Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160910210542/@comment-28358106-20160919211412

She gives Los a long look. Her voice is quiet.

"Of that, Mr. Hominiac, I have no doubt."

She places her bloody hand on the parchment. Violet flames leap up from the outline of her hand, and red smoke curls up to the ceiling. She lifts her hand to reveal her handprint now burned into the archment, outlined in arcane runes. Oddly, her hands are no longer bloody.

She looks to Los, no longer smiling. "And so we reach the contractual part of our discussion. Cire Hominiac, do you swear upon this contract to use the magic resources within this city for the sake of true love, as defined by your very words these last few moments, the breaking of which will result in such privileges being irreversibly revoked for all eternity?  Should you agree, this contract will be bound to your soul, and as long as true love is what guides your soul, nothing may break it.  This contract binds you to the histories, both seen and unseen, of the one whose love to which you profess."

She looks him in the eye.

"To this do you agree?"