Re: Private Sensorium
Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2020 5:37 pm
The Greenman Curses
You find yourself deep in the dark woods, dried leaves touching the base of your feets as a cool breeze caresses your bare skin.
Warmth on both hands as your hands held onto other's hands.
Naked Skin painted Red in Ritualistic hand paints upon your skin and the other's. Goose bumps.
A gather of other women, arcane and Eldritch power flowing all around this circle, as a giant pyre was set ablaze.
You all stop, bend down and pick up a black feather, tossing it in the Pyre, you all chant
A heavy feeling hits your chest.
Desire. Familiarity, warmth, Comfort.
"We summon thee, Green man, Curse the village of man, for their Crimes of burning our sisters, they all must burn"
The Figure dispeared as a sudden explosion of raven emerged from the Pyre, Flying in Unision, upwards....
Silence, ...Followed by loud shirkes of horror and pain, emerging from one direction....
A feeling of relief washed over you..
The vision ends.
You find yourself deep in the dark woods, dried leaves touching the base of your feets as a cool breeze caresses your bare skin.
Warmth on both hands as your hands held onto other's hands.
Naked Skin painted Red in Ritualistic hand paints upon your skin and the other's. Goose bumps.
A gather of other women, arcane and Eldritch power flowing all around this circle, as a giant pyre was set ablaze.
You all stop, bend down and pick up a black feather, tossing it in the Pyre, you all chant
You all held your hands together once again and continued to walk the Circle, repeating the Chant, until the fire burned Purple, with Dark Eldritch Flames, From these Fires, a Stagged Horn figure emerge.The black power of the raven
Flies above my head
The black power of the feather
And the smoke and the dead
A heavy feeling hits your chest.
Desire. Familiarity, warmth, Comfort.
"We summon thee, Green man, Curse the village of man, for their Crimes of burning our sisters, they all must burn"
The Figure dispeared as a sudden explosion of raven emerged from the Pyre, Flying in Unision, upwards....
Silence, ...Followed by loud shirkes of horror and pain, emerging from one direction....
A feeling of relief washed over you..
The vision ends.