Old Zysle passed the black rod of Ooranth to Xerin. Xerin struck the stone of Ooranth with the rod and said, “Gorge dub you bush.” Maroon liquid oozed from the rod. Zysle gave the youth the little bag of holding.
The two sat in the amber light. Words formed in Xerin’s mind. “Your command is “Mill lard fill mar.” Xerin gripped the black rod, muttered “Mill lard fill mar,” and struck the stone of Ooranth. The stone divided into daughter stones equal in size to the original. More phrases entered Xerin’s mind.
“I give you my blood through which you will receive all you seek. You in turn give to me your all.”
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Old Zysle smiled and presented the small crystal orb and said, “Guard well this little orb. It may save you from Magick one day.”
Thereafter dreams troubled Xerin.
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