Blackfeather Woods In the Shadow of the Moon (Pack Activity!)

AH! Big day! Potema, Cicero, and Damien are going to be accepted as full adult members of the pack, and a big promotion for Akela! This pack activity is mandatory (for ranking and favor with Burke and Meldresi and to get 20 EXP). This activity backdated to last night, the night of the super blood moon, and is located at Nightcaller Temple (northeast BFW, in the center of Wispmother's Grotto.

@Burke @Akela @Nemesis @Cicero @Damien @Adelina @Cyn @Abelinda (I am not sure if @Lusa @Grimnir @Peridot @Chevalier @Baldur will be able to come because of IC reasons, but tagging you regardless).

The next round will begin October 5th. There is no posting order, simply participate in each round.

Tonight was an important night, a special night. For tonight, the moon was larger than ever, the mocking laughter of that ancient king supposedly louder than other nights, but Mephala blessed them. Tonight, she knew that a special shroud would be drawn across the moon. Not black, but red as blood, as red as the Dark Brotherhood's mark. The magic of the earth was strong tonight, she could practically taste it on her tongue, feel it enveloping her like a shroud. Special spells could be performed tonight that would be rendered useless in others.

That is why she lumbered north from her den, Burke at her side, supporting her growing weight, a large bundle in her jaws. They stepped into the mist filled Grotto, the land silent except for their splashing steps as she saw the rocky spires grow closer and closer into her vision. The land dipped gently into a small hollow, the grass below their feet dry, impaled randomly with rocks leaning in wild directions. She passed them without giving them a glance, her eyes focused on the tall rock cleaved in half by the gods, creating an offering table that seemed too perfect for her.

The rock glowed blue and green in tendrils, similar to the glow of Mephala's Web. She stopped in front of it, her eyes flickering up to the top of the spire, then the sky above. The moon was nearly above them now; the eclipse would begin soon. She had to act in earnest.

The priestess unraveled her bundle, setting the stage for several events that would come to pass in this blood-stained night. She placed a few objects onto the table: a bone gnawed to a point, damp moss, chervile root, goosegrass, marigold, then stashed the rest away. That would be for later.

With her preparations complete, the heavily pregnant Queen, only a week away from giving birth, tipped her head back and let a sonorous howl exit her lips, calling her pack together for a special occasion. A night they would all remember.