// We had called the followers to attend a sacrificial ritual. // They were still on their way to the shrine. You are in a dark and gloomy room completely made of black marble. Attached at the northern wall you can see an enormous spike which reaches into the room. Enlighted by two big torches it dives it into an important light. Throwning in the middle of the room you see a majestically bloodcoverd altar. You can feel the strong presence of a mighty deity here. There are two obvious exits: east, south. The globe of lightning (with Native inside) drifts after you. You suddenly hear the voice of Sera whispering into your ear: sailing Dragan steps out of the void. It gets lighter. There's a deafening crack as a bolt of lightening from the globe grounds itself. Dragan chuckles politely. The bright colors of the globe cycle quickly. Dragan yells in xyllic: I will pick up Mora. Native struggles violently inside of the globe of lightning. The bright colors of the globe cycle quickly. You sit down to rest a while. Dragan starts moving east. Dragan leaves east. It gets darker. There's a deafening crack as a bolt of lightening from the globe grounds itself. Native struggles violently inside of the globe of lightning. You receive a slight shock as the pent up electricity in the globe discharges. The bright colors of the globe cycle quickly. Electricity from the globe sends out tendrils along the ground. There's a brief flash as a crackle of energy races along the surface of the globe. Dragan arrives. Mora arrives. The bright colors of the globe cycle quickly. It gets lighter. Dragan sits down to rest a while. You smile. Mora sits down to rest a while. Dragan gets a sacrificial knife from the backpack. Dragan wields a sacrificial knife in his right hand. Mora looks at the altar. There's a brief flash as a crackle of energy races along the surface of the globe. You say in xyllic: we will wait for another follower. The stored electrical energy of the globe causes your skin to tingle. Mora nods solemnly. You smile friendly. Electricity from the globe sends out tendrils along the ground. Sera arrives. It gets lighter. Dragan smiles at Sera. Sera smiles and greets you! You smile at Sera. Mora greets Sera. Dragan yells in xyllic: Hi Sera. Sera smiles at Mora. Electricity from the globe sends out tendrils along the ground. Mora smiles at Sera. You stretch your legs and stand up gracefully. Mora sits up and clambers to her feet. Dragan sits up and clambers to his feet. There's a deafening crack as a bolt of lightening from the globe grounds itself. You say in xyllic: anyone else on his way? The raging storm vanishes. Sera smiles silently at the Native. There's a brief flash as a crackle of energy races along the surface of the globe. Sera yells in xyllic: Not that I know of The storm around Dragan vanishes. You say to Dragan in xyllic: please assist the ritual then... Dragan nods solemnly. Your eyes flicker and then your magical sight is gone. The stored electrical energy of the globe causes your skin to tingle. Dragan lowers his head faithfully. You walk over to the altar, wielding a knife in your right hand. You carefully scrape the dried blood off the surface with your knife. With some swift movements You scratch along the blood-channels at the edges of the altar to ensure that the blood can stream down freely. You turn towards Native and grab him by the neck. Viciously You pull Native along and and finally drag him across the edge of the altar. You fiercely stare at Native and forcefully pull back his arms, exposing his chest. Dragan starts to chant a powerful prayer. You unwield the wooden spear. You unwield the wooden spear. You draw the sacrificial knife from your scabbard belt. You wield the sacrificial knife in your right hand. Sera sighs silently. You thoughtfully look at your knife, spit on it and awkwardly rub it with a dirty handkerchief you pulled out of your pocket. Mora sighs silently. After putting away the handkerchief, You look up and hiss a short prayer. Thunder roars in the distance. Native lifts him head and frightenedly looks around. You push back the head of Native and cut deeply into his chest. You try to grab into the freshly cut hole, but it seems to be too small! You suppress a curse and viciously start pulling at the ribs. Native moans painfully and struggles, but he can't move away. Finally You manages to break one of the ribs with a hard blow of the knife's hilt. Sera steps back a bit. Native seems to fall unconcious. You hurriedly cut through the bleeding flesh, digging for the heart of Native. You smile