The shadows within the room swelled. The mark upon Lyra’s breast softly ignited as a violet flame limned with orange light wrapped itself around the ring that was pressed upon her very soul. For Lyra and for Lyrielle, the darkness wrapped around her like an embrace. There was the gentlest and softest tilting of her head as the sensation of fingers brushing along her jaw came to her. And there in the dark, the ghostly shape of a man whose true form she knew all too well. Memories passed through her in that moment. Memories from an era that was now long dead. The world had been a different place, filled with different threats but it had been no less enthralling in its danger. That touch of fingertips beneath her chin soon left her as that ghostly shape stepped back in order to fade once more into the blackness from whence it came. It paused, almost as if taking note of the Hobgoblin for the first time. That notice lingered before the shadows gathered and whispered their way to the man.
For Franky, the darkness wrapped around his wrist becoming a thin ring of black that solidified itself into place. Like a tattoo it became embedded into his skin and the dark ghostly shape of that man turned his head to peer at the Hobgoblin. Franky was acknowledged. The weight of the promise made settled upon his shoulders. The ghostly form lingered there, as if considering Franky on a much deeper level before it carried onward into the night, becoming naught but an unsettling memory.
The shadows settled. Lyra’s mark returned to its dormant state but though it returned to its slumbering quiet, it felt…different. As the darkness receded, there was the gentlest of squeezes upon Lyra’s shoulder.
For Franky, the darkness wrapped around his wrist becoming a thin ring of black that solidified itself into place. Like a tattoo it became embedded into his skin and the dark ghostly shape of that man turned his head to peer at the Hobgoblin. Franky was acknowledged. The weight of the promise made settled upon his shoulders. The ghostly form lingered there, as if considering Franky on a much deeper level before it carried onward into the night, becoming naught but an unsettling memory.
The shadows settled. Lyra’s mark returned to its dormant state but though it returned to its slumbering quiet, it felt…different. As the darkness receded, there was the gentlest of squeezes upon Lyra’s shoulder.
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Lyra: +1 Mark of Obtenebration at the Avowed level. Given to aid her in the fulfillment of her oath and as a seal to signify that the Dark One has accepted the oath made in his name.
Franky: +1 black tattoo around the wrist of your choice. It is a manifestation of the bargain that has been struck with Lyra. A reminder that to break it is to incur that wrath of something not mortal.
Franky: +1 black tattoo around the wrist of your choice. It is a manifestation of the bargain that has been struck with Lyra. A reminder that to break it is to incur that wrath of something not mortal.
