The underground chamber was dark and silent. Its well-worn floor was inscribed with unspeakable symbols. Guttering candles cast looming shadows on the walls. The seven persons present wore hooded gowns of unrelieved black that concealed all clues to their identity. They had worked long and arduous hours over many a night for this. Now their preparations were done. This was the hour. Time to summon forth an eldritch power from beyond the walls of what ordinary mortals call reality. The seven stood at their appointed places around the design on the floor. They raised their arms in supplication and began to chant. "Iä! Iä! Aillard!"
One of the seven lowered her arms and aimed an accusing gaze at their leader. "You're just making this up as you go along, aren't you?"
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