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[color=f26522]Time[/color]: around noon
[color=f26522]Location[/color]: the beach
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: 
[color=f26522]Mentions in order[/color]: Charlotte [@princess], Lorenzo [@FunnyGuy], Olivia [@potter], Ruby [@SausagePat], and Farim [@Lava Alckon]
[color=f26522]outfit:[/color] white button up shirt and kilt, swimsuit being a long loin cloth and speedo mix[/center]
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Roman did not return to the guest house that night instead he opted to return to the warehouse and debrief Erik. Their discussion didn’t last long mostly sharing information so that he can send a coded message to the queen and some of the others that needed to know what was going on. Still after this he did not return to the palace. He found that he needed to look into what violet said, look into the man that was trapped in his necklace. 

Roman left to the beach, a short walk in the warm night air, the tide was low and few were out this late if they were not drinking or the average pair of guards patrolling the roads. He found himself aimlessly walking along the beach stopping within eye sight of the Damien estate. The dark windows and empty feeling he got from the place just brought him back to thinking of Violet and her change. The guards around the estate definitely had not lessened in number if anything they had grown in number. 

This was as good as a place as any to start his meditation in the darkness with the waves of the ocean being his sole companion. Roman took off his shoes, jacket, and cloak. Folding them neatly in a pile then drawing a circle in the sand he stood in the middle of it. He took his time, slow fluid movements paired with digging his feet into the sand, rubbing a handful of it between his fingers. Deep rhythmic breaths, in through his nose, hold for a moment, ending with a slow breath out of his mouth.

With each breath timed with each shallow wave he drifted further and further into his mediation. The slow drawing of his sword to begin his dance with an unseen foe. Well defined and practiced movements paired again with his breathing and the waves his mind lost in the motions as his body followed the well drilled movements. Nothing filled his mind as even the sound and feeling of his breathing were lost to the abyss. In that nothingness he found it. A spark, a crack in the void that grew as he focused into it. Until he was suddenly blinded by green flames and deafened by screams.

He felt anger and insanity paired with rattling chains and an uncompromising bloodlust. It was so much that it almost overtook him threatening his very being to take hold and brutalize those that found themselves unlucky enough to be near him. Although on the outside his form faltered and strained for a moment he held strong against this assault. Just as an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object. The screams and powerful will to kill were vented and released until it was just a blue-green light in the formless shape of a man.

“[color=f26522]What are you?[/color]” he called out to it.
“[color=0072bc]I… I am the cost of what we did.[/color]” It responded between ragged breaths almost as if it had not spoken in decades.
“[color=f26522]What we did? You will have to be more specific than that.[/color]” Roman remained unmoved and unemotional to the thing.
“[color=0072bc]I am what happens when one neglects the rules of magic, your old friend, Galdur Stonebrook.[/color]” A smile crept across its face as it remembered its name.
“[color=f26522]that’s impossible, I saw you die…. There was nothing left.[/color]” The first bit of emotion slipped through his stoic façade. 
“[color=0072bc]nothing left except the necklace you fool.[/color]” A bit of spite with the ghostly voice.
Roman stayed quiet for a time, “[color=f26522]Did it work then?[/color]”
The voice scoffed then laughed, “[color=0072bc]why do you think you grew so strong while others stopped? Why you don’t get sick? Why you don’t tire as easily as others? You’re not blessed by the gods, your blessed by me.[/color]”
“[color=f26522]so, all of that is because of what we did? Then are you the berserker that the others speak of? What happens to me when I pass out?[/color]”
“[color=0072bc]Of course I am, it’s the only time I get to come out and have some fun. I was always a better fighter than you.[/color]”
Again, roman was silent in his mind, “[color=f26522]So what now? How can I get you to work with me?[/color]”
“[color=0072bc]oh, so now you want to work with me? Now that you know that my soul is trapped in here after 20 years!?!.... I’m sure we can work something out?[/color]” the voice said with a wicked grin.
Roman sighed his friend was clearly unstable but for a good reason. This conversation was definitely not the last he was going to have to have with this one. “[color=f26522]Then how about we agree on ground rules then?[/color]”

Roman continued his conversation and meditation well into the early hours of the morning. he wasn't quite sure how to process this or if he was truly talking to his friend or something else. Still, Finding a spare bed at the warehouse was not hard and found that he slept in until late in the morning.
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[center]Sola 22 /// WIP[/center]
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[color=f26522][center]Current day: Sola 23
Location: warehouse to the beach[/center][/color]





A small letter with the Ravenwood seal marks the personal invitation from Roman Ravenwood to all Varian nobility and royalty as well as a few personal invitations to the nobility of Caesonia and Alidasht. It is not a private event and is open to all but he still felt it necessary to personally invite his friends and those he thought might enjoy one of their rituals. [i]((those that were interested in the event would receive one at any time during the day, as well as all of the Varian nobility regardless of if they wanted to come.))[/i]
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  [color=f26522]“To whom it may concern,
On behalf of the Ravenwood Family and Varian people, you are invited to attend our Celebration of the Summer solstice in accordance with our Traditions, gods, and culture. 

There will be traditional food and drink from the northern Varian territories to all who attend. If you like, our shaman is offering drinks of ‘Seer’s Drink’ that may help you commune with the gods at your own risk.

