Post by Rainne Fall on Dec 5, 2004 10:52:40 GMT -5
Rainne entered the Room of Requirement, looking even paler than usual. She closed the door behind her, and torches along the walls lit immediately, glowing blue flame. There were bookshelves full of different altar tools, books, and candles. The floor was clear for but a green silk cushion in the center. Rainne walked along the shelves, pulling off a bowl full of water, a bunch of fresh forest leaves, a small chip of firestone, and a small bowl of airy seasalt. When she turned around, there was a small table that sat only eight inches from the floor. She walked over and placed the objects on the table. Noticing something missing, she whirled around and quickly found inscence burning on several of the shelves. Picking one up, Rai carefully walked over to the small table and dashed the ash on the center.
Rai set the inscence on the floor and plucked five candles from the shelves. One blue, one green, one red, one yellow, and one white. She went back to the table and set the candles down. Kneeling on the cushion, she took a small dagger from her robes and openned her palm over the ashes. Pricking the center of her hand, several drops of blood fell on the ash. Without another movement from Rai, it shaped itself into a pentogram. She set the objects on the points of the pentogram, and their colored candle behind it. A corner of the firestone lit, and she lit the candles one by one. As soon as she was done, the firestone's fire faded. Sighing, she checked to make sure no sound was near before letting the last drop of blood fall in the center. The wound healed itself, and the pentogram of ash glowed with unnatural light.
Rai set the inscence on the floor and plucked five candles from the shelves. One blue, one green, one red, one yellow, and one white. She went back to the table and set the candles down. Kneeling on the cushion, she took a small dagger from her robes and openned her palm over the ashes. Pricking the center of her hand, several drops of blood fell on the ash. Without another movement from Rai, it shaped itself into a pentogram. She set the objects on the points of the pentogram, and their colored candle behind it. A corner of the firestone lit, and she lit the candles one by one. As soon as she was done, the firestone's fire faded. Sighing, she checked to make sure no sound was near before letting the last drop of blood fall in the center. The wound healed itself, and the pentogram of ash glowed with unnatural light.