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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Rain patters gently through the trees, but it has not dampened the spirits of the beings gathering in the little clearing deep in the forest. A plethora of beings of all shapes and sizes are mingling with one another in the light of warm, crystal lamps that fill the clearing with light. It is easy to spot members of the actual inviting group, since they all wear similar loose robes and cloth masks over the lower half of their faces. Something about remembering the silence of their forbears or something like that.<br> <br>Lucas found himself cautious, but curious about the flier he found. The thought of returning to nature piquing his curiousity, though the location seemed perilious. He invited his brother to join just in case, along with some equipment he had picked up as a precaution for his impending job with Pontius good. A cape draped around his shoulders, armor tucked in underneath his clothes, a cane in hand with a concealed weapon. He was ready, but optimistic, hoping something good would come of this visit. As he arrived at the clearing he stopped, raising an eyebrow at the beings in their robes and masks.<br> <br>A being in a magnificent suit of armor that covers their whole body is making their way to the strange meeting, intended on observing it for now. Not an inch of skin or fur is visible under the richly decorated metal of the full plate they are wearing. The white armor even has what must be decorative wings on its back. They walk slowly to the gathering and look around as they reach it, assuming a firm stance and crossing their arms before their chest as they wait for whatever is supposed to happen to happen.<br> <br>Shliek scampers into the clearing. He is clearly wearing some insulated clothing, the reptile clearly not too happy about the cold temperature. He's got a hood covering his eyes, though his snout sticks out, and a scarf around his neck. All of his clothing is drab and colored brown, grey or black. Though not actively hiding he also does not make an effort to be seen, stayng just outside of the light aura of the lanterns.<br> <br>Tezky sticks next to his brother, not minding the rain whatsoever as an otter. He wasn't totally big on cults in the woods at night, but he couldn't let his brother go alone and, if truth be told, he was interested in what exactly returning to nature meant. He did enjoy camping sometimes, but civilization had all the good food. The otter wears a clay orange shirt and a bandana with the Heavy emblem. A thick tool belt is around his rather large waist, bearing a smithing hammer and wallet, etc.<br> <br>Siyu is driven, by a cart, it has been a long time since he returned to the lands of the Sweetwater, and to the city of Promise, a long time indeed. He has a cart, full of goods, rich spice and interesting things. He has been away traveling, he needed to get away. The hustle the bustle, the loss, he just wanted to leave and express what he was originally, and still was at heart, a merchant. So it is that merchant, from the distant deserts, who finds himself upon a rainy gathering, with a covered wagon. He blinks very lightly and stands. He is short, only 3 foot 10, dressed in leathers for riding, an oil cloak, and a wide brimmed hat. He has long flowing black hair, he's let it grown longer and longer as he traveled, down to his knees now. His frame exotic, with wide hips, a pretty face, strong muscled legs, an interesting creature, "Hello the camp?" he calls out in a smooth voice. Perhaps unaware he stumbled upon a meeting of one thing, or another.<br> <br>Mazurek has not been seen in quite some time. The Dragon has been living in the ocean for quite a number of months, his draconic abilities allowing him to survive with ease. Living on fish and kelp and whatever else provided sustenance down there, he had chosen to go for a flight for the first time in a while, though he did need to rest from time to time to recharge his power reserves. The gathering down in the forest attracts his attention after a couple of hours and his curiosity gets the better of him, flying down toward the clearing. He was growing tired by then, his magics starting to fail him completely. He lands just inside the firelight, dark body completely uncovered except for a loincloth.<br> <br>A snow leopard is already casually intermingling with the crowd, having arrived at the gathering much beforehand the others. They're dressed casually, perhaps wearing folded over pants this time in the day due to the combination of wind and water from the sky. Nothing extravagant. At the arrival of a few, familiar beings, she manages to work her way out of the primary throng of people to where the entry road is, leaning against a tree at the edge of the clearing is. "Hey, hey."<br> <br>Jera is at home in the trees, in the rain. The kit fox keeping his hood over his eyes as he enters, watching silently from the side. A bow remains sttapped behind his back. He waits to figure out what is going on.<br> <br>"Welcome! Welcome!" calls a large being, his face covered and his voice rough, "Brothers and sisters! We have the pleasure of entertaining so many guests tonight! We are fortunate indeed!" And it is true. There are quite a few people not in the uniform of the group here. The robed figures make up about 1/3 of the crowd. |
