After making the camp irritable with promises of an inquisition, Norrec was assassinated by Mikhail firing a crossbow through her head, who then fled into the forest. He returned that morning to finish the rest of the camp off, only to be killed by the vengeful Zombie Norrec. Adil, Sandow and Shem were hit by bolts, none critically. Zombie Norrec fled into the forest as well, sustained only by the will to live.
Litast encountered Zombie Norrec again, and tried to find a way to return her to life. A prayer to Oggez revealed that none of the major gods could help, though it was well within their power. Fortunately, the mysterious power Aexiesoen was able and willing to assist. It had little power to spare and the expedition had little to offer in material wealth, so the only way to complete the ritual was to give blood. All of the expedition, even Sandow were willing to participate, even if some had misgivings.
After Kog staunched the bleeding on those hit by bolts, the participants met in a circle organised by Tholtig. Norrec shambled in, led by Litast. She was completely pale, her features set in a blank expression, though there was a hint of pain visible. She was heavily bloodstained from her wounds, and ice had formed over her body which broke off in shards and flakes with movement. The crowd was distinctly uneasy with the situation.
Norrec swayed in the middle of the circle, while everybody else made deep cuts on their forearms with a dagger. Tholtig collapsed on the ground after cutting, while the living and dead watched apprehensively. The early morning light suddenly dimmed, but the blood flowing from the wounds began casting light over the scene. Everybody experienced excruciating pain as they skirted the line between worlds, fuelling a deity through their own suffering and loss, and one by one their vision was consumed by shadows.
When they awoke, they found themselves pale and dizzy, but otherwise fine. The cuts were healed, and the bolt wounds were significantly smaller. Norrec was laid out on the ground, alive but unconscious. It is now about 10am.
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