Venerate

I'm so sorry that being with you hurts you but I can't escape you and you can't live without me please just know that I love you and I don't want to hurt you but your devilish grin and irreverent sin makes me glad to be stuck in you

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Antique Oil Lamp Trinkets Dusty, rusty, reliable. 41 Flamerest Embers Organics Due to their long-lasting warmth, it is a common to see both dragons and serthis gathering these curious embers for use in the persistent heating of lairs or cauldrons. 41 Eye Agate Minerals & Ores These brilliant, banded stones are said to ward off predatory birds. They are of significance to especially superstitious Raptorik. 80 Amber Minerals & Ores Legends say that most of the realm's amber was formed in an ancient battle between the Flamecaller and the Gladekeeper, where terrible forest fires polymerized resin within the trees in the Viridian Labyrinth. 45

The spirit attached to Languid - and one of the only bonds in the Caravan Kingdom preformed with mutual consent; as such, Languid and Venerate's contract is unbreakable. They are one being, and as such, can never return to two. Like all spirits, Venerate has a particular affinity to certain things, and has crafted its appearance to reflect this. Gemstones twinkle from each crook and crack of its jagged body, with a soft, honey trickle of lava pouring from claws and maw. While most other spirits are cantankerous and violent towards humans, Venerate is tender, holding a deep love for Languid, who Venerate deems both 'master' and 'friend'. Venerate is unable to speak in the human tongue, but the bond with Languid lets them relay messages in the form of images and feelings to each other. While Languid doesn't know that Vacant is the one responsible for sealing Venerate into the jar, she feels intense fear and claustrophobia from being in her presence due to her emotional link with Venerate. "I am the sun before you see me rise I burn still when you close your eyes I am the soul that never dies when flesh is weak."

Blazing Slash Ability Stone A searing slash of raging flames. Deals close-combat Fire damage to one target. May only be used by fire dragons. 500 Required Level: 5 Brilliant Brass Torc Trinkets Does this go with your eyes? 41 Tallow Candle Trinkets A thick tallow candle to read creepy stories by. Let's hope it doesn't blow out. 47 Almandine Minerals & Ores Large deposits of almandine are sometimes mistaken for rubies, though they are actually a type of garnet. 45

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A kettle full of red burbled under the steady heat of an oil lamp's exposed flame; singing sweetly to any who dared listen.

A dark blue Skydancer clad in chimes and bells stirred the mixture with a sterile glass rod; before dripping concentrated foxglove nectar into the bubbling depths - a rudimentary anti-coagulant.

Sinless was not the first of his kind to discover the powers that blood held over the spirits; nor would he be the last - regardless, Vacant, the midnight coloured dancer, had been making discoveries into this foreboding and dangerous research since before Sinless was even born.

And, unlike Sinless, the blood seldom belonged to her - this particular batch came from a body brought to her for 'dressing' - only, unbeknownst to the client, the girl was still - just barely - alive.

And like a good mortician, Vacant drained the body overnight - a bit greedier than her usual practices, yes, but such an opportunity was too rare to let pass; after all, we're talking pints, over the usual ounces.

Regardless. the whole affair raised her to high spirits; a horrid, off-key humming began to echo through the room as Vacant removed her brew from the fire.

She sniffed it with interest, never seeming to bore of the metallic tang.

Perfect consistency, too. She funneled some of the mix into a cut-glass bottle, which she then stoppered - but not too tight.

This will be put to good use.

The following night Vacant left the small town that she resided in, and crashed away into the wilderness; her destination a massive swatch of black burned into the landscape.

Rumors were abound of a malevolent spirit of arson, burning all who dare approach it - Vacant, of course, was unafraid. Silence, ever her enemy, her movements made an uproarious sound that made all the birds flee in terror of her presence.

Live embers were scattered in her path, and burning leaves swept circles in the wind - the spirit must be close now.

The spirit hovered in the air, lava drizzling with its toothless maw. Vacant was face to face with it now - it seemed to stare at her, in spite of its head being smooth and eyeless. Devoid of most details, save the mouth.

Vacant's ever steady hands began to work away - splashing and swirling the prepared blood into meticulous patterns. Perfectly calculated - as scientific as it was artful.

The bottle was still mostly full. Vacant placed it in the center of her masterpiece unstoppered. The crowning jewel.

The spirit poked forward, its interest peaked. Vacant grinned, her body tingling with anticipation. The spirit faded as the blood began to glow. Possession - Vacant had studied this act well. The glow creeped up the blood, following its looping spirals; tracing it's every moment. Then, the blood inside the bottle glowed. Vacant snapped forward, stoppering the bottle with a hefty shove. The outside of the container was covered in sigils that deflect spirits. It was now trapped. It glowed in vain, tossing soft orange light across Vacant's face. She had done it. Veritable lightning in a bottle. They had called her mad - but no longer.

With this, there was no end to her possibilities - and no end to her experiments.

After all, if she was right about this, wasn't she right about everything?

So much more research...