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WESSEX

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deep throat
a cactus

It should come as no surprise to anyone that there aren’t any New God shrines outside of the Ground. The Old Gods had plenty of time to find her places of worship and eradicate them, she imagines. Any Ascended outside the barrier would have withered away or weakened to an immobile state without Her sustenance, so there isn’t even anyone to seek out and ask. No secret underground shrines. No one to point the way. This current state of affairs for her Lady simply won’t do. For multiple reasons.

This is the only shrine she’s been able to find in the Citadel and it sets her slightly on edge. If it weren’t for the commandment to explore everywhere and a childish urge to give the heralds a giant fuck you, Wessex wouldn’t be here. But since she is… and since she’s come so far since the last time they tried to hurt her…

Goddess, she knows she could be playing with fire. Literally. Brash and bold as the demi-god may be, she likes to think she isn’t stupid enough to tempt their wrath in their faces. They do not have the benevolence of her Lady, they wouldn’t spare her. She lingers too long in indecision, taunts to Ludo curling in her belly, begging to be released. A demonstration for the lady of the stars, who exists most in the dark of night - can she see how fast, how strong the Ascended is then?

“Lleisi,” she whispers into the candlelight, “My Lady.” Her arms stretch wide, taking the ornate shrine in to her prayer. “I will make you a shrine in every part of Caido and everyone will know the love your children have for you. We’ll find the mageglass. We’ll make it better than this.” A subtle dig at the overblown finery of this altar - for now, it’s about all she dares as she sidles back towards the door.

The air crackles with heat and for a moment Wessex is bathed in a blue-white light that makes her temporarily invisible to anyone loitering within this part of the Citadel.

I care not for the pageantry of worship..but a place where I might come to you? I would like that indeed. But not here...not in this place.

Wessex's mind would be filled with all the items required to create the shrine. Perhaps deep within the Fangs. The cold won't bother you, and that far in, no one else should either...

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To make a shrine, the ascended will need..

1. A thread with 3 ascended total gathering metal that has been electrically charged (magically or naturally) (bonus points if you steal someone's ability and have an ascended do it all themselves)
2. A thread with 3 ascended total in the Fangs creating/carving out a space for the shrine (make it look however you want!)
3. A thread with 6 ascended total bringing the metal to the shrine and praying for the Voice.

WESSEX

Go
deep throat
a cactus

And lo, a miracle of the New Gods came unto her!

And the glory of the Voice shone round upon her and she was not afraid.

Bathed in a heavenly blue light not entirely unlike the pageantry that beget a religion in another world that the Voice would surely despise, Wessex grins. Surely, if her Lady can come to her here, whilst the Old Gods cannot go to places she’s created… surely that speaks to her power. They are right to be afraid.

Her mind is filled with knowledge, numbers of her siblings required and what must be accomplished. Ignoring timey wimeys, she should have Hotaru’s lightning magic soon.

As would we - and it would be safer, too, she replies with a mental smile. Should something happen and we can’t get back to the Grounds. She is preparing for worst case scenarios, making sure that they have access to whatever they need, whenever they need it. It’ll be family bonding time, Wessex says, her promise that it shall be done.

And there was in the same country a shepherd abiding in the North, keeping watch over her flock by night.