Renew the Pact: Ritual Matters

Log Info

• Title: Renew the Pact: Ritual Matters
• Emitter: Whirlpool
• Characters: Cryosanthia, Iuitl, Halani, Ravenstongue, Jinks, Stjepan, Verna, Seldan, Zeke, Merek
• Place: Alexandria, Undisclosed Location
• Time: Saturday, January 08, 2022, 9:36 PM
• Summary: Griva Brassbringer has called together agents and actors who've worked for and with the Resurrectionists in the past at an undisclosed location in order to reveal her organization's next goal. Iuitl and her raven occupy a quiet space. Cryosanthia enters the room and sheds a disguise she's used to travel through the city. Ravenstongue and Pothy find their way in, moving through the press. Jinks had apparently arrived early and is suspiciously sober. Seldan and Zeke arrive together and take up a place near Verna. Stjepan and Merek both lean against a wall. Griva begins to speak, explaining in broad strokes the abridged history of magic and its role on Ea. Those in attendance are informed of the Pact; a deal struck with Animus and the mortal races. The Resurrectionists want to renew this pact in the hopes of quieting a violent shard of Animus. Questions are asked and some answers are given. There is more work to be done and with a general notion of how to proceed the meeting disbands.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  Appearing, in Order  =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Cryosanthia  6'9"     291 Lb     Sith-Makar        Female    A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
Iuitl        5'2"     149 Lb     Sith-Makar        Female    Short sith, mottled black scales, tired green eyes.
Halani       5'4"     120 Lb     Human/Xian        Female    Shortish, dusky skinned woman with almond shaped eyes.
Ravenstongue 5'0"     99 Lb      Half-Elf          Female    Short half-elf girl with violet eyes and black hair.
Jinks        3'4"     39 Lb      Gnome             Male      A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry.
Stjepan      8'0"     534 Lb     Giantborn         Male      Big, blonde jotun.
Verna        4'5"     98 Lb      Half-Elf          Female    Petite humanoid in bulky gray robes and cloak.
Seldan       5'11"    187 Lb     Human             Male      Ginger-blonde human in armor wearing Eluna's symbol.                       
Zeke         6'8"     239 Lb     Sith-Makar        Male      A blue-scaled sith-makar in white Daeus vestments.
Merek        5'10"    215 Lb     Human             Male      A black-haired, dusky male with golden eyes.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  NPCs of Note  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Griva Brassbriger                Khazadi           Female    Head of the Resurrectionist society, representative of Rune
Farland                          Gnome             Male      Griva's well traveled assistant.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  As the GM  =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Whirlpool                                                    I am stinky!
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The time is drawing near.

A great many missions have been accomplished by members of the Guild of Explorers at the behest of the Resurrectionists, and perhaps the city too. It's hard to say how much the officials approve of the efforts of the Animusites and they aren't exactly being open about it beyond clearly tolerating their presence.

Griva Brassbringer has called together this small meeting to begin the process of readying for the event. And it will be an event: the 'pact' that must be 'renewed'.

"Welcome, all," she says, as people begin to arrive, her hands folded neatly together in front of her. This meeting room is warmed by a hearth and seems cozy enough.

Iuitl has arrived, her raven sitting on her shoulder looking calm. She has found a place to sit down in relative silence, away from the rest of everyone.

A black-scaled sith'makar enters, a female that looks vaguely familiar to anyone that has spent significant time at Mictlan. A stranger to those at the small meeting in the undisclosed location and unlikely to be invited, until the woman touches around her eyes and the disguise drops.

It was Cryosanthia all along, revealed now in her swashbuckling ensemble. She moves to take a seat near the hearth but not directly beside Griva. She sets her haversack underneath her chair and keeps track of it with her tail. She also makes that part of the room feel like there's a draft. "Peace on your Nest, Griva."

"Excuse me, sorry, sorry, excuse me, sorry," says Ravenstongue... Except that's not Ravenstongue talking. That's Pothy mimicking her as she makes her way into the room.

The half-elf gives Pothy a look as she walks. "Shhh, this is a big important meeting... And you don't need to clear a path for me. There's only all of us here." Ravenstongue's violet eyes settle on the members of the Resurrectionists and the many people she recognizes, and she takes a spot somewhat close to the hearth.