relievedly. Seemingly You have found what You were looking for! Streams of blood rise like a fountain of blood as You cut the main artery. You suddenly pull back your left hand. Ah, only a small cut across your fingers. You proceed. You grab the heart with both hands and desperately pull on it. You are not sure if Native is still alive or not. With great effort You manage to rip out the heart. Native groans painfully and stares at the heart as You hold it up. You relievedly chant a prayer to Huitzilopochtli. The ritual is over, Huitzilopochtli has decided to take the sacrifice. You rise in his favour. Native died. You killed Native. Dragan stops his chanting. Dragan smiles thankfully at you. Sera looks at you. You smile at Dragan. Mora smiles at you. say Well... and now... You say in xyllic: Well... and now... You grin evilly at Mora. Dragan grins evilly. Mora smiles hopefully. Dragan yells in xyllic: The last step. You say to Mora in xyllic: now you will sacrifice yourself! Sera stares still a bit at the corpse. You take your ritual weapon and cut the skin of the corpse from neck to belly. Then you remove it totally and hold the poor remains of the corpse upside down. A large pool of gore forms on the ground. You snicker demonically. Mora nods solemnly. Mora smiles demonically. Dragan says to Mora in xyllic: It is a great honour and pleasure to give your life. Dragan nods seriously. Mora nods solemnly. You get a bloody skin. Dragan looks at the runes. Mora looks at the runes. You offer a bloody skin to Dragan. You say to Dragan in xyllic: please keep this Dragan accepts a bloody skin. You say in xyllic: so we don't mix things up... Dragan nods solemnly. Sera steps a bit in the background. You grin evilly. Sera sits down to rest a while. Mora begins to pray. Suddenly Mora throws herself on a spike on the altar that you did not recognize before. Blood flows over the altar. Horrible screams echo through the room. Suddenly your mind fills with joy. Huitzilopochtli has found another worthy being in Mora. You know that it is your task to instruct her in the way of Huitzilopochtli. You should hurry there now. Mora died. It gets lighter. You take your ritual weapon and cut the skin of the corpse from neck to belly. Then you remove it totally and hold the poor remains of the corpse upside down. A large pool of gore forms on the ground. You smile. Dragan smiles warmly at Mora. You shout in xyllic: PRAISE HUITZILOPOCHTLI! Dragan shouts in xyllic: PRAISE HUITZILOPOCHTLI Sera smiles silently at Mora. Sera sits up and clambers to her feet. Mora yells in xyllic: PRAISE HUITZILOPOCHTLI You say in xyllic: You have pleased Huitzilopochtli with your blood... Mora nods solemnly. Sera looks silently at ceiling and shortly closes her eyes. You say in xyllic: and I will beg for a new body for you... You smile warmly. Mora nods solemnly. You chant a prayer to Huitzilopochtli. Huitzilopochtli granted you a better knowledge in this miracle! You give some of your health to Mora. You resurrect Mora. Sera looks at Mora. You get a bloody skin. You offer a bloody skin to Mora. Mora accepts a bloody skin. Mora smiles. Mora looks at the bloody skin. Sera gets a cup of red tea from the backpack. Sera gets a cinnamon roll from the backpack. You say in xyllic: wear your old skin with pride.. it will decay as your old life did Sera offers a cinnamon roll to Mora. Sera gives a cinnamon roll to Mora. Sera offers a cup of red tea to Mora. Sera gives a cup of red tea to Mora. Mora looks at a cinnamon roll. Mora looks at the cup of red tea. Dragan asks Mora in xyllic: How did it feel ? Sera says to Mora in xyllic: Try it :) It is tasty :) You smile warmly at Sera. Mora drinks from a cup of red tea. Mora smiles. Sera smiles silently at Mora. Mora eats a cinnamon roll. Dragan asks Mora in xyllic: Could you feel HIM when the spike pierced you ? Mora nods solemnly. Mora yells in xyllic: i feel HIM You hum a mystic melody to your deity. Dragan yells in xyllic: It is such an honour. Mora yells in xyllic: it was the best feeling i ever had You create a delicious cake. Dragan yells in xyllic: And a pleasure. Mora nods wildly. Dragan sighs dreamily. // Mora gets her stuff and wears it. Mora looks at the bloody skin. Mora yells in xyllic: hmm this skin.... Mora gets a light sword and a sword. Mora gets 16 silver coins, 24 copper coins, 35 gold coins and many platinum coins. Mora gets a small herbbag. Mora gets a small amber amulet. You say in xyllic: this skin was your skin Mora rubs the small amber amulet on her clothes. Mora nods solemnly. You grin evilly. Mora smiles. Dragan: