What follows is a detailed description of the ritual that led to neutralisation of the lunar pool. Praise to the Lord, and to those who served Him in this.
Father Azor Corso
A starry observatory
Smooth stone walls encircle this spherical chamber, an ornately wrought iron gate the only disruption to the otherwise unbroken ring. The polished flagstone floor is a perfect blend of ivory and ebony marble, each step upon its surface causing a hushed echo to ripple throughout the observatory. Black sconces hang across the walls, the alabaster wax candles casting a pallid glow upon their surroundings, sending shadows dancing across the floor as the flames struggle to stay alive. The magnificent domed glass ceiling towers high above, granting a constant view of the heavens. Small flakes of crystal adorn the translucent glass, glinting and twinkling to simulate a starry sky. An obsidian eye sigil is here. A runic totem is planted solidly in the ground. Its arms and globes carefully calibrated, a grand orrery of black iron graces the centre of the observatory.
Jurixe nods her dark head slightly to Azor.
Azor nods solemnly.
Azor carefully lowers the hood on crimson apostolic robes.
Azor steps clear of the group of Mhaldorians lining the periphery of this circular chamber, and raises a hand for quiet.
Azor approaches a grand orrery of black iron.
Azor turns a slow gaze upon the moon, shining refulgently through the glass canopy of the observatory, and then looks down, at the model moon nestled among the intricate gears and shafts of the grand orrery.
His face a sudden rictus of rage, Azor abruptly takes up a dark-hued bloodwood staff and strikes the model moon, causing it to shatter, its shards spraying in every direction.
Azor holds an iridescent moonstone briefly overhead, and then jams it violently into the cradle where the model moon had formerly rested.
Father Azor Corso says solemnly in Mhaldorian, "A prayer to the Malevolent Lord."
Father Azor Corso says in Mhaldorian, "Be thou exalted, O Lord, above the heavens: and thy glory above all the land. So that thy chosen may be delivered: save with thy left hand, and answer."
Father Azor Corso says in Mhaldorian, "Guide our voices and hands as we undertake these acts against the conjuring of the Triune Goddess. And if aught of what we do in Your name should displease You, cleave our tongues and mutilate our limbs."
Father Azor Corso says boomingly in Mhaldorian, "The heavens will shake at the desecrations we practice here today. O Lord, grant us a measure of Thy power, that the heathens might hear of it, and be afraid."
Delicate metal flanges shriek in protest as Azor forces an iridescent moonstone into the focal point of the orrery and of the chamber.
Father Azor Corso says prayerfully in Mhaldorian, "Thy will, alone, be done. Amen."
Azor winces momentarily.
Azor pauses thoughtfully for a moment and then grasps a dark-hued bloodwood staff in both hands.
Using the staff as a measuring rod, and pacing deliberately, Azor plans a ritual pentagram, making geometer's lines in the thin dust that coats the observatory floor.
Nodding subtly, Azor drops to his knees and draws a narrow dagger from an inner pocket.
With a sharp word in the language of the Inferno, Azor plunges the dagger straight through the flesh of his extended forearm and into the stone of the floor.
His blood flowing copiously into the channel formed by the moving blade, Azor crawls laboriously through the form of the pentagram, chanting all the while.
Azor continues to move about the pentagram.
As Azor finishes his labour, the result becomes clear: an incised blood pentagram, sprawling across the room, moonstone at center. The blood glows lividly, unnaturally.
Azor folds a length of black cloth round his arm to stanch the bleeding and climbs slowly to his feet, face pale.
Father Azor Corso says loudly in Mhaldorian, "Lords of the Inferno, demons of hell, be bound to our foul purpose."
Father Azor Corso says loudly in Mhaldorian, "From the seat of your power, within and below this reality, reach out in sacred corruption to the stone."
Father Azor Corso says in Mhaldorian, "Shall not the sky and moon and earth and all else be thine at the latter day? Then answer this call."
The bloody pentagram flares to life, crimson fire pulsing through its lines.
Azor strides to the northern point of the pentagram and murmurs the last, most secret words. Though the syllables cannot be distinguished, they cause the spilt blood to rise, a skein of overlapping veils hanging round the room and brushing even the transparent dome.
As Azor gestures--palm outward, fingers crooked--faint, guttural voices seem to call back and forth, as though signaling across a great chasm.
Azor steps away, staggering slightly before being supported by those gathered.
Shadows shift and flicker as Jurixe melts into view, measured footsteps propelling her to a spot several paces away from the moonstone. A faraway look of concentration is etched upon her features as she folds her legs beneath herself and settles to the ground.
Mycen slits her wrist and holds it out, filling an oaken vial with fresh blood.
A moment of utter stillness passes before Jurixe raises her right arm to shoulder level, drawing her dirk with her other hand.
The air around a serrated dirk of cold steel vibrates as Jurixe swiftly unsheathes it from a stygian wrist sheath.
Jurixe slowly rotates her raised arm so that her palm faces skyward before plunging the serrated blade into the middle of her forearm. The sound of flesh being carefully rent asunder echoes through the room as she slowly draws the dirk submerged in her flesh towards her hand, stopping just before the base of her wrist.