The Onyx Pilgrimage

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The small outpost of Onyx had sat still over the warm summer months. The tall, sturdy cabins and warm dens in the earth covered in moss housed the few humble ‘Ker of clans Des’Nox, Uuthlini, Isilioleth, and Jusima. They had gathered here under Aztran’s warmth, taking in Freygoth’s bounty. Though as always the cold winds of the harvest season had slowly begun to creep into their wayward encampment. The heavy fog that rolled around their ankles each morning soon made way for the brisk frost. Their tufts of wheat that clung to their creek now tall and golden fell beneath crescent scythes polished to a bright sheen akin to the silver of the Moon Mother’s glow. Only to be tarnished red by the throats of their fattened livestock, soaking the earth in a crimson blessing that would bring the Spirits favor for a harvest just a bountiful next year.

Dak’ir as well as Daichia and the bulk of his clan Jusima had gone ahead of the rest of their spiritual kin to build what would be an everlasting sanctum of worship and safety to those who’d tread their Ancestors’ path. At the foothills of the northern end of the great mountain range the Primarch had led the fledgling clan to the abyss of their new home. Within this hollow they would cut their teeth as their Ancestors of old. Stone spires soon rose, warm and welcoming, and their dedication to the Spirits did as well. Shines to those they favored and to those they were thankful for. To the great Moon Mother they would they would make up their lost worship to. To the Gatekeeper they would pay their thanks for everlasting peace. And to their Ancestors they would always honor and remember. Soon other clans would follow and here on their Onyx Pilgrimage they would make a land most holy to tread upon.

 

 

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