The Ritual

Fuck. You really should've brought a jacket or something.

It's always so cold in this part of town- or, rather this part outside of town? Point is, you should've know to bring like, a blanket or something. Like Keith over there. Just look at that smug motherfucker, all swaddled up in his fraternity jacket.

"Hey." He says to you with the grin of a dope dealer. "Want some dope?" He offers you a reefer stick which is quickly slapped away by a taller and less happy guy.

He glares at Keith with daggers in his eyes. "Yo, quit it with the grass aight? I need y'all awake for this shit, can't have you white boys fucking up this invocation with them damn giggle-sticks."

Keith snickers and leans into the tall dark man "Giggle-sticks? What are you, 50 now?" He ignores the frat boy and looks to you. "Who's this?"

Oh! You guess you're part of this interaction now. You offer a hand and introduce yourself. He nods and gives a grin. "Ay, nice to meet you too. I'm Brutus. Welcome to the ritual." He says shaking your hand.

Brutus leads you and Keith deeper into the field where an abandoned parking lot rests. The wide open space is full of bowls, candles, strange sigils painted on the ground and... Is that? There's a goat. Some one's sitting on it. There's a massive goat so big that someone's riding it like a horse. It turns towards the three of you and the rider leans forward from between it's massive horns.

"Hey~ Look who joined the party." He leans down and says to the goat. "You hear that Dominiotous? The fags are here." The goat growls at him. You didn't even know goats could growl.

Brutus is unamused. "Man, get the fuck off that thing before it stomps yo ass." The goat baa's in what you think is agreement. You don't know why you think that but it seems fitting. The goat rider climbs down and side steps the goat's attempt to knock him with one of it's horns.

You're starting to notice that everyone here is dressed a certain way; Brutus, Keith, Goat-guy, and the dude setting up the sigils are all wearing some combination of red, white, and black. Man you really wish someone told you about the dress code before you got here. It's not like you Keith can just drive all the way back into town so that you can throw on a shirt or something- Gas is not cheap.

While you were getting anxious about the way you're dressed, Brutus started to argue with Goat-guy about where he got said goat and Keith is trying to feed the goat something he's most likely had in his pocket for the past few days. The dude setting up the ritual site is dressed in a large black cloak that obscures everything about him.

The vibes are off around that guy. You're not too keen on forcing social interactions but you're even less keen on interrupting them. The question comes to you in the form of a choice: