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!!TspZLFyUc0M 05/15/11(Sun)19:59 No.14939150You take the bones in hand and place the cloak upon your shoulders. "The bones of father, a mother, and their only son," you intone as you walk a circle in the cold waters of the Rime. You place the bones in their places, one at each of eight points, then return to the center and lay the cloak down beneath the chill flow on the river bed. You step back and speak in Samoyan: "Acheron, the Stygian Judge, flow forth through rivers clear. Rise up again to claim your due, inspiring mortal fear." As if from the bed of the river itself a hand of bone juts out from between the pebbles. It climbs out revealing a full skeleton that stands before you. The skeleton reaches down and pulls up the cloak, throwing it about its shoulders before drawing it over its head. The skeleton then touches a single finger to the water and rivulets of ice quickly dart about the circle. You stand still eyes locked with the bag in hand, knowing not to move as the river freezes solid within the circle, trapping you within. You look back to the bank where Arnold still stands, eyes wide, before giving you a nod. As instructed, you pull the bag of coins from your waist and hold it read in your hand. When you look back the skeleton stands upon the frozen water with black icy veins coursing throughout the figure, forming a suit of formidable armor. The robed head tilts as the skeleton begins to walk around you in a circle. "Who so foolishly calls upon Acheron, the Shepard of the Damned? Show me why I should not leave and take your life as tribute." As instructed, you draw the coin purse out and dump it upon the ice, scattering golden coins across the circle. "Very well," says the eerily commanding female voice. "We shall talk. What is it that you seek, pact maker?" |