Testament and Mark of the Elder Pact

Following my grandfather’s death, a mysterious package had arrived by private courier. Inside, a timeworn box made of an exotic, fragrant wood. I knew this box. He had been given it in his younger days as a merchant marine travelling to corners of the Earth from which the shroud of mystery had yet to be blown away, and elder pacts were still whispered of. He had kept this soiled artifact in a place of pride among his collection of keepsakes; one of the few trinkets he never let go of or allowed anyone to touch. Though I had never seen it opened, I had an idea of what lay inside.

For the occasion I had prepared everything I thought I could possibly need. Salt, sage, incense, blessed candles dedicated to the saints, holy oil and water. Surely, none of this was necessary. It was little more than the fetish of an ancient superstition. Its only power was to stir the imagination with thoughts of dark rituals passed from prelate to acolyte by word of mouth, and traditions stamped out by missionaries. So it was with an abundance of caution that I lit the candles and incense, and anointed myself while chanting a prayer. Everything was ready, and there was no more reason to put it off.

With a small bit of effort the dusty box creaked open, having been glued shut with grime, wood oil, and time. In a bed of finely woven cloth a small glass snuff bottle lay. Turning the box in the dim candle light I could see grains of ash and while might have been tiny shards of bone shifting inside. A small leather strap decorated with a few beads was tied to the neck. All in all, it was a bit disappointing. A sailor’s reliquary and nothing more.

I reached in to remove the bottle from the box to examine it closer. As my skin brushed up against the cold glass an electric shock shot through my body and in that moment I was transported to a nightmare world. Amidst a frozen moment of disaster, cloaked in blood and chaos, a dark presence stood like a pillar. The carnage surrounding it was its offering and its promise. Its uncountable eyes pierced my being, branding me with its mark.

As quickly as the vision took me it passed, leaving me with the dreadful knowledge that I had become its servant. The pact had been passed to me.

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So, I mostly made these to be pretty TC items and pet profile ‘decorations’ to set a spooky mood for stories about forbidden artifacts and eldritch pacts. After giving them to the couple people who wanted them as Lumi gifts (I mean, WHO DOESN’T want a fantastic floating flaming forehead fetus?), I have a one of each Testament of the Elder Pact left over to offer.

If there’s more interest I can stick these in my shop.

Courtesy pings @ caitlin

commemorative pylot mantle

Psst kid. Hey, you got a second? Ya know that swarm of pylots that just came up out of nowhere last Survival? Weirdest thing, I tell ya. Them battlers took care of it though, and we didn’t have to worry about those stinkin’ dog-birds messin’ up the place. But hey, I look around and man they left a lot of carnage behind. And ya know what? Their garbage is my business opportunity. Me an’ a couple buddies, ya know, just cleaned things up and now it turns out we have a lot of unexpected inventory we gotta move.

This is strictly under the table; just between you an’ me, right. Some of my, uh, competitors, if you will, might not really appreciate what I’m doing for the community. They got their legal obligations and health regulations to worry about. Me? I got you in mind. You maybe want a little souvenir to remind you of how much fun you had over the holiday. Don’t you worry. No dealing with those freaks like Skitters and L’Amour and their ethically sourced goods. We can make a deal right now if you’re interested, if ya know what I mean. The stuff will be ready once you and a few other clients front up a little bit of dough to make sure we got our operating costs covered. Now goods of this quality and rarity, they ain’t cheap, ya know. But not too much. Say, 700csc. About what you see those fashionistas paying to get their hair done up all special.

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Since interest has died down and the cuteness of the thread has probably worn out I have moved the Pylots to my CW shop to keep them available to everyone without having to wait for slots to fill up. Thanks everyone! (someone remind me if the run out please. I have no idea what I'm even doing.)

[spoiler] Please be considerate of others and pay within 48 hours so everyone can get their mantle in a timely manner. I may remove you from your slot if you’re holding things up. Slots:

Maskros
Reaper
Zawmbi
Reaper (again)
Archer
Crab
scorpion
heaven
Jovi
HADES
Ale
Bren
Virus
Elka
Elka

Preemptive Pylot Pings @ jovi @ reaper @ elka [/spoiler]

pert poultry posterior

Ey, so, kid. I was hangin’ out with my buddy Pete, who, just sayin’, would never throw me out of his establishment, unlike a certain fast food chain in Centroplis. Like, man, I don’t know, they just don’t trust me. No idea why. I’m completely innocent and don’t you listen to a word that comes out of their mouths if should you just so happen to catch them talkin’ about me. Whatever, their food ain’t half as good and the ambiance is much better out here anyway.

So, back to what I was sayin’ before about Pete. Guy says he can’t get people here to try gourmet delights like fried Pope’s nose with orange glaze. Says people just nope on out once they find out what it is. People just don’t appreciate that this guy is a culinary genius if you get what I’m sayin’. And considerin’ people flock to eat poop on a stick in these parts all I can say that I’m shocked. Just shocked.

So, you know me. I’m not one to leave a pal hanging there like that. And anyway, I got me an idea. Subetans might like their food and all, but why try to create a food fad when you can create a fashion sensation? All them people you see walkin’ around with cat butts and fox butts? Seems to me there’s a severe shortage of chicken butts. I just so happen to have a couple buddies in the meat packin’ business who could maybe help me out with a little entrepreneurial venture. Make a little bit of happiness for everyone. Well, everyone ‘cept the chickens.

And speaking of venture, I’m going to be needing a little capital for my little project here. Not much. You know I don’t overcharge or deal in shoddy knock off goods. First though, I got a few pieces of sample merchandise I need to get off my hands. Those’ll go out through trades for slot price in order to cover my initial investment. After we got that business done with I’ll be acceptin’ personal requests for more of these little fashion gems.

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Loose copies from initial submission:

Trithie
Cyroris

Polite Poultry Pings: @ trithie @ Cyroris

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