"Cruac magic," Mina said, smiling a little bit. She rather enjoyed giving the explanation. Usually to one of the newest acolytes. Then again, under other circumstances, she'd find Fortescue an ideal candidate.
A thought she elected to keep to herself.
"Cruac magic," she said again, "is one of the two branches of magic unique to the Kindred. It's ritual based, requiring a sacrifice of vitae--vampire blood--in order to work. There are dozens of rituals one can learn. Some combat-based, some circling around prophecy, some a bit more...productive."
Being a fan of the 'show, don't tell' school of thought, Mina's fangs flashed out and in a second, she'd slit her wrist. Deep, dark black blood pooled on the surface of her skin. "Laufsblað."
From the cracks in the tiles along the floor, thin, green vines started to twist up, growing at an alarming rate, forming the beginnings of a topiary wall of hawthorn.
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A thought she elected to keep to herself.
"Cruac magic," she said again, "is one of the two branches of magic unique to the Kindred. It's ritual based, requiring a sacrifice of vitae--vampire blood--in order to work. There are dozens of rituals one can learn. Some combat-based, some circling around prophecy, some a bit more...productive."
Being a fan of the 'show, don't tell' school of thought, Mina's fangs flashed out and in a second, she'd slit her wrist. Deep, dark black blood pooled on the surface of her skin. "Laufsblað."
From the cracks in the tiles along the floor, thin, green vines started to twist up, growing at an alarming rate, forming the beginnings of a topiary wall of hawthorn.