Blackfeather Woods the final pluck of their misguided heartstrings
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Takes place the evening of June 30, 2017.

Happy National Meteor Watch Day, Blackfeather Woods!

The end of the month was marked by what felt like a particularly early sunset. The sun seemed in a hurry to dip below the horizon, leaving in its wake a brilliant green flash, quick as an errant thought. The cloudless summer sky was a swirl of purples and blues; and when the waxing gibbous moon tiptoed up through the tenebrae, her light shone especially brightly.

Though the moon was still about a week shy of her full illumination, her unnatural luminescence and the pale cyan halo that appeared around her made it seem that she’d skipped ahead in the lunar cycle. Moondogs glimmered to life like a pair of symmetrical parentheses — and then, in scant trickles at first, the stars began to dance across the sky.

They came in ones and twos — trios and quartets, quintets and sextets — and then they lanced the darkness in the tens and twenties, filling the balmy summer night with kaleidoscopic light. The stelliferous light show was bound to last for a few days at least, but this was its brightest hour.
The dark, foreboding fortress of trees could not be fully illuminated; indeed, it seemed to swallow the light that arced overhead. The scintillating flickers that could penetrate the forest’s thick canopy were prismatic and eerie, dancing with the corpse lights of the Wispmother Grotto. At its center, the Nightcaller Temple was particularly breathtaking; the tombstone-like shapes that littered it were limned in silver light, as was the tall rock formation at its center. At times, stars seemed to disappear into the carvenstone bowl, alighting upon the rust-red stains of sacrifices past.

The otherworldly light show was perhaps most vivid in the Redgrove at the heart of the woods where the foliage was less dense, but not even the darkest reaches of the wood were untouched by the glittering natural phenomenon of the meteor shower.

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The witch woke, having felt a tingle in her spine sometime in her sleep. As she stepped over her children, she accidentally nudged a few, her paws brushing past @Koume and @Vaati. From the Glen she could catch a glimpse of the twinkle in the night sky, but the air's sudden heaviness sent her to the Temple.

As the sky was freed from the Woods' dark grip, she could see the streaks of light in the sky. Stars, dancing, racing through the sky. The woman gasped, her ears slicking back. While some might behold this with majesty, she felt only fear. She had grown up with stories of the stars and the moon alongside her brothers @Damien and @Cicero; how they were the souls of those who escaped the Dark Brotherhood's grip, ascended into the sky to mock them for the rest of their days. Potema sucked in her breath, wondering what this mad dance meant. Was it further mockery for the branch's descent? Who had sent it? Meridia? Azura? Kynareth?

She struggled to grasp the meaning behind it, only feeling indignation and frustration instead of marvelling at the phenomenon above her, brightening the sky with silver rather than letting the darkness reign. She bared her teeth at the sky, cursing whatever gods she could, muttering prayers that Mephala, Nocturnal, anyone fight against this assault upon their domain.
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The whole of his body tenses as the sky falls upon them, shattering against the earth below in waves of downpour. His mother rises, and so does he, peaking beary eyes out of the warmth of his den to shards of the atmpsohere above, hailing down upon them in a fury of the Gods. He wonders what deity could have sent such an army and why... a punishment sent to the mortals below? He is unafraid, if it is the will of the way, he welcomes such penalty to desecrate the ground of his home, to strike down those who have brought upon them such a hieneous trial. His mind in turn drifts to @Kahlil and @Aries; imposters, stains to what would be the legacy of the Night Mother and in righteous turn does he believe the disaster to be the work of Sithis, reprimanding the actions of the acclaimed Speaker and disallowing the presence of the unpure blood. Clavicus cannot contain the wicked cackles that rack his body, acknowledging the sign the dark lords have bestwowed upon him, encouraging his work of riddling out the liars from the deserving. They have blessed his path, raining down their own fury in example of the destruction he must cause to start again. To wipe the filth from the earth to start anew. It is his purpose, and regardless of the blood he must spill, Clavicus will make the will of his Gods known. He looks to the sky as the seed of an idea is implanted into the depths of his cognitive mind, its roots spreading in seconds to every step he will make, path he will take; Blackfeather Woods will be born again, and he will make it so.
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She jerked, turning to the cackles behind her. Her anger at the spirits was dispelled, and shock took over. She thought, for a moment, that it was Sheogorath — the flesh one, or perhaps even the Daedric Prince himself — but it was her son instead, but that didn't even help much with her surprise. Vaati! She snaps, her fright leaking into her voice.