The following is a lengthy account of the ritual leading to the
awakening of Lord Thoth. I have not had time to complete my literary
notation of the event, including preceding occurances, but one will be
available as soon as possible.

|| Editor's Note: For clarity: Actions are denoted in parantheses ||

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Deit: "Yes, more of you, I can feel the power growing. The time has come
are you prepared?"

Your breath shows clearly in the sudden chill - not white condensation,
but black clouds of ichor.

Deit: "Diamondesce, I see it is you who they wish to speak on their
behalf. Ladydeath, the ritual was given to you. Who speaks on behalf of
the hopeful followers of my Master?"

Eldren: "I do Deit."

Deep in your bones, you feel an awful shuddering, as if your soul cries
out as it tries to keep its grip on your body.
Deit: "Ah, the self made Prophet of my Master. Eldren you have served
him well. You will speak for your clan, indeed"

Deit: "Ladydeath, the hour grows ripe. Energies grow, I can feel them
swelling. Is all ready?"

(Nod of agreement from Ladydeath torwards Deit)

Ladydeath to Deit: "Yes we are prepared."
Ladydeath: "When I begin we must have full concentration."

The sun will not show itself - the very air is black as night.

Ladydeath: "No outbursts."

(Ladydeath turns her gaze to all present, indicating that they should
quietly concentrate while she slightly bows her head, tucks her tail
humbly and folds her arms into her robes, mentally preparing for the
task ahead.)
Ladydeath: "Lord Sartan my Master, guide us for Your needs and give me
strength to fullfill Your desires successfully bringing You more power,
praise and glory to Your mighty throne."

Deit yells: "Master, Your Will has been done! Your servant calls to
You!"

Ladydeath: "When I indicate, my ritualists must concentrate and chant
exactly as I do, only once. There will be no other interruptions."

(Ladydeath looks at you to be sure you understand the gravity of her
words. Regarding you coldly, she continues.)
(Ladydeath flashes a dagger made of fine bronze. This blade gleams and
glints in the surrounding light that plays off its wicked edges. The
hilt of the blade is covered with rubies, small diamonds, and large deep
set onyx crystals that adorn the rest of this masterpiece of cruelty.
The handle of the blade is wrapped in a black leather strap, and tied
off at the base, and knotted and braided into a small pixies skull. This
dagger has only one intended purpose, to slice the throats and gouge the
hearts of the sacrifices made to the Lord Malevolence.)

(Ladydeath waves the Sacrificial Dagger around in large circles, gaining
speed. As the motions become faster, a ghostly wind begins to sweep
through the darkened room.)

(Ladydeath flings her head back, her hair whipping with the unseen wind,
raises her arms to the air, her robe swirling she utters a short quiet
prayer for Lord Sartan to let her blood infuse and strengthen the
impending rituals.)

(Ladydeath takes a piece of black charcoal from her pack, and begins
sketching a symbol of the red fog on Lord Sartan's island at the
northwestern point of the unholy pentagram.)
(Ladydeath furiously moves her hand along in concentration as she
sketches a rune at the northeastern point symbolizing the great city
Mhaldor.)

(Ladydeath creases her brow as she traces the another rune, this time a
symbol of a fallen angel, indicating the spirit of Apostates at the
northern point of the pentagram.)

Deit yells: "Glory on this day, Master Your Will be done!"

(Ladydeath quickly and expertly traces a symbol representing mental
strength in guilds and allies of Mhaldor at another point of the
pentagram.)
(Ladydeath narrows her eyes, an unsettling wry grin playing upon her
lips. She then begins to draw a symbol of concealed allies.)

(Ladydeath starts drawing in the middle of the pentagram, her hand
skillfully sweeping across the floor, ending with a graceful motion,
showing an impressive symbol between the seven points of the pentagram,
a huge black fist, symbol of Lord Sartan, the Malevolent.)

|| Editor's Note: ritual Seems to begin here ||

Ladydeath chants: "Thothar ne'kagata unk'arro."

|| Note: Chanting of the above ||

Ladydeath: "Sanctification of our circle is needed now."
Deit: "Yes, the circle is complete, the energies are holding!"

Ladydeath: "Thoth hear us."

The howling rises to an unbearable crescendo, shaking the foundation
stones of Mhaldor.

|| Editor's Note: Rescribed due to a tremble in the original author's
hands at the time of writing ||

Ladydeath: "Bring the child to me."

(Ulrike seizes a little boy by the wrist and leads him to Ladydeath.)
(Ladydeath drags the small drugged child forceably into the circle.
Sneering cruely, she orders the waif to kneel before her while pushing
down shoving in the direction before her, her face twisted in an
expression of distaste at the sacrifice.)

(Ladydeath with intense emotional force thrusts her hands around the
neck of the child strangling the child easily, bringing it to a mere
whisper above death.)

Deit: "This childs blood be sacrifice to complete the seal on this
ritual..."

(Ladydeath expertly flicks her wrist causing the Sacrifical blade to
slit both wrists of the child, blood pouring from the wounds. She
squeezes and bleeds the wounds causing the sacrifice's blood to trickle
carefully into a rune-encrusted bowl.)

Like an icy blast of wind, a wave of stillness washes over the city -
all is silence.

(Ladydeath brings the bronze blade to her mouth, and slowly licks it,
inflicting a cut which lets the blood drip from the corners of her
mouth, tasting the sweet, copper flavour of human blood. Bloodlust
shimmering in her eyes.)
(Ladydeath walks around to each ritualist daubing blood upon their
foreheads, then takes the remaining blood and carefully trickles it
around the entire circle.)

