The Hungry Tower (event)
We begin the ritual in the dead of night, the chamber filled with a hallucinogenic smoke that stings the eyes and burns the nose. Striding past the braziers upon which our sacramental wood burns, I grip my restrained prisoner. A Magi like me perhaps, but unlucky enough to not be prey instead of predator. Turning their head upwards, I see their eyes are already clouded, clinging feebly to consciousness with a dribble of spit leaking from the corner of their mouth. Blinking back the soporific effects of the smoke I begin to intone the susurrating syllables of the spell as I stare unblinkingly into my sacrifice's eyes.
There in the space between our gazes a silver thread spins into existence as if from nothing, a connection between our souls. Drawing upon it with a motion akin to a seamstress lifting a needle in one hand, I pull it forth. Formless and intangible, yet with a terrible gravity that seems to tug at the billowing smoke, it lingers only an instant before it is pulled into my own body. The shock of the sudden joining severs the connection between us with the force of a hammer blow, and I am sent sprawling backward dazed, disoriented, but empowered beyond my wildest imagination.
Oh what power I've gained!