Pothy seems a little perturbed to see Griva... But no snacks. Griva always has snacks. At least, whenever Ravenstongue has brought him to a Resurrectionist meeting, there were snacks involved. He hangs his head and sighs. "No snacks," he croaks. He has resigned himself to his fate.

A gnome that looks like Jinks is here and early, too. Which is why it can't possibly be Jinks. He's taken a chair and has a riding cloak folded neatly over the back of it, busying himself with humming and pointing little twinkling pink motes to the task of cleaning his pants and boots. Fine working gloves are tucked into his belt and he wears only a modest half-dozen rings between his ten fingers. His hair is back and tidy and he's already finished cleaning his coat with the hedge magics.

"Coyote laughs," offers the gnome as Cryosanthia settles, looking up to wave and turning his grin to include Cor'lana. There's a healthy glow about his face and he's surprisingly sober.

Definitely not Jinks.

Iuitl 's raven, Amoztli, makes a croaking noise vaguely in Pothy's direction.

Stjepan leans against a wall, holding it up, arms folded across his broad chest. It's something of a vote of no-confidence against the sturdiness of the local chairs. He nods around.

Rituals. Pacts. The original God of Magic. All of these are interests to which Verna has some tie and/or interest. Her intentions may be primarily for passive absorption, as her entrance and presence are as subdued as her gray cloak.

Seldan does not always dress openly in armor, but tonight, he seems to have done so and he has trailed another into the room, maintaining much of his silence. His eyes rove the people present, and freeze on one in particular, and places himself subtly in front of his other, blue-scaled companion, murmuring something quietly, low enough to be heard only by those closest.

Zeke follows close on Seldan's heels, and yet he hesitates at the door in the face of the paladin's low murmur. He looks at the other man and nods once, clasping the silver-guards shoulder before making his way into the room. The blue-scale chooses a spot close to Verna in which to stand, nodding low to the woman and offering a quiet murmur of greeting to those he passes by. "Peassce on your nesst." Again, and again until he's settled.

"Welcome, welcome. So good to see you all," says Griva.

"All of you have either had, or intend to have, a role to play with us in the next step of what we're doing. First, I'm going to go back a ways to explain everything and make sure everyone understands, and remembers, what we're doing here. While I am the prime leader of the Resurrecionists here in Alexandria, this only somewhat aligned with our final goal."

She lets out a breath. "In the woods, at a specific, very quarantined spot, a sphere of power was discovered that was broadcasting a single sentence, over and over: Renew the Pact. Those drawn to it by its magic were slain by proximity to power uncontrolled. We have come to believe that the sphere, at its core, may be a Shard of Animus' divinity, as we have encountered before, and that the Pact it speaks of speaks of the ceremonial renewal of the former pact between the students of magic and Animus himself. A small history lesson, if I may," she holds out her hands, allowing people to take in what she's saying before she continues.

Merek is about, it looks like it's time for another conversation on the thing they came for. He does seem to be dressed up in nice dark attire, and he finds a place at a wall to relax, his hair back in a spiky ponytail while he wears a visor, taking the time to relax.

Ravenstongue listens to all of this very politely. She grins a little when she hears the other raven croaking from across the room, and Pothy certainly seems to have perked up to hear it. But now is not time for... corvid carousing. Not yet, anyway.

"That he does," The frigid whitescale replies distantly, glancing at Jinks to ensure that he is in fact, the genuine article. She almost doesn't recognize him without the accompanying scent of alcohol. Otherwise, Cryo keeps her focus on Griva, nodding to any greetings received but not responding beyond that, and silent through the woman's summary recap of the situation.

Nodding, seems to be the appropriate response, and she nods again, clasping her hands in her lap. She squares her shoulders and sits a little straighter. Definitely not looking at the rest of the room. Her tailtip curls around her haversack.

Verna acknowledges and greets the nearing blue-scale with a quiet and polite, "Peace on your nest" in return. Her hood does not turn towards him in the process, however, and remains directed at the front. More specifically, it focuses upon Griva as she opens with a recounting. <draconic>

Iuitl smiles knowingly about this. This is perhaps the one topic in the world she knows the most about, considering its importance to her personally... but she keeps her mouth shut to be polite about it. She might get it wrong in front of all these people, and that would be embarrassing. Amoztli, sensing her social anxiety, calmly climbs on top of her head and chews lightly on her nose to distract her.

