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[Jeremiah DraDerex]

Fall 12 512 AV “It has been many night and day since we’ve set foot in our own home again hasn’t it brother?” Jeremiah lamented as he walked around the quaint home of his parents. He moved across the old, worn, wooden floor that creaked loudly in places. The sun shown through the skin covered windows and casts a dim glow across the living room and kitchen. Jeremiah wandered to the center of the room where a wide symbol made of black stone sat still and unmoved. The shards of black rock formed into two concentric circles, one circle only slightly smaller than the other. The perimeter created was adorned by candles, unlit at that point in time. At the center of the circle sat a small pedestal, poorly made from wood that had drifted ashore. Some of the plans used to make the shaft that held the thrown together table wore bits and pieces of names of lost ships. The dead wood now quite lively as it was used to hold the various items Jeremiah considered sacred to his religion and practices. From the rafters hung a spider web of ropes that had been tipped with silvery, heavy duty, fish hooks. The sort of hooks usually reserved for large catches had another shocking use for Jeremiah. The room smelled of sweet wood smoke as a fire burned slowly and warmed the pot of soup with it. The dusty room was adorned similarly to the pedestal. Bits and pieces of oddities collected on the coast were pinned and hung from the rafters. Each had their own symbolic meaning to the two brothers. Cleaned skulls and painted fabric hung in a macabre but colorful way gave the entire home an eerie feeling. Draven walked behind his brother, though he did not have to be as careful as Jeremiah. His feet simply passed through the solid stone, shards, and candles. “It is true. Even though mother and father have passed on I still feel a strong connection to this house.” “You know you don’t have to stay with me. The promise you made has honored me since your death. To stay with me as I live and age, aid me in my journey so far, it has been more than enough if you’d like to move on to Lhex and be reincarnated.” Jeremiah turned to the slightly transparent brother. The two almost seemed to mirror each other. However, the visual aurora around the other was proof enough that he was in fact a ghost and not of the world anymore. The time spent on the desolate island known as Black Rock had proved to be quite informative. Ghosts from many different reaches of the world had arrived on the island for many different reasons. Each with their own stories to tell of exotic places Jeremiah could never have dreamed of. Jeremiah felt that he had traveled the world without leaving the black stone under his feet. “Why would I do that?” Draven drifted across the ground and to the front of Jeremiah. “It has proven to be quite fun brother. I still have a light in me and I’m going to let it shine until it has grown old as well.” Jeremiah smiled and continued his movements toward the center of the circle. The fire that burned warm in the hearth had begun to grow as the fresh, dry logs began to ignite. “You are genuinely my best friend in this world.” Jeremiah complimented as he stripped off the cotton, decorative robe. His naked torso was defined and covered in various scars. Along with the scars were several, small, holes in the cartilage of his ears. Through them hung primitive jewelry made of fish hooks that had been connected by thread to create a sort of net around the rim of the ear. “Now my friend, would you like to assist me in prayer?” “It would be a pleasure.” Draven nodded and moved toward the table at the center of the circle. oocIf you'd like to join you are more than welcome to. The house that they are in is possibly pretty damaged and abandoned looking. Jeremiah's parents had not returned from their voyage during the storm and the home has gone into disrepair. With that said, if you would like to join perhaps you are an observer from the outside of the house, make your way into the home and into Jeremiah's ritual room. Bit of rules, no fighting, this is a religious ceremony. You can steal if you want, but there is nothing of worth in the home.