took back my heart but it's never been the same
You know what? This is going surprisingly okay. Oh sure, you'll have to take the mer's words on the quality of work they're doing, but what you can see is... passable. Sufficient, even.
Finishing out the back tunnels with your own sets of rather abstract suns and a particularly dirty series of jokes culminating in a punchline about sunshine coming out of one's ass, you grunt appreciatively at the collective handiwork of your rag-tag little tribe.
And now, the last step.
Gathering back in the Trading Post, you look over the lot of them approvingly before rummaging through your bag. The items you pull out are as follows:
Five (5) rope bracelets, intricately knotted.
Three (3) rolls of gauze.
Two (2) wooden bowls, one of which you fill with sea water.
One (1) wickedly sharp hunting knife.
The knife glints in the flickering light. Holding it up above the bowl, you intone your final request. "Alright. Now. Those'a us here in the guild - an' anyone we wanna add - gotta pass a test'a loyalty. Cut yerself wherever ya want an' add some blood to the bowl. I'll go first."
You raise your right hand and in one fluid and very dramatic move slice down on your wrist. Blood bubbles up - not too much, you didn't cut too deep - and a few drops fall into the bowl. Once you've bled enough to coat the bottom of it you wipe the blade with a length of gauze and then pass along the knife and bowl, waiting for the others to follow suit. Is it all symbolism and showmanship? Yes. But hey, sometimes that's the kind of magic the world really needs.
Final round! Bleed for the cause
Finishing out the back tunnels with your own sets of rather abstract suns and a particularly dirty series of jokes culminating in a punchline about sunshine coming out of one's ass, you grunt appreciatively at the collective handiwork of your rag-tag little tribe.
And now, the last step.
Gathering back in the Trading Post, you look over the lot of them approvingly before rummaging through your bag. The items you pull out are as follows:
Five (5) rope bracelets, intricately knotted.
Three (3) rolls of gauze.
Two (2) wooden bowls, one of which you fill with sea water.
One (1) wickedly sharp hunting knife.
The knife glints in the flickering light. Holding it up above the bowl, you intone your final request. "Alright. Now. Those'a us here in the guild - an' anyone we wanna add - gotta pass a test'a loyalty. Cut yerself wherever ya want an' add some blood to the bowl. I'll go first."
You raise your right hand and in one fluid and very dramatic move slice down on your wrist. Blood bubbles up - not too much, you didn't cut too deep - and a few drops fall into the bowl. Once you've bled enough to coat the bottom of it you wipe the blade with a length of gauze and then pass along the knife and bowl, waiting for the others to follow suit. Is it all symbolism and showmanship? Yes. But hey, sometimes that's the kind of magic the world really needs.
Final round! Bleed for the cause
maybe love is a young man's game