We have set up a gathering spot on the western most portion of lover’s lake. An hour before sunset we will be leaving from the entrance of the forest by the archery range to the chosen location but you are welcome to join us anytime. 

We ask that attendees be respectful of the traditions but participation is up to you. Clothing is optional and guard’s will be at the event to make sure that the proceedings go smoothly. 

Yours Respectfully,
Lord Roman Ravenwood.”[/color]
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[@Tae]
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[color=f26522]“To Count Sebastian and Lady Mina Blackwood,

I, Lord Roman Ravenwood, do humbly request your presence at our Celebration for the summer solstice tonight. We have chosen a spot on the western most portion of lover’s lake for the fire ritual and offerings. 

It is my honor to lead the celebrations this year and take my father’s place as the leader of the ritual.

Count Sebastian, I am aware of your health concerns but it would give me great pride if you could assist us with playing some of the music, just as you have done for my father in the past.

Lady Mina, you would bring me great honor if you would sing with me. You know our songs, you both do, I do not know anyone I would rather have for this than you. 

I do hope to see both of you there tonight. As per normal, traditional food and drink of our territories will be available, the shaman has also made a batch of seer’s drink if you want to partake in that as well. 

Clothing is optional and if you wish to have some of the traditional ritual garb, if you did not bring your own, be sure to stop by our warehouse a few hours before sunset and we will find something for you. I will be wearing the bones of the snow bear I killed last year along with a kilt in my family’s colors.

Your Loyal friend,
Lord Roman Ravenwood”[/color]
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[@Tpartywithzombi]
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[color=f26522]     “To Violet Damien,

I would like to invite you to our celebration of the Summer solstice this evening. At the western most part of lover’s lake is where You can find me leading our ritual to my gods. I believe it may be something you would enjoy.

We can talk more if you like, I have been thinking about what you said the last we spoke. I don’t know what’s going on but I would like to help in any way I can even if its just to be a kind shoulder to lean on.

Please don’t be discouraged, healing takes time and if you would allow me I will be there every step of the way. 

Yours Truly,
Roman Ravenwood

P.S. your scars are still beautiful and they don’t diminish your worth.”[/color]
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It took Roman about an hour to fill out the letters and personalized invitations to be delivered today. The warehouse was a buzz of activity as carts were loaded with food and other things directed by the shaman, the older women lived for rituals like these and she was sure not to disappoint. The guards that volunteered for the night shift during the ritual had the day off and he intended to take them to the beach to let off some steam before the night’s festivities.

Erik was busy making sure that the letters he had just got done writing were being sent off to the right places. Roman knew the hardworking man wouldn’t stop until it was time for the celebration tonight. The ritual was on everyone’s mind including his. It would surely be a good ritual, he was aware that this was the closest that they could come to publicly using magic. The ritual itself was meant to promote good health, luck, and prosperity to his people and really anyone that attended. 

He gave a nod to Erik as the two passed each other “[color=f26522]Be sure that Jacob at the Damien estate gets one of those invitations as well as anyone else he would like to bring.[/color]” the lord knew he could go mingle with the rest of the civilized nobility at the tea party but today was a day for the barbarians. A day he would make sure that his men and his people enjoyed. So, he knew he had to start that by bringing the guards that volunteered to work the night shift tonight out to the beach to thank them and give them a break before their shift.

The group of Varian northerners wore light button up shirts with matching kilts and simple foot wear to the area everyone seemed to be using to swim. They found an un used small grouping of chairs and umbrellas in the warm sand. Roman could see a few other faces he recognized as he scanned the beach area. 

He could see Lorenzo, Charlotte, a woman that looked familiar but wasn’t quite sure and one of the Alidasht people. He remembered seeing the Alidasht man before but couldn’t quite place his name. a scream from the shore turned their attention collectively to someone covered in sea weed and another girl calling for help. None of them saw any threat to this and all as one just laughed at the situation unfolding. 

The group of Varian left their things on the benches and began to strip. The recent decree about beach wear from the king wasn’t surprising given the mans nature but none of them liked that clothing wasn’t optional. Back home no one wore clothes when swimming, then again, the water here was like a warm bath compared to the frigid northern water they were used too. In a few moments they had stripped down to what could be considered a cross between a speedo and a loincloth with two knee length strips of fabric flowing off the front and back of their waist.

The men didn’t need to ask and simply began to do what they wanted, the younger Varian men ran off towards the water while a couple of the old timers stayed with their things and the newspaper enjoying the Sorian sun. they were all fit men of taller than average heights and with varying degrees of battle experience but they were all dwarfed by Romans sheer mass. now with most of his skin showing others could truly get a firm understanding of just how much stronger he looked compared to others. Scars adorned his bronze skin with the majority of the large and small blemishes across his arms. His muscles were not completely toned but still held quite the amount of mass that put his physique somewhere between a body builder and power lifter.

Roman didn’t seem to bothered by the people calling for help as it looked like the situation wasn’t that bad but he would intervene if it was something serious. Right now, he just wanted to swim and relax before the coming ritual. Swimming at least was a little harder for him, with his added mass he did not float but was used to it all the same. With confidence he walked up to and slowly wadded into the warm waters of the bay.