pyrrhic Sage.

You follow Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver northwest to the Altar of the Throne of the Beast.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "And at last, but not least, we come to the Dark Lord of Nil."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver bows stiffly before the bone altar and turns to those gathered.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "We gather here last because only through a combination of all the Supreme Master's teachings, can we please Him."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver gives the glittering orb crowning the sceptre she holds a gentle caress.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver lectures, "Our Lord combines the tenets of the other Demon Lords in a perfect conjunction and with an iron patience sways from one to the other as the situation demands."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver lectures, "He is the embodiment of Perfection and with that perfection comes power. The power to sit patiently as the Eternal Master of Nil and to hold Himself above the other Lords."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver intones, "We understand this lesson and in Your honour vow to perfect ourselves in all aspects."

Nariah rubs an elongated skeletal wand and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights her.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Within Tipheret, the Sphere of Perfection, we embrace that and free ourselves from all bonds, physical and spiritual."

Amatsemaru mutters and clenches her fists which begin to glow. The glow spreads across her body.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Conjure up the Tiphereth within yourselves, brethren."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Be it through the Sphere itself or tapping upon its powers of Perfection."

Jael rubs a friendship ring of pure jade and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights him.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver asks, "Does anyone need the wand?"

Krunmnak rubs a blackened steel ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights him.

Iorden rubs a blackened steel ring and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights him.

Endantee slips into a blackened ring inscribed with cryptic symbols.

Endantee rubs a blackened ring inscribed with cryptic symbols and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights him.

Madara nods her head at Nariah.

Terakh nods his head at Nariah.

Othero nods his head at Nariah.

Madara ceases to wield a pitch-black iron Voidheart shield in her right hand.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver says, "Pass it around then."

Madara begins to wield an elongated skeletal wand in her right hand.

Madara rubs an elongated skeletal wand and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights her.

With a flourish, Terakh slips an igneous claymore into a wax hardened leather scabbard.

You rub a starry dragon brooch and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights you.

Terakh begins to wield an elongated skeletal wand in his left hand.

Terakh rubs an elongated skeletal wand and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights him.

Terakh ceases to wield an elongated skeletal wand in his left hand.

Othero begins to wield an elongated skeletal wand in his left hand.

Othero rubs an elongated skeletal wand and it begins to glow with a pulsating light.
A ray of golden light suddenly spotlights him.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver nods her head in approval and tilts her head slightly, as if hearing a far-off sound.

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver intones, "And so we have paid our homage and we have been heard."

Heresiarch Nariah, the Lunatic Reaver taps the orb upon her sceptre and watches as it begins to glow with a sickly jade hue.

Nariah raises the Damned Sceptre of the Ravenous Beast overhead with a ceremonial flourish, concluding the guild rite.
You gasp with the realization that Krunmnak has reached the level of Courageous.
You gasp with the realization that Soam has reached the level of Stalwart.
You gasp with the realization that Athros has reached the level of Resolute.

This is a rather excellent ritual done by Nariah that I had the distinct pleasure of observing. Decided to log it and post it here so you can all see the magnificent RP. Enjoy!

I have a ritual for the Demon Lords....

Feeding Raziela to Gorgulu?

No the one that is "griefing", remember?

Thank you Revan and others. I am really proud of how this one worked out!

To the others... Wow, Desitrus, I'm just speechless. Really, this was totally needed. Thank you.