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The Ritual
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Marianda Glupton - Oracle, Brewer, Witch.
She uncorked the bottle and inhaled the fumes. A strong yet pleasant scent of spice and smokey spirit itching the nostrils. Marianda Glupton filled her chalice and drank. The familiar burn of purely distilled spirit, but with a twist. The brew was seasoned to perfection. Stored below ground in an oak barrel for 600 days during the fermantationprocess, and as instructed the cellar hatch had been left open for the duration of every fullmoon. She poured herself another dose. The lit wax candle was the only source of light in the damp basement. The flame danced peacefully, softly illuminating. She kindled the coals within her censer, a mixture of select incense would eventually fill the room and finalize the necessary ambience. She unraveled a scroll and flattened it against the cold stone tile flooring, sheet music riddled with notes specifying a plethora of details concerning the performance of the piece. Marianda carefully tightened a few flat strings on her ornate microtonal harp. Her fingers caressed the strings as she skimmed through the sheet music one last time. Gently, she plucked the melancholy piece composed for this specifc occasion. She licked her lips, took a deep breath and then sang the appropriate verse with precise timing, emphasism and flawless melody.
... -"Take a look at this viscous liquid for example."
The Oracle took down a small vail sealed by cork with murky content from the shelf and presented it proudly.
-"Inhale these fumes and you will easily overcome the most excruciating pain... Or this one, a deep breath of this and you'll feel as strong as an ox and as quick as a cobra... A taste of this one and some claim they can see and even converse with the lingering apparitions of their lost loved ones. Some are less fortunate however, tormented by illwilled demons causing them fear and suffering... When sickness takes hold of you, take a few swigs from this bottle each day and your body will fight of the nastiest infections. Quick warning, it doesn't taste like strawberry pie."
She uncorked the bottle and inhaled the fumes. A strong yet pleasant scent of spice and smokey spirit itching the nostrils. Marianda Glupton filled her chalice and drank. The familiar burn of purely distilled spirit, but with a twist. The brew was seasoned to perfection. Stored below ground in an oak barrel for 600 days during the fermantationprocess, and as instructed the cellar hatch had been left open for the duration of every fullmoon. She poured herself another dose. The lit wax candle was the only source of light in the damp basement. The flame danced peacefully, softly illuminating. She kindled the coals within her censer, a mixture of select incense would eventually fill the room and finalize the necessary ambience. She unraveled a scroll and flattened it against the cold stone tile flooring, sheet music riddled with notes specifying a plethora of details concerning the performance of the piece. Marianda carefully tightened a few flat strings on her ornate microtonal harp. Her fingers caressed the strings as she skimmed through the sheet music one last time. Gently, she plucked the melancholy piece composed for this specifc occasion. She licked her lips, took a deep breath and then sang the appropriate verse with precise timing, emphasism and flawless melody.
... -"Take a look at this viscous liquid for example."
The Oracle took down a small vail sealed by cork with murky content from the shelf and presented it proudly.
-"Inhale these fumes and you will easily overcome the most excruciating pain... Or this one, a deep breath of this and you'll feel as strong as an ox and as quick as a cobra... A taste of this one and some claim they can see and even converse with the lingering apparitions of their lost loved ones. Some are less fortunate however, tormented by illwilled demons causing them fear and suffering... When sickness takes hold of you, take a few swigs from this bottle each day and your body will fight of the nastiest infections. Quick warning, it doesn't taste like strawberry pie."
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