hmm, should we get another native ? the sacc probably did cost quite some faith *g* // Disconnected and reconnected to host xyllomer.de Mora yells in xyllic: i feel a big stone falling from me // Again: Disconnected and reconnected to host xyllomer.de // It was just one of these days when my phone line crashed and crashed... Sera massacres the hideous head of the bad smelling neuter ghoul with her right hand. Sera massacres the hideous head of the bad smelling neuter ghoul with her left hand. Dragan grazes the hideous head of the bad smelling neuter ghoul with his left hand. Mora takes a leather scalemail, a pair of leathern leg plates and a spear. Sera massacres the right leg of the bad smelling neuter ghoul with her right hand. Sera smashs the hideous head of the bad smelling neuter ghoul with her left hand. Mora drops a leather scalemail. Mora drops a pair of leathern leg plates. Mora drops a spear. Dragan comforts you. Dragan massacres the hideous head of the bad smelling neuter ghoul with his left hand. The bad smelling neuter ghoul died. Sera massacres the right arm of the bad smelling neuter ghoul with her left hand. Mora hurts the slimy body of the bad smelling neuter ghoul with her right hand. Mora massacres the hideous head of the bad smelling neuter ghoul with her left hand. Dragan: hmm, should we get another native ? the sacc probably did cost quite some faith *g* ooc the 3rd time i ask :) Crotalo: sorry ooc was unable to answer Sera gets a gem from the medium backpack. Sera concentrates on her gem. Sera puts a gem into the medium backpack. Crotalo: OK, let's get another one Dragan yells in xyllic: You wait here please. Mora sits down to rest a while. Dragan yells in xyllic: We will come right back. Mora nods solemnly. Mora begins to pray. Sera raises her eyebrow. The slime rapidly decays to dust and blows away. Sera says to Dragan in xyllic: Whats up ? Dragan yells in xyllic: With another native to celebrate this. Dragan smiles. You say in xyllic: we decided to get another native Sera nods silently. You hum a mystic melody to your deity. Suddenly the air is ripped appart by a blood red slash. You establish a portal. Dragan leaves into the void. You are inside the void between the planes of existance. Huitzilopochtli allows his priests short trips through the void to bring offerings to the sacred places. // Together with Dragan, it's no problem to get another victim for our altar. // After a short fight, a burley male native is ready to face his horrible fate. You hum a mystic melody to your deity. You chant loudly and see a globe of lightning bolts forming around Native. Native struggles violently inside of the globe of lightning. You receive a slight shock as the pent up electricity in the globe discharges. Native struggles violently inside of the globe of lightning. Dragan nods solemnly. There's a deafening crack as a bolt of lightening from the globe grounds itself. You say in xyllic: OK The moon shines brightly, and soft, fluffy white clouds drift across the sky. There's a deafening crack as a bolt of lightening from the globe grounds itself. Native struggles vainly inside of the globe of lightning. You hum a mystic melody to your deity. Suddenly the air is ripped appart by a blood red slash. You establish a portal. Dragan leaves into the void. There is already someone in the portal. It gets darker. You are inside the void between the planes of existance. Huitzilopochtli allows his priests short trips through the void to bring offerings to the sacred places. The globe of lightning (with Native inside) drifts after you. You are in a dark and gloomy room completely made of black marble. Attached at the northern wall you can see an enormous spike which reaches into the room. Enlighted by two big torches it dives it into an important light. Throwning in the middle of the room you see a majestically bloodcoverd altar. You can feel the strong presence of a mighty deity here. There are two obvious exits: east, south. A leather scalemail, a pair of leathern leg plates and a spear. Dragan. Mora is resting here. Sera[follower]. The globe of lightning (with Native inside) drifts after you. Native struggles violently inside of the globe of lightning. There's a brief flash as a crackle of energy races along the surface of the globe. Dragan unwields a maquahuitl. Dragan sheathes a maquahuitl in his scabbard belt. You unwield the wooden spear. You unwield the wooden spear. Dragan unwields a wooden spear. Native struggles violently inside of the globe of lightning. You wield the sacrificial knife in your right hand. Dragan