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Sometimes a book exudes a certain aura, an unidentifiable sense of what kinds of things might be contained within. A black leather tome scarred and torn might hold ancient evils or a finely printed textbook might hold only the sagest of wisdom to be visited upon those readers lucky enough to draw their eyes upon it's cover. This was not the case for the current book.
No, this was a fairly simple brown leather bound journal that had been tucked away in a dusty portion of a used bookstore. The worn pentagram engraved upon the cover belied the main purpose of this small vessel of knowledge, but then demonic magics were not uncommon to residents of Manta Carlos. The book knew not why Isstar had selected if from among it's peers, but that was normal for a book. Books don't think and don't reason. They simply hold the scribblings of those who previously owned them or the mas produced printings of some company or another.
But there was useful information in those pages. Descriptions of large circles and geometric shapes carefully drawn or carved into the ground. Candles placed at each convergence of the lines, leaving limited space inside for the weaver of such a ritual and their offering. Normally the words needed for the ritual would take years of study to perfect but countless previous owners of the book had left notes in the margins. Tips and advice, phonetic descriptions for the very sounds of the words. The chant wasn't easy but was still doable. This was, after all, one of the lesser rituals written within the pages. A good choice for testing out a first ritual of this nature. If one were reckless and impatient enough to do so without proper study of demonic magic.
So it went, that a figure had prepared their supplies and trudged out into the woods late at night where they might attempt something foolish. The ritual set up, and ready for the young dragon to begin.
Sometimes a book exudes a certain aura, an unidentifiable sense of what kinds of things might be contained within. A black leather tome scarred and torn might hold ancient evils or a finely printed textbook might hold only the sagest of wisdom to be visited upon those readers lucky enough to draw their eyes upon it's cover. This was not the case for the current book.
No, this was a fairly simple brown leather bound journal that had been tucked away in a dusty portion of a used bookstore. The worn pentagram engraved upon the cover belied the main purpose of this small vessel of knowledge, but then demonic magics were not uncommon to residents of Manta Carlos. The book knew not why Isstar had selected if from among it's peers, but that was normal for a book. Books don't think and don't reason. They simply hold the scribblings of those who previously owned them or the mas produced printings of some company or another.
But there was useful information in those pages. Descriptions of large circles and geometric shapes carefully drawn or carved into the ground. Candles placed at each convergence of the lines, leaving limited space inside for the weaver of such a ritual and their offering. Normally the words needed for the ritual would take years of study to perfect but countless previous owners of the book had left notes in the margins. Tips and advice, phonetic descriptions for the very sounds of the words. The chant wasn't easy but was still doable. This was, after all, one of the lesser rituals written within the pages. A good choice for testing out a first ritual of this nature. If one were reckless and impatient enough to do so without proper study of demonic magic.
So it went, that a figure had prepared their supplies and trudged out into the woods late at night where they might attempt something foolish. The ritual set up, and ready for the young dragon to begin.
