The child was forced to kneel over the bowl, his hands bound behind his back as the blond elven woman held the ceremonial dagger against his throat. He whimpered cries about wanting to go home or some pathetic simpering like that. Dracina didn't really care, so she tuned it out with her own arcane incantations.

The dark words echoed throughout the chamber which was located within the heart of Bosartig Manor. Despite her exposure of her identity during the attack on Ebon Ilnaren, there was little notice or attention gained from the city authorities. That was fortunate, it meant word of her activities that day hadn't spread far yet. Eventually, though, more of Bhaal's enemies would be aware of who she was. She kept her home's wards frequently updated for that reason.

Eventually her voice reached a crescendo, hollering the last words of her incantation and with a swift jerk of her hand, cut the child's throat to spill his blood into the bowl. The child squealed for a while, and then choked to death on his own vitae. Blood gradually stopped draining out of the gaping wound in his throat and Dracina shoved his corpse aside while the summoning spell worked its power as its dark, fell energies gathered from the its red essence.

It built into a massive pulse that traveled with a thunderous bang for miles outward; it called those like Dracina, whom served the dark god Bhaal. Long silent, long dormant, it was time to carry out their mission of murder at last. It was time to bring Rhy'Din down into fell ruin and destroy their enemies once and for all.

The pulse carried Dracina's soft, seductive words, "Come to me, my dears. Come to me. The Queen of Spades calls."