[ dragon scales. drake blood. lyrium dust. it's a roughshod ritual she's attempting, no true spell or incantation, nothing even remotely concrete. it's frustrating and a little shameful, if she were to admit it, being someone who likes to be prepared... but it will have to do. she spends days trying to find the right measure of things, doing calculations and judging what she will need to do. even so, she is left with little recourse and not much to go on.
so, she will do what she does best: push through and hope she is enough.
she takes Siegfried to one of the few places she knows where the influence of the Fade is heavy but the Veil still holds firm: Haven, just beneath the Temple of Sacred Ashes. in the night, she takes him as close to the mountaintop as she dares, knowing the dragon might still lurk somewhere. the blood she pours in a circle, which she bids Siegfried enter.
the rest is going to be significantly more dangerous, she realizes. this fact she keeps from her Servant, knowing he might protest.
Neria knocks back an entire lyrium potion, waiting until it sings in her veins, all of her mana poised, bloated, ready for her bidding. she feels the connection she has with Siegfried, magic circuits open, ready to accept her mana, her life if needed. the binding is practically touchable here, a golden thread she can follow back to Siegfried's very heart and soul if she wanted to. in the dark, her eyes seem bright, a gold that seems to shimmer in the moonlight.
now is the time.
she slices open her arm until the blood runs freely down to her fingers. the lyrium dust, gathered, is scattered to the wind - and with the magic in her blood, she reaches out for the inherent magical properties in the substance, latching to it, draining it. grasping the dragon scales, she sets them ablaze in her hands, feeling the thrum of old energy trapped within of something ancient and powerful. ]
Hear my words.
[ like the summoning from before. ]
My will creates your body and your sword creates my destiny. In flesh and bone I will forge you anew. Blood of my blood, our souls entwined. Take nourishment from my mana; in flame and power I grant you this ascension.
[ the lyrium dust sparks with power, glittering, humming with Neria's energy. the fire licking her blood-soaked fingers, she reaches up and takes all of the magic she has at her disposal, the simmering strength in the scales, the blood, the dust - and she channels it directly from herself to Siegfried, allowing it to coat his circuits, his body, all of him. she gives him all of herself, every scrap she can manage. all of herself, all that she is, is his to take.
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so, she will do what she does best: push through and hope she is enough.
she takes Siegfried to one of the few places she knows where the influence of the Fade is heavy but the Veil still holds firm: Haven, just beneath the Temple of Sacred Ashes. in the night, she takes him as close to the mountaintop as she dares, knowing the dragon might still lurk somewhere. the blood she pours in a circle, which she bids Siegfried enter.
the rest is going to be significantly more dangerous, she realizes. this fact she keeps from her Servant, knowing he might protest.
Neria knocks back an entire lyrium potion, waiting until it sings in her veins, all of her mana poised, bloated, ready for her bidding. she feels the connection she has with Siegfried, magic circuits open, ready to accept her mana, her life if needed. the binding is practically touchable here, a golden thread she can follow back to Siegfried's very heart and soul if she wanted to. in the dark, her eyes seem bright, a gold that seems to shimmer in the moonlight.
now is the time.
she slices open her arm until the blood runs freely down to her fingers. the lyrium dust, gathered, is scattered to the wind - and with the magic in her blood, she reaches out for the inherent magical properties in the substance, latching to it, draining it. grasping the dragon scales, she sets them ablaze in her hands, feeling the thrum of old energy trapped within of something ancient and powerful. ]
Hear my words.
[ like the summoning from before. ]
My will creates your body and your sword creates my destiny. In flesh and bone I will forge you anew. Blood of my blood, our souls entwined. Take nourishment from my mana; in flame and power I grant you this ascension.
[ the lyrium dust sparks with power, glittering, humming with Neria's energy. the fire licking her blood-soaked fingers, she reaches up and takes all of the magic she has at her disposal, the simmering strength in the scales, the blood, the dust - and she channels it directly from herself to Siegfried, allowing it to coat his circuits, his body, all of him. she gives him all of herself, every scrap she can manage. all of herself, all that she is, is his to take.
Neria's eyes meet Siegfried's. ]
Arise, Siegfried.