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Chapter 6

Zeeeeeeeep. Swoooosh. Zeeeeeep. Swooooosh.

Ruhktanshi paused. With a curious eye she lifted her gaze and scanned her surroundings.... Nothing.

Head titled to a side, she hissed in warning, beast-like and resumed her work.

Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen... Twenty. With a flamboyant swish of her hands
she spun the thread into a knot and tugged at it with the needle to secure it
and test it.

Like a flash of thunder she rose, he stride was much stronger than when she
had first visited this hut... The Hut of the Sublime.

She lifted the garland of Skulls and placed it on the table, nodding a bit and
chanting a Song she had written for Lady Yean.

A step to the left, another forward, right at the centre - she collapsed to a
kneeling position, head lolling from side to side like a grotesque puppet.

Pulling our a dagger and a stomach filled with mage blood she pierced it in
one swift, sharp blow... splattering it all over her face and armors.

She rolled her hand in a circle about herself, marking a circle...

Praise to the Silent Voice of Sublime
A Prayer to Strength and the Spirit Divine.
Praise to the venom that venom shall quell
Praise to the Song that has fought the Spell.

Head lolling from side to side, in tandem to the meter, she continued...

Praise to the Soul sheathed in Beauty True.
Praise to Throns that my wounds Renew.
Praise to the Silent Voice of Sublime
Praise to the Strength and the Spirit Divine.

Silence pursued disturbed only by heavy breathing.

The ritual complete, Ruhktanshi rose in stern fashion, marching out of the hut slowly.