Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "Ah, we gather at last."

Showing that she understands, Americus nods her head slowly.

Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation falls to one knee before Supreme Master Luciphage, her head bowed low in supplication.

Reverently, Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "My Lord."

Darvor bows respectfully to Supreme Master Luciphage.
Supreme Master Luciphage grins evilly and strokes his chin.

Americus curtseys respectfully before Supreme Master Luciphage.
Throwing his hands in the air, Supreme Master Luciphage tosses his head back and laughs sadistically.

Zasha kneels before Supreme Master Luciphage, swearing her allegiance to him.
Supreme Master Luciphage smiles, but his eyes blaze with fiery anger.

Standing up and turning towards those gathered, Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "We have gathered here to pay homage to the Supreme Master and commemorate Brother Lothringen's Deep Pact to Him."

Nariah ceases to wield a damning symbol of domination in her left hand.


Nariah ceases to wield a jagged edged shield with a lich emblem in her right hand.


Distant horrified screams echo throughout the area, wails of neverending torment assaulting the senses.

Shuffling in front of the altar, Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "Offering of lesser blood has been requested and brought by he who seeks His blessings."

Nariah begins to wield the corpse of a dauntless elfen warrior in her left hand.

Nariah begins to wield a silver ritualistic dagger in her right hand.

Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation drains the elfen corpse of its blood into a dark bowl of onyx gemstone and then disposes of the corpse.

Bowing her head somewhat and muttering a small prayer, Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "With this blood of the weak elfen, I pray to you, Lord Luciphage."

Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation washes her hands in the blood, her skin soaking and turning crimson with the thick ichor of blood.

Lifting her hands out and allowing the blood to run down her hands and arms, dripping back into the bowl and atop the altar in thick globs, Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "With their essence, I pray that it makes you stronger and allows you to dominate them to your will."

The smells of rot and old death linger heavily in this place.

Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation narrows her eyes, staring coldly at the blood as she breaths out a cloud of contagion to choke out the room. The sickly air escaping her directed at the blood and turning a disguisting black color.

A small smirk is evident briefly as she pushes aside the bowl of mixed taint and elfen blood, a finger submerging into the liquid to stir it about, Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "May you corrupt them and subvert them to your will."

Nariah ceases to wield the corpse of a dauntless elfen warrior in her left hand.

Nariah begins to wield a dark bowl of onyx gemstone in her left hand.

Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation lowers her head and begins to pray somewhat, her features darkening and his blackish eyes taking on a hint of crimson color in a flash of hatred and agitation. She lifts a clawed finger and gashes her arm, her own blood now running free and oozing into the bowl atop the altar.

Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "May the taint intermingle with the weak and make it a stronger, more worthy offering to you, my lord."

Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation lifts the bowl to her lips and drinks a sip from the bowl, draining some of the intermigled black liquid of gassy taint mixed with elfen and her own blood.

Lowering the bowl from her lips and turning it in such a way that the black substance drains onto the altar, running in thick layers, Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "Share in this communion with me, Supreme Lord. My small share and the bounty of the feast for you."

The popping of bubbles from all manner of foul substances can be heard all about you.

Casting her eyes over those gathered, Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation asks, "Who shall join me in the communion?"

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, Father Sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

Offering it carefully, Nariah gives a dark bowl of onyx gemstone to you.

Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says to you, "Drink first, Brother, and pass it around the brethren."

Lothringen raises the bowl carefully in Supreme Master Luciphage's direction whilst bowing his head in reverence. Bringing his hands down, he touches his lips gently against the side and sips, basking in the taste of the glorious mixture.

You give a dark bowl of onyx gemstone to Seditionist Darvor, Unholy Speaker.

Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation stares from you to Darvor slowly, her eyes aglow with the dark fires of Nil.

Seditionist Darvor, Unholy Speaker accepts the bowl gratefully in silence and lifts it to his mouth turning in the direction of Lord Luciphage and takes a sip, a gentle hiss coming from his mouth.

The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives.
Ironbeard the Magnanimous hiccups and says, "Special people like Americus deserve something special on special days."

Sister Americus turns her head to The Supreme Mater, sipping from the bowl in a greatful manner, as blood slowly drips for the corner of her mouth she bows greatfully.

Icily, Countess Nariah d'Vanecu, Prophet of Damnation says, "Look, a new sacrifice."

Sister Americus turns her head to The Supreme Mater, sipping from the bowl in a greatful manner, as blood slowly drips for the corner of her mouth she bows greatfully.

So, what did Americus get?