[A.wanda approaches the altar area, finding the arch with 'the hanged man' arcana carved below it. at this point, she is past any skepticism when she is told she could put down an offering to appease the gods. nothing could really compare to a proper offering, but wanda kneels down nonetheless, pressing a hand to the carving for a moment of silence. then, she's pulling off one of the charms from her bracelet, letting it remain on the stone.
another time, she might approach someone else and offer some insight on what type of offering to give.]
Something small that you may have, like a snack. Anything that you'd be alright parting with, such as an earring or bracelet. Maybe some hair.
[yep... living in solvunn gives a person a skewed sense of what to leave behind.
B. the ritual which condemns josselyn to her fate is not all too dissimilar from what she has witnessed in her time in solvunn, in terms of killing animals to provide for food or to offer as sacrifice. thus, she does not flinch as the black sheep is pushed forward to the altar, anticipating what may become of it. there is neutrality in her expression, a tilt upwards of her chin, in recognition of solvunn's council members—that they would take responsibility for the wrongdoing of one of their own.
questions will arise from this ritual, how the chanting and the mist roll in, together with the figure of in the gloom, the way the sheep's skin coils unto josselyn's body.
what a cruel fate.
—but she should have thought better what her actions would result in. it is just punishment in her eyes. silence pervades afterwards. how could one deny the old god's existence and their lack of response towards solvunn with a display like this?
wanda nears the ritual fire when its lit, grabbing at one of the bones as they're instructed to do so should they desire it. she grazes over the surface of it with her thumb, imprints the sight of her arcana onto it. she no longer feels josselyn's presence with them; she is satisfied with the outcome. turning the bone over, the prints another arcana, 'the tower', to reminisce for the person who is not here with her to do so, waiting her turn to throw it into the fire.
C. she turns back now, ready to head back. this is now the time to speak a few words with her. otherwise, wanda will turn in time to see another summoned looking a little queasy. she reaches for them, stepping away from those filing to reach the portal, to ask with concern in her words,]
—EXECUTION [ OTA ]
another time, she might approach someone else and offer some insight on what type of offering to give.]
Something small that you may have, like a snack. Anything that you'd be alright parting with, such as an earring or bracelet. Maybe some hair.
[yep... living in solvunn gives a person a skewed sense of what to leave behind.
B. the ritual which condemns josselyn to her fate is not all too dissimilar from what she has witnessed in her time in solvunn, in terms of killing animals to provide for food or to offer as sacrifice. thus, she does not flinch as the black sheep is pushed forward to the altar, anticipating what may become of it. there is neutrality in her expression, a tilt upwards of her chin, in recognition of solvunn's council members—that they would take responsibility for the wrongdoing of one of their own.
questions will arise from this ritual, how the chanting and the mist roll in, together with the figure of in the gloom, the way the sheep's skin coils unto josselyn's body.
what a cruel fate.
—but she should have thought better what her actions would result in. it is just punishment in her eyes. silence pervades afterwards. how could one deny the old god's existence and their lack of response towards solvunn with a display like this?
wanda nears the ritual fire when its lit, grabbing at one of the bones as they're instructed to do so should they desire it. she grazes over the surface of it with her thumb, imprints the sight of her arcana onto it. she no longer feels josselyn's presence with them; she is satisfied with the outcome. turning the bone over, the prints another arcana, 'the tower', to reminisce for the person who is not here with her to do so, waiting her turn to throw it into the fire.
C. she turns back now, ready to head back. this is now the time to speak a few words with her. otherwise, wanda will turn in time to see another summoned looking a little queasy. she reaches for them, stepping away from those filing to reach the portal, to ask with concern in her words,]
Are you alright?