Still with plenty of preening to do, Jinks does take a moment to wink at the puzzled sith-makar. He cants his head in greeting as more familiar faces roll in and then takes a moment to look around for Farland; it'd be nice to see at least one other Person in a room full of tallmen. A quiet sucking of the teeth and he goes back to his own Great Work.

The clean boot comes off the edge of his chair and he shifts to raise the next, returning to his quiet humming, providing the background track for the coming exposition.

Seldan makes no other move than to listen politely, and learn something in the process. History is something of a passing interest to him as well.

Zeke nods a second time to the greeting in draconic from Verna, his posture relaxing somewhat at the familiar lilt of his native tongue. He then settles in to stand at Verna's side and listen to Griva explain what is going on.

"The history of magic is divided into eras, or perhaps it is better thought of as systems of magic. The first era was that of the ancient days when the Gods walked upon Gaea and dwelled at their Eidolon Court, none too far from here. There, they taught the races of the world the ways of magic, and great scholars learned at the foot of Animus. It was broken when the war between the Gods shattered the world, and much was lost. In time, a new system of magic was born to replace it and those who studied it sought out Animus and made a pact with him, creating the first Conclave of Wizards that would oversee, protect, and promote the use of magic across the world. This era ended with the fall of Kulthus, the civilization of machines and sorcerey, which in its power and hubris brought down the Sundering upon the world. In the shadowy years that followed, nearly all knowledge of magic was destroyed. How, we're unsure. It's possible that the Sundering made a fundamental change in how the Sea of Mana flowed into the world, or perhaps Animus withdrew his blessings. No one knows. Over the years, many attempts to rebuild the art were made. One lays none too far from here in Genrivia, destroyed by Kiranix, the First Lich of the modern magical era. In time, Rune was born of would-be students of magic the world over, and in time, we were able to constitute the third era of magic and gained the blessing of Animus. It was an era that which should have ended with the death of Animus, had Eluna and Navos not been able to divide his responsibilities between them. Even so, the consequences to magic were catastrophic, and the threats multiply."

Griva lets out a breath.

"As part of the Conclave, we would ritually reconsecrate our efforts to honor Animus, our pact with him as the stewards of the Sea. A pact with him which would be renewed once a decade, though the exact timing was determined by a multitude of arcane signifiers and ripples within the arcane energies we studied at their furthest limits, and omens seen by his clerics. This is the Pact the sphere spoke of."

Over near Verna and Zeke, Seldan listens in silence, mentally filing the description away, his gaze faraway as he turns something that only he knows over in his mind.

"Is it your hope that renewing this Pact is what resurrects Animus? Or do you plan on making that attempt before renewal." Jinks looks up from his boot, the little pink motes fading away to nothing with a near-silent tinkling. "You seem to be burying the lead here as a spokesperson for a group called 'the Resurrectionists...'"

Zeke has nothing to say on the matter himself, but doesn't seem surprised by the lessons that are being given by Griva. Like Seldan he almost seems to have something else entirely on his mind. Even so, he listens with patience to what they are being told.

"Navos," Pothy says rather reverently, bowing his head. Ravenstongue shushes the bird, looking a little embarrassed at his tiny outburst. Iuitl listens to the general rundown of history, which seems to line up with what she knows of events. "Then we renew the Pact," she says, "And hope it has a positive effect. I have my doubts it would have the power to return a god to life." Amoztli nods lightly in agreement to that. "But it may have a positive effect on magic as a whole," Iuitl hypothesizes. Amoztli speaks up, "Gotta do it."

Cryosanthia fidgets, her hands come off her lap and move through a graceful and practiced eldrich motion. A casting she's done thousands of times. Her gloves glow, the backs illuminating a stylized dragon eye motif. She does a quick brushing at herself, wiping away scents in a smooth motion. Her tail is blocked by the chair, she'll live without doing her tail.

She asks, "Related. What protections are that the Pact is renewed with Animus, and not some mad mage like Asumit or passing Outsider or Fey who have hijacked the Sea of Mana temporarily, or even Taara herself?"

