Role

Chapter 3

The exorcism rite as practiced by the House of Johlesianathas is always
the same. It lasts roughly three hours and includes invocations of all
the Lords and Ladies of the Light. The various prayers used are a means
by which to tactifully taunt the element of the Shadow which infests
the victim. Once the conductor of the ritual recognizes which end of
the Darkness the Shadow represents (Demon, Devil, Spirit, etc.) he can
begin to focus the ritual to expel the darkness from the victim. It is
not uncommon for the being to free the person inside of a few minutes
depending on the strength of the creature, but the ritual is always
concluded in full for the sake of tradition, a notion that the Elves
take very seriously. In the case of a stronger being the ritual may
be run more than once in what Thaedysias refers to as a war of spiritual
attrition.

What they found in the hut of Sheayla Moorson was a force far stronger
than any they had ever encountered. The ritual was performed again and
again with the demon taunting louder and more crudely each time. The
father and son duo alternated each time, performing the ritual five
times a day for five days. Frustrated and exhausted Thaedysias decided
to try one more time before taking the woman back to Darsylon with them.

Nearing the end of the ritual the force in Sheayla seemed to be weakening
and Thaedysias demanded that the demon proclaim it's submission to the
blinding Light. Sheayla grimaced, blood running from the corners of her
mouth as she bit through her tongue, which she then spit at the shocked
Patron of the House Johlesianathas. His spirit weakened by this formidable
foe, Thaedysias slowly drew his sword from the sheath. He had decided the
woman was beyond care, a decision only the High Priest of the House's
Tradition is allowed to make. As he stepped closer to the restrained woman
he leaned in to whisper the Final Rite in her ear and in the blink of an
eye the woman ripped one of her hands from the restraint and pulled the
middle-aged Elf close to her and began to crudely mumble into his ear.

Caldysias ran to his father's aid, but just as he got there the Elf
separated from her grasp, falling onto his back and convulsing wildly
on the ground. Caldysias froze in fear as the possessed woman untied
her remaining restraints and lept through the window, running into the
cold desert night.