Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2020 13:02:56 GMT -5
Two stones, two cainites, one friend, one enemy, one purpose. Francesco was not quite familiar with the ritual he was about to conduct but praxis made perfect as they said. True, he reconstructed this ritual based on his observations of african Cainites, old tomes and some obscure practices he heard about from a Cappadocian he met a long time ago but he was confident enough to give it a try.
His ritual knife in hand he opened the cage of the first chicken and grabbed the terrified bird inside, stabbed it in the chest and collected the blood in a bowl, then he repeated the process with the second one and left the two dead birds on the kitchen table, the people in the kitchen would cook something out of it for sure, he just needed the blood.
With one of the bowls in each hand Francesco found his way back into his chambers where two small polished rocks, one of marble and one of granite both leftovers from the ever ongoing work to restore this old palazzo he now lived in, were waiting on him. In cursive letters Francesco wrote the two names on the polished stones, using the white feather of a dove on the marble for Vagas and a the black feather of a raven on the granite for Sir Barugus. When he was satisfied with his work he put the two stones back on the little altar he had built for ritual purposes and gave his offering of burial incense while chanting a song for the dead. Spirits followed the sound of his voice and went into the granite, but to Francescos great confision completely ignoring the marble…
What had happened here? Was marble not a good choice for this ritual? Was it the feather? Was Vagas maybe not his complete name or even a made up one? He would have to repeat that ritual at another time to see if it was just unfortunate for him that the ritual failed…
At least he would now be able to keep track of his enemy for a month before he would have to pay a blood toll to keep the magic active…
His ritual knife in hand he opened the cage of the first chicken and grabbed the terrified bird inside, stabbed it in the chest and collected the blood in a bowl, then he repeated the process with the second one and left the two dead birds on the kitchen table, the people in the kitchen would cook something out of it for sure, he just needed the blood.
With one of the bowls in each hand Francesco found his way back into his chambers where two small polished rocks, one of marble and one of granite both leftovers from the ever ongoing work to restore this old palazzo he now lived in, were waiting on him. In cursive letters Francesco wrote the two names on the polished stones, using the white feather of a dove on the marble for Vagas and a the black feather of a raven on the granite for Sir Barugus. When he was satisfied with his work he put the two stones back on the little altar he had built for ritual purposes and gave his offering of burial incense while chanting a song for the dead. Spirits followed the sound of his voice and went into the granite, but to Francescos great confision completely ignoring the marble…
What had happened here? Was marble not a good choice for this ritual? Was it the feather? Was Vagas maybe not his complete name or even a made up one? He would have to repeat that ritual at another time to see if it was just unfortunate for him that the ritual failed…
At least he would now be able to keep track of his enemy for a month before he would have to pay a blood toll to keep the magic active…