Cryo gives herself a second wiping at her nose and almost sneezes. Her face wrinkles as she suppresses it, and re-clasps her hands in her lap. Verna's hood dips slightly at several points in the historical summary, in acknowledgement and/or agreement. She does not comment nor question at this juncture. Others already bring pertinent inquiries to the fore.

"I would love it to be that simple, but no. This won't restore Animus and we don't expect it to. What we're hoping is that, if we perform the rite in question even on a smaller scale, it will quiet the orb and pacify the shard inside it, allowing us to claim it. There may be other consequences but I wouldn't know what those are. I also don't expect that this will afford our enemies any great opportunities that are not already open to them. It may quiet the Sea around that particular area, but I can't say any more than that. Our goal here is to take considerable care. We many of you on jobs to acquire the things we'd need for the Pact to be made. It was typically something done by students in Rune in a more controlled way, a sort of magical scavenger hunt full of meaning and educational opportunities. Instead, we had to forage with a great deal more difficulty for things long lost instead."

Mixed emotions born of a long memories flash across Griva's face before she straightens herself out and then says, "The orb asked the pact to be renewed, so we're going to do it. We can't leave a floating orb-of-death related to Animus just .. out there. It needs to e dealt with. In a way, we've already *been* doing it as a result of the Hunt. Next, we must perform the ceremony itself. We'll lead it, but everyone there will have a role."

Iuitl seems satisfied with the explanation as a whole, but looks to the others who seem to be more cautious than she is about this matter. Amoztli also looks at everyone, but sideways because it's best to have a unique perspective on things.

The inclusion of everyone in the room in this delegation to restore Animus certainly gets a reaction from Zeke who perks slightly at this information. He looks at Seldan then slowly rumbles out his first question since entering the room. His first words since offering greetings. "Thisss one iss curiousss asss to what you intend for thisss one to do."

The whitescale listens to Griva's reassurances and thoughts, then takes a little bit of time to ponder them. She adjusts one foot against the chair leg. "Well, this one agrees, leaving the 'Death Orb' out there seems like a bad idea so we might as well try something."

She looks away from Griva to glance at Merek, then looks back, "As long as it's controlled." She sighs and closes her eyes, "what is this one's role?"

Stjepan comes off the wall to step forward, pulled in by the storytelling. He nods, approving. "What are the roles?" He lobs a softball.

Leaning back, Jinks stretches his legs out and crosses his ankles before crossing his arms. He, too, wonders if observing an antiquated ritual would quiet the abundant energies of an angry piece of godcorpse. (a quieter part at the back of his head wonders what the odds would be and who'd entertain the bets either way) He's drawn out of his gambling fantasies and retirement planning when folks start asking about roles.

Roles? Pothy heard rolls. "Snacks!" he says, a little loudly. Griva did bring him snacks after all!

"Shhh," Ravenstongue says again, patting Pothy on his little pale head. She continued to listen, confident that, since others had asked about the roles, Griva would answer that question.

"The last thing we need is one of those aforementioned threats getting the shard at the heart of it, so some of you are going to simply be there to protect the ritual goers. Others, those involved in the hunt for the shards for example, will be called upon to speak of their experiences and share what they have learned. Animus, as a God, was a God of learning. Renewing the Pact was part of showing that we were vital, learning, evolving, changing and growing wiser -- a challenge every generation must face. After all, we may build upon those that came before, but there are countless things that we will learn that contradict what those who came before believed. The pact wasn't just renewing our bond with Animus, but understanding how we would renew ourselves, our society, and magic itself."

Griva places her hands together in front of her.

"There will be ceremonial presentations of the relics gathered, speeches honoring Animus. Our hope is to soothe it, but I can't say for sure that's what will happen. It's entirely possible things can go south, in which case, we're going to be preparing a sort of anti-magic dead-zone a certain radius around the orb, to prevent any effect from reaching beyond a certain point. Some of you will be called to guard that, for example."

"Has anti-magic worked on the other shards of Animus?" Jinks wonders, genuinely curious. It certainly seems like one of those 'the normal rules don't apply' scenarios. The gnome glances around the room, eyebrow quirked as he considers those who've interacted with pieces of the godcorpse before.

