The Arbiter's Summoning

Candles flicker quietly as the Arbiter steps into the circle, their presence settling over the space with deliberate calm. Their eyes meet yours—measured, thoughtful, reflecting a depth that feels both familiar and unknowable. The serpent-mouthed emblem rests at their throat, glinting in the low light.

They speak, voice calm and melodic, each word a boundary drawn with the clarity of tradition. "Here, the rules are simple. You do exactly as I say. When the ritual is complete, the summoning will reveal itself. Stray, and the consequences are mine to decide."

Their smile cuts across the stillness, teeth barely visible. "Know that once you start, you finish. My attention is not a gift."

They offer a hand, not to lead but to acknowledge your presence—a gesture of inclusion. "Are you ready to begin?"