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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maidhc O Casain" data-source="post: 4247198" data-attributes="member: 29558">Last RightsLooking somewhat appeased but throwing a frightened look at Skáth, the mortician backs out the door and up the stairs.Cyr goes about making his preparations as the others examine the body, but there is nothing unexpected to be found here - he died of exsanguination caused by perforation by a long thin wooden object driven into his chest at terrific speeds.Once his preparations are complete, Cyr stands close to the body and begins the standard 'Last Rights' ceremony for Domhan (the one appropriate for situations where no particular deity of the pantheon was worshipped, but homage was given to all - the case for most of the population).  However, as he sprinkles, gestures, and prays something ususual begins to happen.  His motions begin to slow, along with his praying.  His words first slur somewhat, then come to a halt as his eyes take a vacant look.  And then he speaks in a hollow voice that seems to echo, as though spoken from deep within a well:"Clún and Radharc suffer treachery from within; more than the old bonds of friendship tie the two together now, but old friends are not at the core of this conflict.  The Shadow that slew me promotes chaos for his own purposes.  Unity only will prevail against Scáthach Craosach (OOC: 'Devouring Shadow' or 'Ravenous Shadow').  Now please release me into peace; I may speak no more."With these final words, Cyr's eyes clear and his voice returns to normal, but a feeling of tension remains in the air of the small cellar.Cyr shakes off the effects of the spirit possession and continues with his ceremony.  Soon the entire party is engulfed in a blanket of peace and serenity; a warm lassitude fills each of you and the tension in the air dissipates.</blockquote>

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