» The water touched by the moon's hide...« The witch took the vial, opening it and pouring its content over the effigy, thirsty wood soaked it up until no droplet remained on its surface.
A small bright light came from behind the questers.
Torchbearer. The very same impishly looking assistant held a cloak draped over one arm and bore a torch in the other. She passed the audience as if they were not there.
She threw the torch into the fire and the rune circles around them briefly resonated with magic before continuously pulsating in power that could only be felt by those attuned to it.
The pale girl then donned the feather black cloak over Susanna's shoulders. Not a mere moment after the act, the odd girl started to sprout horns, a tail and bat-like wings from her back. The white witch as well began to turn into a giant black raven. They took to the air as quickly as their transformations were done.
» Defeat him before sunup else all was for naught.« Called out the black raven before she and lesser demon flew out, briefly blotting out the moon in their ascend before entirely disappearing from sight.
Perhaps it was all just a sham or a joke created by a bored witch. A group of random people led on various nonsensical tasks just to watch their stolen or hard-gained trinkets all burned up.
At least it looked pretty? Right?
After a while, the fire engulfed the effigy whole and the smoke became as thick as a pyroclastic flow.
The fire died and the smoke evaporated in an instant as a humanoid figure of some...three meters stepped out.
He was well built and slightly tanned. Upon his shoulders rested a bear pelt, big enough to fit his size, and that was the only garb on him. At least he was also...rather well endowed. Quite impressive really!
His head was just a void with two glowing orbs blinking at the assembled people. Likely something was missing from the effigy, and it came apparent when the 'crown' upon his head was a singular tine on one side and a disfigured deer antler that looked more like wood on the other.
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Long, gorgeous, shimmering, flowing golden hair emerged from behind his head, strands of various lengths that all wrapped around each other in a singular point that came down to his hind.
All and all a dashing avatar for a lesser natural god of the hunt, taking on the various features from those items that were sacrificed in the ritual.
He moved his arm aside from his body, a spear materialised in his palm just a second after. A gnarly
weapon of doom indeed. The first thing he did was take it in both hands and try skewer
Harrier with it.