Stjepan waits, listening. He digs into a pocket, and pulls out a handful of trail mix. He glances over at Pothy, makes eye contact, and waits. He glances back at Griva. "Guardians seem wise. Very wise. Inside the wards of the city, too?"

"Umm--considering who Animus was to Rune, would it be advisable to have those from Rune involved more directly with the shard?" Ravenstongue asks. "I'm not sure if nationality really means anything to magic rituals, but I figured I would ask." The frown on her face makes it seem like she's not too keen on getting close to a piece of a god, but...

"Don't be a scaredy-cat, meow-meow," Pothy says to Ravenstongue, imitating some rowdy little kid presumably overheard in the street, before he spots Stjepan's covert offer of trail mix. He looks immensely pleased. Finally, someone thought of the most important soul in the room: Pothy! The alabaster raven flaps over to Stjepan and lands on his shoulder, enjoying the much taller roost as he quietly feeds on the trail mix.

Iuitl seems content with the idea of being a guard, nodding along with this as it's explained.

Zeke relaxes somewhat at the consideration that there are not person-specific tasks so much as there were tasks that required certain skill sets. It would be quite unsettling to find that a meeting he'd come to on an impromptu basis would have a role picked out specifically for him. Thus he falls back into silence.

"It's pretty hard to move the Death Orb, Stjepan," Cryo says, facing the Jotun's way, "Getting close has been dangerous. I think we're going to run up and ritualize where it is in the wilds."

"Griva is from Rune, Ravenstongue. I think she brought everyone interested from there."

The whitescale turns back to Griva, "This one, generally, hasn't gotten wiser from her adventures. I got a mark from battling the enemy of magic, but not a relic. Well, there is... Silverguard Serene isn't here."

The whitescale exhales, "I was hoping you'd ask that I come up with a song to save the world. Ah well. This one can say things and guards things, as needed."

"No, not inside the wards. The orb is out in the wild, unfortunately," answers Griva to Stjepan, "and the wards don't go out that far. They're just in the city walls. Not all people from Rune agree with us, but besides that, Rune is composed people who love magic, from all over the world. It should be no different here or there. It doesn't need to be people of 'Rune' doing it. Rune is just an idea. A well built one at this point, but an ide all the same." Griva smiles, warmly, then. "So, yes. Some of you can play guard, some of you will need to speak of things you learned when you were acquiring the items you did, and some of you will help us set things up. This is going to be a process, but we'll be getting it done. Supplies for anti-magic will require nethercite, for example, a rare and hard to acquire material."

Iuitl suggests for Cryo, "Why not a song explaining what you experienced? For many of our own, stories are passed on through poems, songs or dances... I don't think Animus would've been that picky about how you presented your experiences." Amoztli croaks in gentle agreement.

Stjepan glances at Cryo, looking faintly both amused and sheepish. "I've learned not to assume what is or isn't possible with the shards." He nods to Griva. "Very well." One hand reaches up to scritch absently at Pothy's cheek.

"I'd entertain a collaboration if you fancy a duet, Cryosanthia." Jinks offers, tilting his head and looking askance at the white-scaled 'makar. "But I say we hold out for top-billing and a sizeable cut of the proceeds," he adds with a smirk and a wink.

The gnome pauses then, squinting as he tries to conjure up a memory. A book that cites the sighting of a nethercite site. He uncrosses one arm and scratches at his goatee in thought.

"This one will ponder it, Shaman Iuitl," Cryosanthia says, nodding towards the mottled black-scale, then the gnome, "I have a few ideas. Sure Jinks."

"I have responsibilities, Griva, but this one will assist where she can. I'll seek items or send teams. I suppose stealing bricks from the Arcanist dungeon is out?" She grins.

"I have a question," she glances at the room, taking in everyone present, then back at the dwarf. Her ankles re-cross the opposite way, "you may recall, this one heard from her failed self, that I have to save 'her'. Do you have further insights on who this 'She' might be? You're perfectly entitled to say it's you."

She grins, then shrugs, "It may relate to the events surrounding his death. I heard a few strange things from some birds. That Animus dies backwards and forwards in time."

Maybe the birds in this very room!

Amoztli can neither confirm nor deny these accusations made about birds. Instead, he makes a noise like two wood blocks being knocked together, and puffs up his feathers, which prompts a confused look out of Iuitl. For her part, Iuitl says, "I will guard the site."