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| + | "We are gathered to celebrate the natural world and the natural order!" the speaker continues from behind his mask. The worshippers start to gather closer to the speaker where he stands on one side of the clearing. "We remember our ancestors!" the speaker calls out, "The noble, silent beasts from whom we spring!" | ||
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| + | There is a murmur of agreement and assent from the other masked figures. Yep. Bunch of oddballs.<br> <br>Lucas crooks up an eyebrow at the large hooded man. They seemed harmless enough, even if they did seem a tad off, but he held the handle of his cane tight as he walked closer, urging his brother forward. He smiled at Cirrus and walked up to her. "Hey there Cirrus, fancy meeting you hear. You know anything about these guys? I saw their flier at the inn and got curious but..." He looks at the large man. "I'm starting to think they might be off the deepend here."<br> <br>The armored being tilts their head slightly and rolls their eyes inside their helmet. They are leaning on a tree, a bit on the side but close enough to listen to these whackos going on about their thing. Sure they seem harmless, but you can never be to careful with what is clearly some form of cult.<br> <br>Shliek takes this moment as the leader begins to speak to try and climb a nearby tree so he can get a better vantage to watch and listen as all of the taller folks start to crowd in. <br> <br>Tezky sticks close to the smaller otter, whether that's if he felt the need to provide protection or that he felt the smaller otter would provide such as unknown. He watches as various beings arrive, surprised that one was actually taller than him. "Hey Cirrus. Guess you were curious too?" He watches as the large being starts talking, wondering when they would elaborate a bit more.<br> <br>Siyu ehs very lightly, "Oh...it's a religious meeting..." he says with a faint little tisk, and he adjusts his hat, letting the rain fall off of it, he's already moved on in his mind, not really interested in whatever they were peddling. | ||
Revision as of 03:35, 7 February 2016
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6/2/479
Log
Rain patters gently through the trees, but it has not dampened the spirits of the beings gathering in the little clearing deep in the forest. A plethora of beings of all shapes and sizes are mingling with one another in the light of warm, crystal lamps that fill the clearing with light. It is easy to spot members of the actual inviting group, since they all wear similar loose robes and cloth masks over the lower half of their faces. Something about remembering the silence of their forbears or something like that.
Lucas found himself cautious, but curious about the flier he found. The thought of returning to nature piquing his curiousity, though the location seemed perilious. He invited his brother to join just in case, along with some equipment he had picked up as a precaution for his impending job with Pontius good. A cape draped around his shoulders, armor tucked in underneath his clothes, a cane in hand with a concealed weapon. He was ready, but optimistic, hoping something good would come of this visit. As he arrived at the clearing he stopped, raising an eyebrow at the beings in their robes and masks.
A being in a magnificent suit of armor that covers their whole body is making their way to the strange meeting, intended on observing it for now. Not an inch of skin or fur is visible under the richly decorated metal of the full plate they are wearing. The white armor even has what must be decorative wings on its back. They walk slowly to the gathering and look around as they reach it, assuming a firm stance and crossing their arms before their chest as they wait for whatever is supposed to happen to happen.
Shliek scampers into the clearing. He is clearly wearing some insulated clothing, the reptile clearly not too happy about the cold temperature. He's got a hood covering his eyes, though his snout sticks out, and a scarf around his neck. All of his clothing is drab and colored brown, grey or black. Though not actively hiding he also does not make an effort to be seen, stayng just outside of the light aura of the lanterns.
Tezky sticks next to his brother, not minding the rain whatsoever as an otter. He wasn't totally big on cults in the woods at night, but he couldn't let his brother go alone and, if truth be told, he was interested in what exactly returning to nature meant. He did enjoy camping sometimes, but civilization had all the good food. The otter wears a clay orange shirt and a bandana with the Heavy emblem. A thick tool belt is around his rather large waist, bearing a smithing hammer and wallet, etc.
