*A light wind breezes through the room, and the book of ages sheds it's veils of dust and web to begin it's ancient task anew.
Opening, it hums and glows....it's pages flipping and fluttering noiselessly in the increasing eldritch wind.....
The decision has been made!
Heed the words of the Tome, as it speaks into your hearts....
"Go forth proudly, younglings, unto your new Houses!"*
"Thee would ask to be Sorted, eh? Very well then, young travellers. Steel thyselves!"
*A light wind breezes through the room, and the book of ages sheds it's veils of dust and web to begin it's ancient task anew.
Opening, it hums and glows....it's pages flipping and fluttering noiselessly in the increasing eldritch wind.....
The decision has been made!
Heed the words of the Tome, as it speaks into your hearts....
"Go forth proudly unto your new Houses, young travellers....and be weary no more, !"*
"Band....wag....ony? The Tome knows not the meaning of this mortal utterance, youngling. It matters not! Your request shall be honored. Steel thyself!"
<< The great, dusty Tome is enveloped in a nimbus of luminous blue eldritch energy once
more.....it's pages flapping and shuffling in the strange, sourceless breeze.
The decision is made! >>
"Go now, young Blondie Bear....your new Brethren await....."
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