The Way of the Dragons/Ritual/Dragon Protection
Dragon Protection as Roleplayed by Kisharianda Onyxien
The men gathered at the grove as instructed by the Queen. The moon was full and the night was warm. Looking down into the grove you could see the reflection of the moon flashing from the hanging swords. Kisharianda went over the last details with the Queen and made sure everyone was in place. She walked behind one of the trees and took off the cloak that covered her robe for the ceremony. Thinking deeply to herself that she was no longer going to be secretive in Cenarious’s eyes. Blushing to herself she took the Athame and walked over to the Altar.
Kisharianda stood at he altar and closed her eyes, taking long deep breaths as she prepared her self emotionally for the ceremony. Turning around she faced the crowd. Her hair was tied up in long curls around her silver head piece. The robe fell on her naked voluptuous breast making her soft curvaceous body appear through the shear material, making every man look in her direction as they carefully tried to remain inconspicuous,
At the top of the altar Kish turned over and bowed to the Queen, and then turned her direction to the crowd, her body was trembling from head to toe, taking another deep breath “On this day we gather here to this sacred place To call upon the Blessings of the Great Fafnir” she walked in a full circle pouring sand behind her. Entering the circle she formed the shape of a perfect star and stood in the middle. Raising her hands above her head with a clear loud voice she began her summoning ritual.
“On this night I call onto to Thee, To come to this land and see” “With the blood that runs in my veins, I call to Fafnir and all his fame” “Show yourself, hear my plea, Make yourself shown to me”
Kneeling down she took the bowl of herbs and brought it up above her head again
“In this Hour still of night, Let your presence reach our sight”
As she spoke the last words the winds started to blow, she chanted the ritual two more time. Silence completely filled the air not a word or breath could be heard. Looking above towards the moon the Shadowy figure of Fafnir appeared as he took his descent down to the calling.
“Who dares call me” a loud rumbling was heard all around as Fafnir landed before Kisharianda. A long narrow face with deep black eyes, leaned in to inspect her. With confidence Kisharianda looked up at Fafnir, admiring the red shimmering scales that reflected from the moons light, showing his grandeur with a snort he stepped back and took a look around.
“It is I… Oh Great Fafnir, I have called upon you so that you can give me the strength to perform a blessing ceremony for the Queen and her guards, those who protect these lands” she bowed showing her humbleness and true desires. Taking a step forward to Kisharianda Fafnir brought his face inches from her body as if to closely inspect her.
“And who calls for this ancient ritual” he looked into her eyes waiting for her trembling body to respond “My Queen, my lord” she bowed her head as she responded “You call for the blessings of my blood, but are you worthy of receiving it child” his long neck came around her body looking at her from every angle “Yes my lord” she took the Athame to her palm pressing down she cut from her thumb to her small finger letting the blood rise to the skin.
“Hear these words and hear them loud, if your mind isn’t as pure as this vessel you take, your soul shall forever roam the skies and your mind will never be freed” he took a step back
“To whom shall you give your oath” he looked at the attendance. “To the Queen, my lord” she bowed once again and turned over to Katayanna Bringing her bloody hand up along the blade of her sword she placed it on the Altar doing the same with her shield. Closing her eyes she knelt down taking her sword and raised it before the Queen
On this day I offer my Oath onto Thee,
To always honor you as my Queen, and to uphold your actions. Whatever words you speak, or tasks you may place before me, I promise to uphold them to the best of my ability. Wherever your dreams may guide you, I will stand by your side and help you in accomplishing them. Whenever you are in need of counsel, I will lend an ear, and offer all my knowledge and support. From this day forward, with my sword I will keep your foes back, and with my shield I will protect you to my last breath and by my blood I Kisharianda Onyxien swear this oath before you and all those in attendance.
With the words spoken Kisharianda got up and looked at the Queen “My blood for thee, I will offer me” Turning over she faced Fafnir and bowed to him and put a drop of her blood in the goblet.
Fafnir stood on two legs and let out a loud cry reaching to his right hand he pierced it with his claw drawing blood, coming back down to face Kisharianda he let one blood drop fall onto her opened cut hand, and another into the goblet.
“May my blood shield your body, through the flames I shall bless” he stood back giving Kisharianda room
Turning over to the Queen Kisharianda kissed the Athame and reached over for the Queen’s right hand
“But a small prick my Queen” she poked the Athame at the tip of her finger drawing but a single drop of blood into the goblet.
Walking over the altar Kisharianda fill three parts of water over the herbs and blood gathered in the cup.
