Ribbons of lightly colored smoke danced toward the ceiling in thin lines as the incense the originated from burned down slowly.  Rorie knelt in the middle of the room.  She had made all the necessary preparations for this ritual, and cleared her living room as much as she could to make space for all the needed magical bits and pieces.  On the floor around her, in soft white chalk, she had drawn the needed symbols onto the dark hardwood flooring of her apartment.  She had spent time meditating and gather her power in the days prior, mustering her magical strength for this moment.<br/><br/>Eleanor Lack, the leader of her coven had disappeared into thin air two weeks ago, and though the witches in her group had tried to find her, nothing had worked.  No scrying or divination revealed her location.  Even if the woman was dead or on another plane, they should have been able to find some trace of her.  Every spell, every attempt at finding Eleanor had turned up nothing.  The others in the coven had all but given up, even Rorie's mother, but she was not about to let go of the woman who had been like a grandmother to her.<br/><br/>That was the reason for the ritual.  To get the power needed to find Eleanor.<br/><br/>The Lack Coven took pride in the fact that they stayed away from dark forces, but Rorie was not going to rule out any help she could get.  She had heard his name before, Armaros, from friends in other covens.  Sometimes he came when he was called, other times he avoided the temptation.  She knew she should be more careful, but Rorie was ready to make whatever deal she had to in order to make sure Eleanor came home safe and sound.  So she began to chant, slowly repeating the same phrase in latin.<br/><br/><i>"Quacumque die invocavero te, Armaros, ut audiat me. Offerente me ad te in nomine Domini potentia."</i><br/><br/>The meaning was simple enough.  She called to him, she offered him power in return for his favor, his help.  She continued to chant until her words hit a crescendo and the power she offered rushed out of her.  It was not all she had to offer, but it was taste to entice him into helping her.  Now all she could was wait, and see if it was tempting enough to bring him here.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="184" data-username="@Augustus" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/184/">@Augustus</a>