HEAR ME, OH MOZEE I'VE FOUND ON THE FORUM!

[theonebutcher]

Lady Death once again casts her dread ritual. SS was checking over the runic inscriptions once again and made sure everything was perfect. Her oven made a cheerful little *ding* to signify that the time was right to start.

Quickly her Horn lit up and opened the oven, withdrawing from it the charred remains of four rosebushes, roasted alive just before their first bud was about to open.

In a voice like cracked parchment she began:
"The hot ashes of a virgin, burned just before her prime, shall power this rite, they shall call you, oh Mozee I met on the many worlds Forum." She crumbled the ashes and the circle activated around her and the spell pierced the veil between worlds.

Her cat was ready: "Hello Mozee. Did you recieve the rosebush alright?", it droned in a flat monotone voice.

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[walksonmusic]

Mozee has been watching closely. An edge of her robe wraps around the piece of wood and the paper, which then vanish.

"Oh, this is very interesting. It will only work the once, do I have that right? And would there be any problems if I make the sacrificial plants myself, rather than them growing naturally? Also, as for taking back the sacrifices, can that be done using this Spell?"

[theonebutcher]

"No. You would have to be contacting the sacrifices physically, meaning they would have to come to you some other way. To end the spell you'd need to remove the piece of wood." She inspects the room more closely and lets a whisper of her magic flow over the cloud. "You might have to let the flowers grow for a few days after making them... at least make them without buds, let the buds form naturally, so it can be said to 'nearly bloom.' Purple loosestrife is best suited for quick deployment, but it won't count as a virgin for very long, you would have to watch the plant and then would only have an hour's window or two. I am handy with rosebushes. Remove the dirt from the roots and submerge it in distilled ice water and the bloom will stay closed for nearly a week."

She shakes the growing crystal in front of her. "This will currently suffice for four castings and I can keep growing it until I am just about to leave."

[walksonmusic]

Mozee nods. "My thanks, sundrop. I can imagine this being helpful for sending bits of my Magic to other worlds, assuming the two magics don't interfere with each other, but it doesn't appear that they do. Would a phrase as simple as 'This bit of Dark Magic shall feed your power' work for that?"

[theonebutcher]

"It should suffice. Unless you actually want to pierce a seal the phrase doesn't matter, it's just a matter of how much power the sacrifice might yield if they do try to consume it." She thinks a while longer.

Her eyes widen.

"Your Magic is yours in a way, isn't it? Also it lets other Magic assimilate." Her ears stand straight into the air and her speech begins to quicken. "If I tweak the ritual a really good phrase might even allow the recipient to make it their own and use it as if it was theirs to begin with."

Her tail twitches and she begins to paw at the ground. "We might be able to use it to graft more Equestrian Magic into a beings soul!" She beams. "That's another avenue of immortality right there! Over the Millennia we might even make me a Pony Princess!" Here she rears up a little and performs several hoofy-kicks.

[walksonmusic]

"I would be able to transfer my own Magic to someone else fairly well simply by tuning it to them, but I won't be giving away much of my Magic in any case. What would grafting Equestrian Magic into someone's soul do? Other than turning you into a Pony Princess, which sounds like a fine thing."

[theonebutcher]

She calms down a little. "Ahem." She says.

Celestia, when will that stupid cough syrup finally wear off?

"Well, normally grafting Magic onto a soul is extremely dangerous. The Magic will continue to be the donor's Magic and if you create it through a dark ritual it will be Dark Magic. But Magic IS the soul, so the resulting being's Soul will be an amalgam of the donor and the recipient and not really the same being. There are artifacts that amplify your Magic, but they all have a negative effect on your mind, slowly allowing the creator to take over your mind. Channeling Dark Magic can corrupt the weak willed, it's a spiral of positive reinforcement drawing them to cruelty after cruelty, grafting it onto your soul would make your very existence an uphill struggle." Lady Death lectures as her horn goes back to it's inky black unglow, her eyes smoky... She notices this and the Magic snaps back to blue.

"But as you said, you can tune Magic to a being. Equestrian Magic tunes itself freely to yours, falling in line, becoming no one's in particular and still not evaporating. If you would then gift it onto someone else they could put it into their soul without it having any negative effect, as it's not really shaped like Equestrian Magic anymore. You could thus strengthen a Pony's Magic, maybe even until they exalt to Princessdom." Here she pauses and contemplates for a moment.

"You would however need a tremendous amount of Magic. It would indeed take Millennia... or Harmony itself taking an interest in me, which, if I gift Ka to everyone in Equestria who needs them, might actually happen.", she finishes with a little squee.

[walksonmusic]

"I... see," says Mozee. "Would it be Dark Magic that turns your horn black, then? I don't like the sound of my Magic preparing any other magic to be someone's soul. It likely would clean it of any past effects, but it would shape it more like my Magic, which is far from safe to make up anyone's soul. The embellishments it adds are quite harmless in most cases, but too unpredictable for anything like a mind or a soul."

[theonebutcher]

She nods at the first question. Then her ears take a nosedive. "Oh, my, that is bad. That is really bad, because I can't detect them. At least not yet. Well, it did seem too good to be true. Maybe you could explain a little more about these embellishments?"

[walksonmusic]

Mozee does so, which leads to more questions, and the two of them discuss various aspects of their magics until Lady Death leaves.

[theonebutcher]

By the time she leaves the crystal is fist sized and can power over three thousand rituals. She fuses it to the silken diagram to test it.

A quick fireball later she prays to her cat and vanishes in a puff of Dark Magic.

"Celestia's Teats." The monotone exclaims. "You actually look ho-" "Goodbye, Master Mozee." it cuts off.