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KingOfCowards wrote:OOC: Just wanted to throw this out there to Pulpatoon, I always loved the idea of doing a blood magic ritual and it would be interesting in the way of character development to see how much Marcus would sacrifice to save his cub.

With a successful skill check (INT+some sort of medical skill), the Cub can be stabilized. The leg is crushed beyond repair, and will need to be amputated as part of the Cub's recovery. Unless...

I'm curious as to what KoC has in mind with a blood magic ritual. Feel free to pm with examples of what you're thinking, or just have Simon blurt it out and we'll see if it works!

Bürd goes in the cabin and enters a meditative state whereby he can observe the magical ecosystem. This'll take about as long as the Cub's countdown to death, so let's see what happens there before we check in on what Bürd sees.

Simon recognizes the anguished look in his friend's eyes wrestling with the choice of losing the bear cub or seeing it permanently maimed. In a moment of weakness, his compassion for Marcus' plight overpowers his good common sense.
"Unless...", he stammers.
Marcus picks up on the opportunity. He looks hopefully at Simon, who now wishes he kept quiet.
"Marcus, my friend, you must understand that the old gods do not change for our mortal desires. This cub was motherless, it should be dead if not for our interference. Once again the old gods claim this animal's life, and it will require a sacrifice to save it. An exchange of life force between you and it. A blood ritual."

Blood Ritual Mechanics
The bear's wound must be submerged in Marcus' blood. The blood must be drawn out with the only magical weapon we own (normally a sanctified dagger would be used). Simon will bless the blood so that it will heal the bear cub. A bond is created between Marcus and the bear.
Simon rolls WIS -4. For every point he misses the roll by, Marcus takes 1 point of damage due to blood loss. (Min. 1 pt) on a naturally 20 either Marcus or the bear will pass away during the ritual.
If the roll succeeds, the bear will make a full recovery. If it fails, it will keep the leg but it will have permanent injury.
Despite the results, Simon will be exhausted for 24 hours after the ritual and Marcus will permanently lose one fate point that is given to the bear.

Well, the bear will be changed by this sort of human blood magic, and by sharing what is effectively a portion of Marcus' allotted lifespan. Beyond having one of Marcus' Fortune points, the bear will have a True Name, which Marcus will know.

On True Names: But let me emphasize: PERMANENT LOSS OF A FORTUNE POINT IS A BIG DEAL. Marcus has a tendency to be first into combat, last to retreat, and first to hit 0 hp. Those Fortune Points represent his ability to avoid death or permanent injury.

So Marcus will then have a max of 2/2 fate points?

That is a bit scary but... Screw it, that blood ritual sounds freaking interesting.

I jumped on the crazy train, lets see where this thing takes me.

Marcus doesn't even need to look up to see the apprehension clear in Simon's voice, he stares down at the bear cub as it's breathing gets more labored... "Do it."

Let's do this.
Simon sighs reluctantly, but he sees that Marcus cannot be talked down. He asks for Marcus' helmet again, to collect the blood in, and then picks up the magic sword, Brand. Instead of using a gentle hand like before, Simon cuts deep, nearly piercing Marcus' arm (-7 hp)
Ritual (16): [1d20+4] = 19+4 = 23 It's not a 20, but it doesn't get much worse than that.
Pulp, am I allowed to use a fate point to roll again? Obviously taking the +4 bonus to roll still won't help on that ghastly number

Here goes nothing, best of luck to you.
Ritual (16): [1d20+4] = 9+4 = 13
As Simon concentrates on his blessing, the blood seems to hiss and boil and the bear cub cries out. All at once, he collapses in a heap, barely able to keep himself upright even on his hands and knees. But the deed is done, and the old gods are sated for now.

Whew! I was afraid the gods would stay vindictive.

So now I can only wonder, we just went dark here. No matter what setting your in blood magic is bad magic, so what will that entail for Simon, Marcus, and the young bear cub?

It's crazy stuff like this that drew me away from video games and more into roleplay games, the options are limitless!

Marcus attempts to staunch the bleeding after the ritual ends, passing out himself from blood loss and fatigue, the last sight he has is the bear cub, healing as his breathing becomes easier.

During the blood ritual, the sky noticeably dims as charcoal grey clouds fill the sky, light red by the spreading grass fire below. The air smells of copper and iron and ozone.

