Aislynn says, "Thank you all for joining me this day to honour our Silent Lord. I ask that out of respect for the nature of His Realm, you do not speak unless it is necessary for the ritual."

Gray tendrils of fog begin to creep into the room, seemingly coming from the very earth itself until your feet are completely hidden by a tumultuous swirling.

Aislynn lovingly coils a wisp of fog that has crept up her body as she gently gives it a command. Immediately the fog begins to shape and form itself into a roiling seven-pointed star.

Aislynn raises her arms skyward with fingers outstretched as she begins a whispered chant.

A beautiful muted slaugh drifts into the room slowly. Long golden hair flows down the back of her slender form and blows lazily in the breeze as she moves to stand at one point of the star.

Aislynn says, "Beauty. It is all around us. In life and death, dark and light, under the watch of the Wyrd and even in the northern forest. However, it is only in the beauty of being able to change and grow that you shall find true glory. My Lord, I thank you for the ability to see true beauty."

A muted slaugh drifts into the room, shadows leaping and dancing around her form as she moves to stand at another point of the star.

Aislynn says, "Shadows. Even the brightest of lights casts a shadow. They adapt and blend seamlessly until the time is right to strike. My Father, I thank you for the opportunity to grow strong in shadows while preparing to strike down the weak."

A muted slaugh wearing a beautiful burnt orange shroud drifts into the room. Dusk seems to follow her as she takes her place at a point of the star.

Aislynn says, "The Twilight. Where day and night are no longer definite. Like the mingling of day and night, we must be able to manipulate and obfuscate our true desires to those not worthy of their knowledge. Silent One, thank you for teaching me the ability to be concise and unclear simultaneously.

A muted slaugh with stitched lips drifts into the room taking her place among the others.

Aislynn says, "Silence. The only way to speak louder than shouting is to remain silent. My Father, thank you for saying so little and by doing so, teaching so much."

A muted slaugh in intimidating battle dress drifts in, her weapons and armour clinking in a melodious rhythm as she carries herself to her position in the star.

Aislynn says, "Refinement. There is only one way to be truly worthy of His glory. Weakness cannot be tolerated. Route it out and purge it from yourself and from the world. My Lord, thank you for teaching me my weaknesses so that I may stamp them out."

A muted slaugh drifts into the room. She stops before Aislynn, looking deeply into her eyes before nodding once and moving to her place at a tip of the star, leaving only one place open.

Aislynn says, "It is only with knowledge of all of the shrouds that one can truly hope to serve in His name. Thank you, dearest fae for joining me. And yet, one point remains unoccupied. The last point bears the mark of the Sacrifice. One who will be given in offering to our Lord."

Aislynn lowers her arms and moves to take her place in the last open point of the star.

Aislynn sings, "The Harbingers teach of the Shadowbeat.

Aislynn sings, "The inner rhythm that all living creatures dance to."

Aislynn sings, "In service to You,"

Aislynn sings, "My Father,"

Aislynn sings, "I silence it within myself."

Aislynn sings, "I give my life to you."

"Please accept my sacrifice." sings Aislynn, as a shadowy black pearl viola plays deep, dark melodies, and she looks directly at herself.

The throat of Aislynn undulates and warbles as she continues to maintain the moaning note of her song. Ominous black shadows rise out of the ground, slowly circling around herself.

Throwing back her head, Aislynn lets loose a bloodcurdling caw, bringing the killing note of her song to a screeching conclusion. The swirling black shadows that surround herself suddenly wrap tightly around her, squeezing the life from her body in mere moments.