Siyu is driven, by a cart, it has been a long time since he returned to the lands of the Sweetwater, and to the city of Promise, a long time indeed. He has a cart, full of goods, rich spice and interesting things. He has been away traveling, he needed to get away. The hustle the bustle, the loss, he just wanted to leave and express what he was originally, and still was at heart, a merchant. So it is that merchant, from the distant deserts, who finds himself upon a rainy gathering, with a covered wagon. He blinks very lightly and stands. He is short, only 3 foot 10, dressed in leathers for riding, an oil cloak, and a wide brimmed hat. He has long flowing black hair, he's let it grown longer and longer as he traveled, down to his knees now. His frame exotic, with wide hips, a pretty face, strong muscled legs, an interesting creature, "Hello the camp?" he calls out in a smooth voice. Perhaps unaware he stumbled upon a meeting of one thing, or another.
Mazurek has not been seen in quite some time. The Dragon has been living in the ocean for quite a number of months, his draconic abilities allowing him to survive with ease. Living on fish and kelp and whatever else provided sustenance down there, he had chosen to go for a flight for the first time in a while, though he did need to rest from time to time to recharge his power reserves. The gathering down in the forest attracts his attention after a couple of hours and his curiosity gets the better of him, flying down toward the clearing. He was growing tired by then, his magics starting to fail him completely. He lands just inside the firelight, dark body completely uncovered except for a loincloth.
A snow leopard is already casually intermingling with the crowd, having arrived at the gathering much beforehand the others. They're dressed casually, perhaps wearing folded over pants this time in the day due to the combination of wind and water from the sky. Nothing extravagant. At the arrival of a few, familiar beings, she manages to work her way out of the primary throng of people to where the entry road is, leaning against a tree at the edge of the clearing is. "Hey, hey."
Jera is at home in the trees, in the rain. The kit fox keeping his hood over his eyes as he enters, watching silently from the side. A bow remains sttapped behind his back. He waits to figure out what is going on.
"Welcome! Welcome!" calls a large being, his face covered and his voice rough, "Brothers and sisters! We have the pleasure of entertaining so many guests tonight! We are fortunate indeed!" And it is true. There are quite a few people not in the uniform of the group here. The robed figures make up about 1/3 of the crowd.
"We are gathered to celebrate the natural world and the natural order!" the speaker continues from behind his mask. The worshippers start to gather closer to the speaker where he stands on one side of the clearing. "We remember our ancestors!" the speaker calls out, "The noble, silent beasts from whom we spring!"
There is a murmur of agreement and assent from the other masked figures. Yep. Bunch of oddballs.
Lucas crooks up an eyebrow at the large hooded man. They seemed harmless enough, even if they did seem a tad off, but he held the handle of his cane tight as he walked closer, urging his brother forward. He smiled at Cirrus and walked up to her. "Hey there Cirrus, fancy meeting you hear. You know anything about these guys? I saw their flier at the inn and got curious but..." He looks at the large man. "I'm starting to think they might be off the deepend here."
The armored being tilts their head slightly and rolls their eyes inside their helmet. They are leaning on a tree, a bit on the side but close enough to listen to these whackos going on about their thing. Sure they seem harmless, but you can never be to careful with what is clearly some form of cult.
Shliek takes this moment as the leader begins to speak to try and climb a nearby tree so he can get a better vantage to watch and listen as all of the taller folks start to crowd in.
Tezky sticks close to the smaller otter, whether that's if he felt the need to provide protection or that he felt the smaller otter would provide such as unknown. He watches as various beings arrive, surprised that one was actually taller than him. "Hey Cirrus. Guess you were curious too?" He watches as the large being starts talking, wondering when they would elaborate a bit more.
Siyu ehs very lightly, "Oh...it's a religious meeting..." he says with a faint little tisk, and he adjusts his hat, letting the rain fall off of it, he's already moved on in his mind, not really interested in whatever they were peddling.
