Page 9 - Book of Ancient Stars, Litria's Note Section

We reached a big room with a proper floor, eighty or a hundred feet above

the area with the sludge pool. The giant doors leading out of it were closed

off, and in the middle was a statue of the Tyrant Lord, holding a silvered

knife. After Jane took the knife, the statue’s hand shifted to point at a

basin below itself; everyone understood immediately what we needed to do.

Jane, having taken the knife, went first, slitting open her palm;

Xerena went next with the same motion, although I believe she took a

moment to heal herself with her angel-magic or whatever;

The Smith was hesitant, but his blood was next in line. Pricked his finger;

I was next, although I had to be a bit more forceful to get something out

and into the basin;

Sentry was last. At first we were worried, the warforged had no blood to

give. To our surprise, him going through the motions of cutting his hand

worked out. I suppose the magics are more advanced than simple detection

and divination.

After he was done, I began feeling sleepy. Jane, Xerena and the Smith all

fell one by one, though I was able to hold out a bit longer to give Sentry a

worried look. I still don’t know how he felt at that moment.

And so, our separation, and my series of tests, has begun.