Ladydeath: "The circle is ready. Bring the corpses and cast them into
the circle."

Deit: "Offer the corpses of those you have gifted with Death to my
Master. Cast them into the circle. Drop them down within and let the
world shudder this day."

|| Note: I've chosen not to scribe all offerings and such. Just
Milestones ||

Deit: "Yes, yes the pile grows! More!"

The ritual circle glows faintly, the outline of the steely runes
shifting and altering into spindly patterns.

Deit yells: "Master hear me, Your ritual has been done, your offerings
will hold true. I beg of you hear me!"
Deit: "More, it needs more..."

Ladydeath chants: "Thothar ne'kagato unk'arro, mellte lano."

|| Note: Chanting the above ||

Deit yells: "Thothar ne'kagato unk'arro."

Diamondesce: "We will offer ourselves to further this if need be,
Gatekeeper."

Deit: "No your bodies will do nothing, it is those who are untouched by
this energy who will bring their energies to the ritual."
Deit: "Bring me those Mhun, and Cultists, the Villagers and animals.
Cast them here."

Deit: "Bring the corpses of your fallen foes, those villagers and
animals, those witches and beasts of the world, bring them to the circle
and rejoice in His awakening!"

|| Note: At this point Deit noticed me and instructed me that I should
scribe this all well. ||

Deit: "Bring me those gifted with Death to be cast here..."

(Ladydeath takes seven midnight black candles from her robe, each time
with a swirling motion of her arm, she carefully places a candle on each
of the points forming the pentagram.)

(Ladydeath slips out a blackened tinderbox, and lights the candles one
after another, the purple flames radiate an unholy light, and the
twisted forms of shadowy demons project on the walls.)

Diet: "Indeed Prophet, the time is upon us, Master does awaken! I can
feel his power growing with every sacrifice to this ritual."

Ladydeath chants: "Thothar ne'kagato unk'arro, mellte lano."
|| Note: Chanting the above ||

A thick groaning reverberates off the walls, ringing into the afternoon
air.

Ladydeath chants: "We beseech You Thoth to hear us and awaken."

|| Note: Chanting the above ||

A gentle humming accompanies a steady stream of silvery light radiating
from the far rim of the circle. The ornate designs and shapes within the
circle writhe violently, snapping apart and coming back together,
twisting into new patterns.

Deit: "Do you feel it, Children of Mhaldor. His power rises, the
beckoning is working...more, bring Him more."

As the pile of corpses grows higher and oozing blood stains the floor,
the hairs of your skin stand on end in response to the growing power.
(Ladydeath lights the last black candle.)

Deit: "Energies build, Lord Thoth, my Master hear me...pray you hear the
cries of those who call for your awakening!"

A violent hiss rises quickly from the edges of the circle. Smoke streams
out from the intricate runes surrounding the circles edges, which dulls
the light from the candles and lends an acrid, stale scent to the air.

Deit yells: "Master hear us! Hear our call!"

Deit: "Have them bring their bounty to Him, I can feel Him stir."

Deit: "You have done well, speaker of Evil and you as well
Self-proclaimed Prophet of my Master. Bring your people back, the ritual
is ready to be completed."

Deit: "Yes, it is time! It grows closer than ever!"
Deit shouts: "Master we beg of You return to us!"

Deit: "Lift your voices to the heavens so they may reach He who harvests
souls!"

Deit: "Lift your voices in praise to Him."

|| Note: Lots of "Praise Thoth" "Hail Thoth" what have you ||

The stench from the rotting carcasses within the ritual circle slowly
rises, lending a heady stench of decay upon the air.
Ladydeath chants: "Thothar ne'kagato unk'arro, mellte lano."

|| Note: Chanting/yelling the above ||

The smoke-like scripts swirling within the confines of the circle begin
to move at a surreal speed and glow with a feverish silvery light,
steadily increasing in intensity. The dull thumping dramatically rising
to the rhythm of a mighty heartbeat accompanied by the horrid stench of
the quickly rotting pile of corpses that is speedily disintegrating,
leaving a dry and acrid taste upon each breath.

The pile of corpses and dead flesh congeal and bubble, quickly rot and
fall to a fine dust that scatters on the breeze. As the dust clears
away, the shinning light disperses revealing a pale, glowing figure of a
man lying on a monumental marble slab that was covered underneath. Six
long, sinewy arms folded about His chest.

The air suddenly chills and a sharp shiver runs down your spine. A sharp
stabbing pierces under your ribs accompanying an airy whisper carrying
on a frozen breeze.

A misty, silver light mounts upon the horizon over Mhaldor, flowing
quickly over the city and into the sky like a muted, ambient river of
frost.
The glow hanging in the skies over Mhaldor gathers in intensity, quickly
coalescing into a thin shard of brilliant light that lets fly downward
towards the earth, loosing a blinding flare over the island.

As the flare fades, sudden and quiet moans, dry screams and whispering
cries echo alongside the weeping sobs of mourning lovers and families
echoing throughout the land and falling upon the ground like a winter's
chill. Leaving your soul chilled and your spirits disheartened.

Deit: "The Lord is upon us..."

The figure of rises, the air surrounding Him chills with every steady,
purposefully drawn breath, slowly each of his six hands raise and a
thick, black cloak wraps lovingly around his nude form, a deep hood
sliding over a masked visage, caressing his movements like a silken
lover and dulling the radiance of his pale glow. The cloaks deep expanse
folds in upon itself, wrapping further around Thoth, God of Death.

Deit: "I have done Your Will."

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In Antiquitas Veritas,
Jerle Minara, the Scribe

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 344 AF.