Re: Ancilia
Dalton smiled at Chandriss, with a not so pleasant gleam, "Oh, You'll see them, alright.
Everyone participates. Everyone gets the blessing and fortitude ... or they don't come with me into the Hidden Valley, see?"
It seemed that, while impressed with Chandriss' power, Dalton still considered himself the undisputed leader of this mission.
"Make Camp", he called out to the others, "We rise before the dawn to perform the ritual".
So it was that, pre-dawn, Dalton woke the company, and they came to him, and gathered around. It seemed that they all knew the ritual process, for they all fell into place around a particular alter-looking stone, that was covered in worn, weathered glyphs.
Space was made for Chandriss in this circle without being directed.
Whether Chandriss joined them, or not, the ritual began. Dalton lead the ritual, of course, while his companions began chanting a recurring and monotonous rhythm. It was an easy chant to pick up, and participate in ... and Chandriss easily sensed the magical binding it created between the participants. The chant was nothing more than a definition of willing participation; including those who sang, and leaving those who chose not to disassociated from the magic.
But Chandriss could see that Dalton knew the ritual well, and that he had a firm grasp of the occult.
He carefully sung an old Ancilian prayer known by the Surcessant Order.
He worked in a meticulous manner to place objects (that he now unpacked from a well-kept bag) on various ledges and locations about the shrine/stone.
It was Hedge Magic, at best; a basic ritual of faith. A folk magic that was so ingrained with cultural reality that it worked as much due to the belief as any other reason.
And it resonated with the land upon which they stood: Chandriss could feel it awakening stirring with the rhythm, strengthening the ancient ways.
It took, in fact, many hours to perform: and for those involved, it must have been boring as hell.
But stone sits, and witnesses, and is uninfluenced by the ages. And so the stone goddess, intently studying the ritual process, barely noticed the time go by.
And by the time the ritual was performed, Chandriss knew that she could perform the ritual herself. She could sense the arcane, eldritch effects, and how the belief and magic and faith swirled ... and she could lead that dance.
If she invoked her divinity, she could make it work within seconds. Otherwise, it would take much longer.
When it was done, the scout team seemed drained. But not tired. As though they had been travelling uneventfully for those hours. "We leave now", Dalton commanded.
The sun had risen upon them during the ritual, and now, with a bright new day ahead of them, Dalton wanted to make the most of the ritual (which Chandriss could sense would falter and fail with the night) and the sunlight.