"You people have always paid well enough," Jinks admits with a shrug and a grin. He has an apartment that won't furnish itself and many, many expensive habits. Resurrecting a dead god still seems like a bad idea but there are enough people involved whose judgement he trusts more than his own, generally, and it'd be nice to be on-hand to say 'I told you so' if it all falls apart!

Pothy looks positively puzzled at Cryo's implication. "I didn't do it!" he says, mimicking Ravenstongue's voice. "Lies and slander."

He continues to eat the snacks offered to him. Ravenstongue, however, seems satisfied with everything for now.

Griva shakes her head. "No, though I've heard others report other shards making a similar mention. We don't know who 'she' is, however." A shrug of her shoulders. "It is something we're investigating, but unfortunately, Animus is rather silent these days."

"Thanks. Let me know if you find something. Karelin suggested it was Taara, and this one does not want that responsibility." Cryo admits, smiling wanely, keeping her nose dipped.

She stands, retrieving her bag from beneath her chair and slipping it on. She moves to stand behind the seat, her back to the fire and stealing some warmth as she keeps her attention on Griva with a few glances towards Jinks.

It's clear she's delaying, waiting for the room to clear out a little before she leaves. "I'll do what I can. Hang on a moment Jinks."

"Mm?" Jinks looks up from idly spinning his newest ring; a platinum braided platinum band set with two tiny stones of swirling, cloudy black-and-grey. He sucks his teeth and stands, loosing his gloves from his belt and pulling them on before twirling into his cloak.

"You heading back up tonight?" The gnome wonders as he walks across the room, fiddling with his cloak to get it draped properly.

"Yes." Cryosanthia says firmly, she won't stay off her nest for very long. "The flight is almost the same from the gate as your apartment, if you need to get safely home."

And not accidentally stumble into a bar.

"Maybe I'll have a nightcap for the sky, but the streets are safer with company." She carefully glances around the room, it seems to have cleared out to a degree. She touches at the sides of her eyes, rubbing, and suddenly is a red-scale with an angry expression and Am'shere leather armour. "Let's go, Call me Xochi outside the bubble."

OOC

Pothy Devours the World
<OOC> Whirlpool says, "Yes. Obviously what will happen is the ritual will be completed and then Pothy will swoop in and swallow the shard whole."
<OOC> Whirlpool says, "And then destroy the world."
<OOC> Ravenstongue says, "In Pothy's defense: it looked tasty."
<OOC> Stjepan says, "Sounds legit. :)"
<OOC> Iuitl says, "seagull_eating_hotdog.gif"
<OOC> Ravenstongue says, "HAHA"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "this was definitely the best of all possible results"
<OOC> Verna now imagines massive theme rewrites: Pothy consumed and/or destroyed the world.
<OOC> Stjepan says, "We now all play inside Pothy's stomach"
<OOC> Jinks says, "Where Impothyble meets incongrivable."
<OOC> Stjepan bathes in the annihilating brilliance of that pun.
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "that goes in the outtakes"
<OOC> Whirlpool says, "Pffft xD"
<OOC> Whirlpool says, "It's either that or Merek will run up and touch the hot stove. XD"
<OOC> Jinks says, "I mean, I'm happy to try and seduce it as the token bard."
<OOC> Jinks says, "I've ignored neon-flashing red flags before."
<OOC> Zeke says, "The stove?"
<OOC> Zeke knows its hot but sheesh Jinks.
<OOC> Jinks says, "oops!"
<OOC> Cryosanthia says, "FIX that"
<OOC> Whirlpool says, "ahahaa"
<OOC> Jinks says, "'You can't be a shard alone. How about you and I get together and become anim'us."
<OOC> Whirlpool says, "Stop making me laugh, damn it. xD"
<OOC> Zeke isnot sure which is funnier. Shipping Jinks with a stove, or with a shard of a dead god's soul.
<OOC> Ravenstongue says, "Put the shard on the stove and we can make Animus pop rocks."
<OOC> Jinks says, "Probably can get a bulk rate on shipping if we do all three."
<OOC> Zeke says, "Now it's a OT3"

<OOC> Jinks says, "You can't trust birds. They're almost always a flight risk."