Thread: The moot begins (ww: All!)

((This is the phase of the Opening Howl, feel free so speak and role-play as you would desire through the day leading up to and during the Rite - whether your character is having a conversation or slamming down the provided mead -- this is the kick off of the Moot so have a blast and get involved! We will post the next phase, the Inner Sky, in a few hours but we want to give you all an opportunity to enjoy each part of the Moot!))


During the day of the Moot the Fianna have been extremely busy preparing. They have set up and tended several bonfires and rolled out massive oak barrels of mead for general consumption, inviting all the Sept to partake and drink at will.

As the day goes on and Helios slowly sails across the sky, destined for the horizon, the excitement and energy of the Moot to come is tangible - vibrating on the air like a subtle current of buzzing electricity. While the skies shift from blue to orange violet to red the conversations around the Caern pick up in volume and verve, and large platters of cooked and uncooked meats are brought out aside large bowls of various fruits.

Slowly, the sky turns the darker shades of blue. Luna's silhouette begins to come into view, full and furious, like the Ahrouns that were born to the sight of Her. As the last rays of Helios' radiance are subtly ushered away by the darkness of the night sky, the stars sparkle in to sight - Ashalyn stands at the fire at the center of the Caern. The other officers of the Moot - Tala, Donovan, Claudia, Dietrich, Aelofin, Cameron, Zole, and Jonah - stand next to him each carrying a pair of torches, and in one single moment a powerful wind blows through the Caern and each of the burning fires are simultaneously vanishes and are snuffed.

The Caern is now dark, save for the brilliance of full Luna above, and there is a hushed silence as the Rite begins. By the silver light of Luna, Ashalyn reaches out his hand above the center fire, and as he does the fire itself suddenly comes alive, a powerful pillar symbolizing fiery rebirth. The other officers then lower their torches to the center flame and carry them to the smaller bonfires that were put out - igniting them again in an orange glow to warm the gathered Garou.

As eyes adjust to the new light all of the Moot, officers smile to their brethren; the excitement of the rite, having now begun, is uncontainable. The Full Moon seems enormous as it hangs over the Caern, as if Luna herself had come down from her lofty, star-covered veranda to observe her children and celebrate with them.

Suddenly, Ashalyn shifts into his auburn Crinos form, covered in beads and woad and his fetish tattoos glowing in a soft silver light - he visibly draws in a massive breath and looks up to Luna, his eyes filled with rage, pride and glory, then unleashes an overpoweringly loud howl and cry that can be felt on the flesh and in the hearts of his Septmates.

A Howl that signifies rebirth of a new season, of a new Caern, of new packs and new hopes! A howl that pronounces the victory of the Garou over the Wyrm and their tenacity that they would not back down, and that another place of Gaia has awoken and is defended by the free, the fearless, and the mighty!

The moment now comes for you to join in the howl! To unleash the defiance and rage and pent up emotion and frustration and pronounce it to Luna, to Gaia, and all of the world that YOU ARE HERE, AND YOU WILL NOT BACK DOWN FOR ANYTHING!!