Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-29458028-20160427151837

"Powers that rule the cardinal points, send me a ray of warmth. For in my life I have sinned, and let me be cleansed, so I may hope for a better reincarnation in my next life. I have been abandoned by the divines, so I seek your aid and salvation" chanted an old witch, deep in the basement of some slum building. Or perhaps even in the catacombs below the city.

She was kneeling before an altar, where a goat was stabbed with a powerless replica of the Dawnbreaker. A perfect circle was formed around the goat, which sat in the middle of a Pentagram, painted with blood into the floor. A single brazier was before the goat, as the witch scattered nightshade petals into it.

The witch continued "Meridia, hear my plea, send me an emissiary to cleanse my missteps, and save me from the ever grabbing claws of the greedy daedra. Give me protection from those who wish to claim my soul. For today, I renounce all my former ties, and pledge myself to you and only you."

The flames of the candles changed colour to a brilliant white, as the Pentagram glowed and hummed. The goat slowly disintegrated. The Dawnbreaker replica floated slowly into the air, glowing white. The witch grabbed the sword, and slit her own wrists above the brazier, which glowed brightly, before an explosion threw the witch back...

From the clearing dust strode a pair of teenaged looking ... humans!? They both possessed white hair, and the boy smirked, drawing his pistol. The witch's eyes widened as she said "who are you? Why have you disrupted my ritual? I think I did the dark pacts correctly, but why have I summoned a boy and girl? Where is my emissiary of Meridia?"

The boy raised an eyebrow as he pointed his pistol at the witch and fired three times, the power of the shots smashing her body clean into a wall, as he spread his wings for show. He said "I am from the Coloured rooms, but you messed up. Praying to Meridia requires no blood sacrifice. We will not accept the profane."

The witch wheezed and said "take my soul, oh divine messenger..."

The white haired girl strode forward, and stabbed the witch through her head with her sword, as the witch's soul seemed to give a tormented shriek, as it departed from the body and glowed a bright gold, before it exploded. Consigned permanently into oblivion. A destroyed soul.

The boy turned and said "well, sis, back in Mundus ... I wonder why?"