gets a sacrificial knife from the backpack. The stored electrical energy of the globe causes your skin to tingle. You walk over to the altar, wielding a knife in your right hand. You carefully scrape the dried blood off the surface with your knife. With some swift movements You scratch along the blood-channels at the edges of the altar to ensure that the blood can stream down freely. You turn towards Native and grab him by the neck. Viciously You pull Native along and and finally drag him across the edge of the altar. You fiercely stare at Native and forcefully pull back his arms, exposing his chest. Dragan wields a sacrificial knife in his right hand. Mora smiles. Dragan starts to chant a powerful prayer. Sera gets a gem from the medium backpack. You thoughtfully look at your knife, spit on it and awkwardly rub it with a dirty handkerchief you pulled out of your pocket. Sera concentrates on her gem. Sera tells you: This time maybe a longer cut ? :) After putting away the handkerchief, You look up and hiss a short prayer. Thunder roars in the distance. Native lifts him head and frightenedly looks around. You push back the head of Native and cut deeply into his chest. You try to grab into the freshly cut hole, but it seems to be too small! You suppress a curse and viciously start pulling at the ribs. Native moans painfully and struggles, but he can't move away. Finally You manages to break one of the ribs with a hard blow of the knife's hilt. Native seems to fall unconcious. You hurriedly cut through the bleeding flesh, digging for the heart of Native. You smile relievedly. Seemingly You have found what You were looking for! Streams of blood rise like a fountain of blood as You cut the main artery. You suddenly pull back your left hand. Ah, only a small cut across your fingers. You proceed. You grab the heart with both hands and desperately pull on it. You are not sure if Native is still alive or not. With great effort You manage to rip out the heart. Native groans painfully and stares at the heart as You hold it up. You relievedly chant a prayer to Huitzilopochtli. The ritual is over, Huitzilopochtli has decided to take the sacrifice. You rise in his favour. Native died. Dragan stops his chanting. Dragan smiles. Sera puts a gem into the medium backpack. Mora smiles wildly. You hum a mystic melody to your deity. You tell Sera: ooc: nen sac-text schreiben ist ne Hoellenarbeit, das geht nicht so schnell ;) // Crotalo OOC: Writing a sac text is an awful lot of work, I can't change it that quickly. // (Unlike the clerics of Rokoon who can hold several different own sermons, we have // only one ritual text. In two versions: one for the priest and one for the audience.) Dragan unwields a sacrificial knife. Sera sighs silently. Dragan bows humbly to you. Sera gets a gem from the medium backpack. Sera concentrates on her gem. Sera tells you: ooc schon gut sera ist halt etwas .. schockiert :) // Sera OOC: It's OK. Sera is just a bit .. shocked. You smile thankfully at Dragan. Sera puts a gem into the medium backpack. Dragan puts a sacrificial knife into the backpack. Dragan sits down to rest a while. Mora drinks from a waterskin (0l). Dragan yells in xyllic: This is a great day. You take your ritual weapon and cut the skin of the corpse from neck to belly. Then you remove it totally and hold the poor remains of the corpse upside down. A large pool of gore forms on the ground. Dragan smiles at Mora. The spear is too heavy. The scalemail is too heavy. You get a gold coin, a bloody head, a bloody skin, a leather scalemail, two pairs of leathern leg plates, six silver coins, a skinned corpse, a spear and two copper coins. Sera silently thanks you. Mora thanks you. You say in xyllic: well.. I hope this helped to increase your faith in Huitzilopochtli... You smile friendly. Mora nods solemnly. Mora yells in xyllic: can i explore some more about HIM? You say in xyllic: sure, but not today Mora nods solemnly. Dragan yells to Mora in xyllic: Come to every sacrifice that will be announced. Mora nods solemnly. Mora yells in xyllic: i will You say in xyllic: these sacrifices have been hard work... I think I will now retire // I returned to our pyramid and sold the stuff which our xochimique // had left behind. But when I accidently offered their heads and skins // to our shopkeeper... Kazernak says in nahuatl: Yuck, this is disgusting! Take it away! // Yes, my friend, this is the sad truth: Even the old aztecs in our own // step pyramid in Zynaya are scared when being confronted with parts // of dismembered corpses... O tempora! O mores!