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Never again.
Dalu-Emily stalked through the Hisil in the edges of the Territory, through the remenants of the oldest section of the Churchyard, hunting her Prey.
Never a-fucking-gain.
What Brigit had done was awful. And she thought she had to, of all things, to protect the pack.
Well, this was Emily's fault. Or at least, it seemeed that way to the Iron Master.
Sould have been prepared. Should have had some fucking Talens ready. What's the point in learnig to make talens and Fetishes if you don't even bother to have them when you need them?
Stupid. Lazy.
I have to be better.
4 successes
The Bright-haired Dalu sneaks along, four pouches of wooden ash in her pockets. She'd been a bit enthusiastic in their creation, but there they were. better to have more, blah blahblah.
Finally she found what she had looked for. A Decay Spirit, lurking around the delapidated secion of the train yard, it's forlorn nature a reflection of the ruined bit of world beyond.
Never again.
The banter between them was short and sharp. It was a simple request, to get in the damned dust for a gift of Essense. In this corner of the territory, that essence was a gift. This barely-formed Gaffling didnt even have a name yet.
<<Just get in the fucking Dust, shitheel. You'll get your essence>>
Within a few minutes the tiny spirit was bound to the dust like a tiny locus, In the Spirit, there was a tiny spirit with a face like rotting wood, like a horrific Groot. The idea might make Emily more sympathetic if she wasn't so angry with herself.
Scooping up her pounches of Decay Dust the Ithaeur stalks back to the Garage in the Spirit, planning her next Talens and Fetishes already.
Never again, Brigit. I'll make sure you never have to to do that, ever.
Never. Again.
Emily makes some Decay Dust! Technically this only has a month duration in the formal Rite, but I'm hoping this means I can fudge Emily having some for when it's needed, though obviously this falls under Kelreth 's mighty gaze!
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