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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 10:35 pm
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"Slitting throats is a proud tradition," clarified Liam, gesturing with his knife in a way not befitting his otherwise impeccable table manners.
He looked over at Temperance, silverware returning to its intended purpose. "You are correct, my dear - it is a matter of who, not what. As was made clear at the ball, the purpose of the tithe was to strengthen the cage - but your chosen representative voted to sacrifice one of the very pillars of the magic."
He dragged a potato around his plate.
"This is, of course, recap," he added. "You all know this, do you not?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 8:34 pm
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"Crystal ball," said Liam, gesturing to the orb on the table. He looked around, bouncing excitedly on his heels as he waited for them all to take their seats. When they were all settled, he waved his hand through the air, and the lights in the room dimmed - and the candles flared.
"Now, please, join hands and repeat after me - this won't work if you don't all play along," he said, holding his hands out to the nearest guests. He cleared his throat.
"Spirits of the past, move among us. Be guided by the light of this world and visit upon us," said Liam.
The air in the room felt suddenly chill.
Quote: The spirit will be among us in just a second! Please wait until it has made its first statement to reply!
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 8:41 pm
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The cold air seemed to swirl about the group. Its fingers wormed its way beneath the collars of the men, over the napes of the women. But they lingered longest on Thorne, a whisper of something borne on a dark, dark wind the last thing he knew...
All at once, Thorne's body language shifted. His shoulders rounded, his head tilted, almost coquettish. He traced the fingers of one hand over the tattoos exposed at his wrist as if he'd never seen them before. His eyelashes fluttered and he paused for a moment, the muscles of his shoulders jerking still as he seemed to realize where he was. "Why am I here?" Even his voice sounded different. Higher, softer in pitch, the tones more rounded than before. "What do you want?"
He looked around the room, but the frozen expression was not one Thorne had ever worn.
elkbones Thorne has been possessed by the spirit! You will have control back on my next post.
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