ritual 38 - coat of arms

[throughbamboo]

WHO: everyone
WHERE: the pasture
WHEN: Day 98

[oh hey, that big Weed has a knife. He lights a cigarette, hums to himself, and then cuts his hand.

A hand emerges from the blood on the ground, reaching up, up - only to slam against the ground, making the earth shake. A second hand appears to do the same, and a demon slowly begins to push itself upwards. The chest piece it wears is worn and dented, discolored with wear and tear. Pieces of chainmail dangle from it and clink against the metal as it moves.

It turns away for a moment and pulls a large shield out from behind it, then turns back and slams the shield down into the ground in front of it. The front is distorted, the symbols and colors and designs on the shield blurring together into a mess of nothing - or is it? You're not sure.

As the demon leans on the shield, glowing, red eyes regard you . . . assessing. Judging. Look away if you wish, but you will feel those eyes burning into you.

After an uncomfortable amount of time staring, it finally speaks]

A show of strength, perhaps?

[the sky darkens, thunder rumbling in the distance.







. . . and then abruptly returns to what it was]

No.

A display of who you are.

[and then you're whisked away]