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Cinder 4 passes, Placing of Rune Stones - Success!
He reached into his duffle bag for a rectangular, glass container, one with a plastic lid that clipped securely to the glass on all four sides. Placing it on the ground, he snapped the clips and lifted the lid, setting it aside. Inside was an assortment of stones, all about the size of Cam's palm. On each stone, a rune had been very meticulously carved. Some of the lines were more worn than others, but that was from generations of handling.
The stones didn't go all the way back to the beginning, but in the Seventeenth Century, one of the MacKinlay stewards had decided that risking any miscalculation with drawing the runes for the bonding ritual was rolling the dice too much on the outcome. The runes for this particular ritual were, therefore, permanently established.
“I suppose ye could say its a family thing, aye,” Cam replied to Juniper's observation. “Each generation hopes fer a son in the main line, which is rubbish, but that's how the Fae set it up.”
All the stones in the container were for the bonding ritual. There were others, back in his rental, on which various stewards along the way had carved runes into, ones that were often needed for other spells. The seven stones he had with him were all he needed for the night.
Cam picked out two of them, one in each hand, stood and placed them around the circle, just inside the line he had drawn in the dirt. This was repeated with the remaining five stones until they were all firmly pressed into the ground just enough so as not to be easily displaced. They were set apart by an equal amount.
On the fifth stone, Cam said, “Aye, elemental stuff, too.” Once the seventh stone was in place, he stepped back to check the arrangement in case any tweaks were required.
He reached into his duffle bag for a rectangular, glass container, one with a plastic lid that clipped securely to the glass on all four sides. Placing it on the ground, he snapped the clips and lifted the lid, setting it aside. Inside was an assortment of stones, all about the size of Cam's palm. On each stone, a rune had been very meticulously carved. Some of the lines were more worn than others, but that was from generations of handling.
The stones didn't go all the way back to the beginning, but in the Seventeenth Century, one of the MacKinlay stewards had decided that risking any miscalculation with drawing the runes for the bonding ritual was rolling the dice too much on the outcome. The runes for this particular ritual were, therefore, permanently established.
“I suppose ye could say its a family thing, aye,” Cam replied to Juniper's observation. “Each generation hopes fer a son in the main line, which is rubbish, but that's how the Fae set it up.”
All the stones in the container were for the bonding ritual. There were others, back in his rental, on which various stewards along the way had carved runes into, ones that were often needed for other spells. The seven stones he had with him were all he needed for the night.
Cam picked out two of them, one in each hand, stood and placed them around the circle, just inside the line he had drawn in the dirt. This was repeated with the remaining five stones until they were all firmly pressed into the ground just enough so as not to be easily displaced. They were set apart by an equal amount.
On the fifth stone, Cam said, “Aye, elemental stuff, too.” Once the seventh stone was in place, he stepped back to check the arrangement in case any tweaks were required.