“On this night, I invoke the powers of fire to protect me from all that would harm me, whether be physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual”
Turning to the south she took a small candle and lit the white candle “Nothing from the south can harm me” as the words were spoken a wall of fire rose in front of her and Fafnir let out a loud roar
Moving to the west she lit the other candle “Nothing from the west can harm me” a second wall of fire came up and Nailyon shadowy spirit appeared
Walking to the east she lit the candle “Nothing from the east can harm me” the third wall came up and the shadowy figure of Sairys appeared
Finishing to the northern candle “Nothing from the north can harm me” the fourth wall joined the three and the final shadowy figure of Grael took his place
Taking the southern candle up above her head she finished the calling “Nothing from above can harm me” as the words were spoken a gust of air calmed the wall of fire around her and a loud roar was heard as she spotted a black dragon fly away into the night. Surprised by the event Kish paused before returning to the ritual.
Taking the goblet in her hand once more she raised it above her head “Thank you Great Fafnir for your protection in this circle from any harm” Going over to each candle she leaned them over mixing a drop of wax to the mixture and walked again around the pentagram.
“Powers of earth I thank you for joining my circle and I ask thee for your blessing” blowing out Grael’s candle she took in the smoke “Powers of Air I thank you for joining my circle and I ask thee for your blessing” blowing out Sairys’s candle she took in the smoke “Powers of Water I thank you for joining my circle and I ask thee for your blessing” blowing out Nailyon’s candle she took in the smoke “Powers of fire I thank you for joining my circle and I ask thee for your blessing” raising the Final candle to complete the ritual she held the candle in one hand and the goblet in the other high above her bowed head to Fafnir. Leaning in closer towards her Fafnir blew out the candle and blew a small breath over the goblet offering his blessings. Walking over to the Queen she handed her the goblet bowing her head as she waited for the Queen to anoint her with the blessed mixture. Closing her eyes she looked up at Katayanna as the words came freely from her lips
“I Katayanna, Queen of D’Hara, Duchess of Port Raviel anoint you with this blessing which is passed on through me, to protect you in all that you do. May the blood of Fafnir bless you and keep you safe from all harm” she dipped her long slender finger in the mixture and anointed Kisharianda who then stood and bowed and took a place by her side.
Continuing with the ceremony the Queen anointed the men starting with her Marshals and ending with the closest knights. To end the ceremony Katayanna turned over to Fafnir and held the goblet up. Fafnir reached in with a clawed finger and dropped a small drop of the mixture on the Queen’s head and stood up and let a fiery breath out to the skies.
“Blessed those under Thee” he spread his wings and roared as he disappeared into the night.
Looking over at the Queen, Kisharianda smiled and ask that everyone take out their swords and bow their heads taking a moment of silence for the departed Paul Ogren. Leading Katayanna by the hand to the altar she placed a lotus root in a small bowl and filled it with wine.
Holding up Katayanna’s hand she bowed her head and let her words speak freely.
From the flesh of this flesh we bid you farewell, From this heart of my heart I watch you depart Today We honor you Paul Ogren, Father of Katayanna, Jon Paul and Kellaine Ogren May the guardian dragons guide your soul safely up to the heavens
A moment after the words had been spoken a soft wind blew thru the valley making the blades of the swords from trees sway back and fourth as if the spirits were giving their farewell. Katayanna eyes watered and she swallowed hard, giving Kisharianda a warm smile. The minute Kisharianda spoke the last words and closed of the ceremonies she return to the tree to gather her things and get into something a bit more fitting. Closing her eyes she felt a sudden rush of emotions take over her, she leaned on the tree and started to panic again.
“He will never look or think of me the same way again” she thought and swallowed hard wanting to hide within herself
Remembering herself looking down at Cenarious as he accepted the oath, not one time did his eyes leave the ground to look at her. She slid into her dress trying to tie the back as she overheard Ugyel’s whistling get closer.
“Well done my child” he hugged her neck pleased with her performance
Kisharianda continue to struggle with the ties from her dress keeping her silence
“What’s the matter child” he grabbed the strings and tied the dress for her
“Nothing” she knelt down and tied the strings from her sandals up her calf
“I know you better then that” he raised a brow waiting for an answer
“Master Ugyel didn’t you tell me that there were only four dragons” she looked at him confused
“Yes child there is only four, why” he stepped back eyes wide
“Well in the ritual when I started to close the circle, another dragon appeared over me and the wind from his wing span calmed the walls of fire” she turned over to him
“Well whatever it was, I felt an energy being brought down from him, and I still feel it now, here present in the field and I don’t know where it’s coming from” she sighed
“He was black, and I felt a strong connection by his presence, and I don’t know why or what it all means” she put the ceremonial clothes in a cloth bag
“I have not heard of such a dragon, I mean there are myths but nothing the ancients have recorded” he pulled on his long beard going into thought
“I think I need to return home, I’m a little tired from everything” she began to walk away from the Altarr
Making her way closer to the crowd she noticed Cenarious standing there talking with the others. Bowing her head trying not to be noticed she tried to make her way to her carriage but was stopped along the way by the Queen who wished to thank her for the ceremony. Smiling Kish accepted the queens gratitude just as she was going to excuse herself the Queen requested that the gathered returned to her estate to share in some beverages and food, and personally asked Kish to be of attendance. With a smile Kish agreed and followed the Queen.
