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The Lady of Gehenna holds a part in you and you need her presence and council for your next moves. You dig a small hole in your left arm and with the trickle of blood you start forming a complicated web of intertwined geometric patterns on the bare ground in front of you. Your Lady likes sacrifices and giving away blood in your emaciated condition is a true gesture of devotion that surely will please her. You place the dagger with her lewd image in the center of the binding circle that you have drawn and start chanting a conjuring speech on a long forgotten Semitic language.
Its the middle of the night but it is bright, there is half-moon in the starry sky; calm air makes trees and branches move. More than an hour passes, you are still chanting with your bleeding hand prostrated horizontally in the air atop the blood-made circle. Your cheeks are hollow from hunger, your blond hair - greasy, your mouth and face are covered with dried horse blood; you are quite the sight, however you are only focused on the task at hand.
The wind carries smells of bark, howls of hungry nightstalkers, <span class="mu-i">faint sounds of beating drums and human shrieks </span>. You are somewhat taken off guard by the latter but before your mind has the opportunity to wonder you notice a figure in red to your <span class="mu-r">left</span>. Red arms, red legs, red dress and hair, a woman... no, a girl, no older than you, looks in the distance, somewhere behind you, with a stern face. All of a sudden your anxiety about church captors, your grief about your teacher, the amusement you feel after you notice that she is not covered in red but in blood - vaporize.
You are completely grounded and you can feel her presence strongly. You open your mouth to speak but she vanishes without a word.
rolled 2, critical failure
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