Genna's look of awe tips over into fear as she watches the Simon drain his friend's blood over an animal's leg.

When the ritual is over, the bear is not healed—that will need to occur over time—but Simon is confident that the cub will make a full recovery.

Simon: Marcus passes out from something more than just the loss of blood.

Marcus:

Simon and Genna stand in front of the cottage. Rug, Marcus, and Gizzy are all in terrible shape, and will need time to rest and recuperate. Genna, a little stiffly, says, "W-we're a good hike from anyone else. Azekiel get his family mighty private. Your wind-up man looks like he cans till walk, and we can make a sling between up to carry the cub. Do you think the dwarf could carry this one?" She indicates Marcus. "Anyway, where is the dwarf? We need to get out of here before the fire spreads any more."


Meanwhile, Bürd is within the cabin, eyes open wide to the reality just behind this one.

Burd:

I figured with something as great and ancient as this ritual a somewhat magical/fever/supernatural induced dream and or vision and or journey was needed. So I quickly typed one up! Hope you guys enjoyed the journey of Marcus finding the bear cub in the spiritual realm!

Marcus dreams of running through an ancient forest naked, he slips between the trees and jumps from ledges as he follows an unknown path, going off of nothing but a feeling. His mind blank, almost as if he was an animal himself stalking through the forest in search for prey.

He runs past tree after tree, for what seemed like an age, before eventually coming across a wide river, large stones jutting out of the waters surface, making a natural stepping stones path to get across. The sounds of an enormous waterfall in the distance, as he stops for a moment to check his surroundings he notices for the first time that the sky is dark and cloudy, tinted in red; for some reason, this does not bother him. After taking a brief moment to drink from the water he is off again, jumping from stone to stone with an agility that he is not sure he truly possesses.

Marcus makes his way up, the ground casually slopping up as he ascends the woodlands. The ground, which was hard packed dirt and leaves from the forest, gives way more and more to rock as he proceeds, never stopping; his endurance seeming limitless. He passes caves and ridges, stopping only briefly each time to glance inside or look out over the terrain from the ridge, never truly stopping his progress as he follows his unseen guide as it constantly urges him forward. Marcus runs forward until he reaches a steep rock cliff wall, spotting the occasional holes that he can insert a hand or foot into, not knowing what else to do Marcus begins scaling the cliff.

The climb seemed to take days, the cliff face growing ever taller with reach inch he made. Marcus finally reached the top, a rather small out looking ridge that extended several feet before hitting the mountain top, after looking around Marcus found a lone cave that entered the mountain face, obscuring everything inside in darkness, even as the red sun beat down every nook and crevice of the area. He took several steps forward before stopping, something tell him this was far enough. He felt the presence inside, instinctively knowing exactly what it is, with nothing else to say Marcus gives the cave entrance a smile, "I found you."

Once the words left his mouth Marcus could hear the steps, growing ever louder as the thing headed towards the light, and him. Marcus couldn't help but smile wider as it came into view, a magnificent furred beast, the large bear stood on it's back legs, now towering over the man, letting out a roar that seemed to shake the very heavens. The creature then dropped to all fours and slowly walked towards Marcus, getting within mere inches of the naked man. Marcus took his left arm and held the beasts massive head as he stared into it's eyes.

Simon, looking very pale, slowly rises to his feet. He walks stiffly, testing the strength in his limbs. He tries to help Marcus up, but he is too weak to lend his strength.
He addresses Genna and Gizzy, shaking his head. "That didn't go as I planned. I believe Marcus and the bear will be alright. But still, Genna's right. We need to get moving. Where is Bürd?"

That was fun, if only because it was out of the ordinary. I always love exploring the darker side of the old gods.

Bürd comes out of the cottage, eyes wide and axe raised over his shoulder, looking wildly from Simon, to the bloody cub, to Marcus' pale face, "wha' in th'name a th'Stoneheart 'ave y'lads been up t'!? I kin feel it ain't right whatever it were!" He calms and looks everyone over more closely, and finally faces Simon with sad eyes, "ah nay lad, tell me y'dint do what it seems, an' fer a stupid beast no less." His axe droops and he turns to slowly reenter the cottage.