Over a flat stone, burn a bough of cedar or some dried burdock shoots. Break up the remains and rake the ash into an even bed. Add some salt if you think it necessary.

The inexperienced soothsayer might be tempted to use sand, flour, or any number of other fine, granular mediums, but must resist the temptation! Calling forth spirits - especially with blood magic - is a dangerous business, and using such substitutes can cause grave insult, resulting in bad fortune.

The two participants must each make a single cut into the other’s flesh with the same blade, spilling blood into the ash. Examine for markings to determine the nature of the participants’ relationship in the future.

Roll 1d10, 1d4 times.

  1. X : A crossing of paths
  2. I I : Separation, or an alliance
  3. .’. : A death
  4. ● : Overwhelming success, or a baby
  5. 6 : A failure
  6. ••• : Loyalty
  7. ‡ : Rivalry
  8. # : Family trouble
  9. ∞ : Success through great adversity
  10. M : Turnmoil
  11. ¢ : BFFFs
Like a Thief in the Night

His anti-magic shell wore off, luckily it had deflected most the shadow-ravens that were raining down like bullets. He panted for a moment as his blade absorbed and drank in the blood he had tore from his enemy. He grasped at his side where the priest had snuck in a dagger, utilizing his hemomancy to regenerate the wound. He sought to focus back onto his target to no avail. Better yet, the item he had gone to lengths to retrieve was gone from his possession and all the damage he sustained during the quest was all for naught. All that remained was the scent of smoke and bourbon. He looked around to his apartment and paintings only to find destruction from the flailing shadow tentacles and birds that darted about with blinding speed that soon dissipated as his opponent vanished. “Fucking asshole…” Whitstan muttered.

lalunaraigeki said:

LaLuna was out one night when she saw someone bleed, left to dead. She rushed over to the dying man and saw the blood oozing out and gasped. She quickly worked her magic and the blood that was already spilled she used it to form a sort of blood clot so that they would heal. She paused herself when she felt a presence behind her.

“I see you’ve managed to undo the death I so desperately attempted to ensure.” Vlad stopped a few feet behind her, watching the mage sew life back into the man. He was familiar with other forms of healing, those that rejuvenated the body and breathed life where there had once been void.

This was different. He could sense the woman was actually making the blood coagulate under the influence of her magic. His gaze hardened, a flicker of curiosity threaded through his chest. He was familiar with Talon’s own form of slight hemomancy - but this was different. Talon seemed to be able to command the blood to continue to bleed out.. while this woman was able to cease it.

“..Do you have..” he began, an incredulous expression phasing across his face, “..a primary form of Hemomancy?” The sheer curiosity slightly lessened the annoyance at her saving the life of the man he had just tried to kill.