dendirk - Profile (original) (raw)

The Coven of Dendirk ("Hidden Dagger") is situated in Nowheresville, CA. It's members are quite extraordinary, if I do say so meself. We meet to study, to practice and to create magick and other such workings. Currently, we walk our own path of Paganism.
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The trees which you walk through are tall and remind of you something between a jungle-type and forest-type. Taking a moment to rest, you lean against a tree and inhale, trying to forget about the fact that you just made a narrow escape with The Pirates. Examining the world around you further, you notice a very well camouflaged ladder leading up into the trees.

You smirk, finding what you were looking for - an Entrance.
You climb the ladder to the tree city where The Lost of Dendirk dwell.

If you are not a Dendirk: You frown quizzically at the rune talisman hanging from the tree branch in front of you. It's known as Isa and it means you're not welcome. Getting the hint, you leave and continue on your path.

If you are a Dendirk: You sigh and grin, feeling at home. You wander off to find your quarters, following runes and other secret directions you've left yourself. Your room is furnished to perfectly reflect you and you wander out to search around some more. Welcome home a little voice whispers in your mind. Once again, you feel connected to the group mind as you wear your talisman with the rune Wyn inscribed on the back.

You begin to communicate...
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We are many things, odd is definately one of them. Often times meetings can be founding going as such:

"Oi, I can't find me fish knife, what the fuck have I done..."
Clove tries to look inconspicuous.
"Clove? Is that my fugging fish knife?"
"No, it's me athame."
"No, it bloody well is not. It's my fish knife, you little twit!"
"But it's our athame!"
"You can't use a fish knife as an athame! It has guts on it and whatnot."
"I wiped 'erm off."
"On to what?"
"The Sacred Robe."
Silence.
"Oh, well. [in Fat Bastard voice] Isn't this magickal."

&etc.

[disclaimer: the fish knife is now flourishing as it learns the way of the athame. Every once in a while it tries to gut a candle, but other than that it's superb. A step up, really, I'd say.]