11-22-2013, 01:57 PM
A call to Desert Oracle usually (but not always) begins with the Alpha. When a request comes for some sort of spiritual assistance or guidance from whoever of the pack is available, Phoebe determines who is closest or who among her sisters is best suited for the task. For instance, if healing is required, she would send Keisha or Sophia before she would go herself, it's simply not an area she excels in.
The request from Hector comes at a time when she's working in her gallery. Wiping her hands off on the thighs of her jeans, Phoebe answers it and, yes, cuts Hector off mid poetic flair. He can hear the smile in her voice when she says it, all easy and amused but also Let's not beat around this bush, okay? There is a bond there, and not merely the one a of a shared responsibility of leadership. Hector has come into Phoebe's home and partaken of her hospitality. He's been in her gallery along with others to discuss and plot and plan. They were both near that pit, Phoebe and her sisters summoning while Hector and his packmates fought to keep them safe to do their work. These are binding events, at least they are to Phoebe. There's no need for such long-winded formalities. Not even for this.
She tells him to meet her that night in Roxborough with whomever he would wish to share in this ritual. Of course his pack, and of course his kinswoman, but others, too, if he likes. There's a clearing toward the south border that will do for this. When she hangs up, Phoebe leaves immediately. There are many things to prepare, and only so much time in which to do it.
The Black Fury gets there before sundown. There are herbs to be burned. While they burn in small clay pots placed to mark the four corners around her, Phoebe stands in the center, rips the Gauntlet wide, and she summons. Seconds become minutes become hours as she stands there, murmuring a call to the spirits.
She's still standing, still summoning and calling through into the other realm when Fog's children and their kin arrive. Just in time. It's only fitting that Fog itself be here to witness this sacred rite of courage.
Through the hole it comes. First it's faint, a small trailing finger of smoky fog. Then more, and more, and it begins to billow and roil and churn around them. It clings to the earth and to the dried grasses. It hangs from the bare branches of the winter-naked trees, creating a ghostly white-grey canopy around them. It brushes against them, tangling in Tamsin's hair, wrapping around Lola's feet. And then it swallows them up, swirls around them for a moment before pulling back again, and Celduin knows that they are loved by their totem spirit.
And so it is that Fog has come to attend, as well, of course it does. This is its child who has struggled through so much, who has grown so much in the months and months since claiming the mantle of Alpha.
"Ready?" asks Phoebe, her wide mouth pulled in a broad smile as she watches them. Just as the waning Galliard moon rises into view to the east.
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niko @ 12:29PM
[first we rip a hole in the Gauntlet]
Roll: 6 d10 TN2 (2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 7) ( success x 6 ) VALID
niko @ 12:31PM
[wits+rituals, spending three hours to drop the diff to 4]
Roll: 5 d10 TN4 (1, 7, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 4 ) VALID
niko @ 12:32PM
[gnosis again]
Roll: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 4 ) VALID
niko @ 12:32PM
That's it for now
jamie @ 12:35PM
Daaaaaaamn, giiiiiiiirl.
Samael @ 12:35PM
NICE
jamie @ 12:35PM
What did you just do!
niko @ 12:35PM
Invited a special guest =]
The request from Hector comes at a time when she's working in her gallery. Wiping her hands off on the thighs of her jeans, Phoebe answers it and, yes, cuts Hector off mid poetic flair. He can hear the smile in her voice when she says it, all easy and amused but also Let's not beat around this bush, okay? There is a bond there, and not merely the one a of a shared responsibility of leadership. Hector has come into Phoebe's home and partaken of her hospitality. He's been in her gallery along with others to discuss and plot and plan. They were both near that pit, Phoebe and her sisters summoning while Hector and his packmates fought to keep them safe to do their work. These are binding events, at least they are to Phoebe. There's no need for such long-winded formalities. Not even for this.
She tells him to meet her that night in Roxborough with whomever he would wish to share in this ritual. Of course his pack, and of course his kinswoman, but others, too, if he likes. There's a clearing toward the south border that will do for this. When she hangs up, Phoebe leaves immediately. There are many things to prepare, and only so much time in which to do it.
The Black Fury gets there before sundown. There are herbs to be burned. While they burn in small clay pots placed to mark the four corners around her, Phoebe stands in the center, rips the Gauntlet wide, and she summons. Seconds become minutes become hours as she stands there, murmuring a call to the spirits.
She's still standing, still summoning and calling through into the other realm when Fog's children and their kin arrive. Just in time. It's only fitting that Fog itself be here to witness this sacred rite of courage.
Through the hole it comes. First it's faint, a small trailing finger of smoky fog. Then more, and more, and it begins to billow and roil and churn around them. It clings to the earth and to the dried grasses. It hangs from the bare branches of the winter-naked trees, creating a ghostly white-grey canopy around them. It brushes against them, tangling in Tamsin's hair, wrapping around Lola's feet. And then it swallows them up, swirls around them for a moment before pulling back again, and Celduin knows that they are loved by their totem spirit.
And so it is that Fog has come to attend, as well, of course it does. This is its child who has struggled through so much, who has grown so much in the months and months since claiming the mantle of Alpha.
"Ready?" asks Phoebe, her wide mouth pulled in a broad smile as she watches them. Just as the waning Galliard moon rises into view to the east.
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niko @ 12:29PM
[first we rip a hole in the Gauntlet]
Roll: 6 d10 TN2 (2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 7) ( success x 6 ) VALID
niko @ 12:31PM
[wits+rituals, spending three hours to drop the diff to 4]
Roll: 5 d10 TN4 (1, 7, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 4 ) VALID
niko @ 12:32PM
[gnosis again]
Roll: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 4 ) VALID
niko @ 12:32PM
That's it for now
jamie @ 12:35PM
Daaaaaaamn, giiiiiiiirl.
Samael @ 12:35PM
NICE
jamie @ 12:35PM
What did you just do!
niko @ 12:35PM
Invited a special guest =]