The Moon's Sight[Player Event]

[lemonke 6014]

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Lanky figures dressed in moon-colored robes of fine silk roamed throughout the queendom whose wield torches and mundane instruments to carve stones and the like for they were doing untold deeds; they were shattering doors of abandoned buildings to carve symbols of the moon and sun clashing against each other in a peaceful fashion. This peaceful fashion, however, was not included in what they were doing since they vandalized the entire kingdom to show off their mighty creed. Torches also burned certain wooden objects or houses under the veil of night and moonlight. Thus, the new way's influence spread loudly and violently -- it wasn't clear who these individuals were since they could be allies, enemies, or simply maddened crusaders. It may, however, be necessary for those of the aforementioned queendom to investigate.

 

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[Diogen 3729]

Queen Eira is too busy slumbering. For once, it is not her problem to deal with.

[Sewer_Rat 790]

A cloaked figure by the name Dhûkaat cackles somewhere in the distance, as he watched the event unfold from a safe distance, choosing to use the night, as a cover for himself,  as he hid from the things that were walking about, deciding not to interfere for the time being. However, eventually he would decide to make his way towards the queendom, to inspect the sigils that were inscribed.

[Morigung-oog 5697]

From the comfort of her home, Valindra scoffed at the depictions, nose wrinkling in disgust. "The sun and the moon? Who brings this Aengudaemonic nonsense into the home of the true path?" Stepping up to examine one such sigil, she spat on the ground beneath it. "I will catch whoever did this- such blatant disrespect to the Primeval ways cannot go unpunished."

[hotbox_monk 1049]

Verawynn looked out unto the expanse in which Serheim remained;  surmounted by none other for as far the eye could see.  She lofted a splaying palm outward unto the glass before her and leaned in slowly.  As she exhaled sharply onto its surface, a light fog plastered itself upon the pane.  As her digits curled, a single forefinger was all that remained and with it, she drew a tree.  The tree bore roots and foliage and a face upon its trunk.  The face was frowning.  
 

“Lurk without fear-  for I am the dark in which you cower from.”  She said with a high pitched heinous laugh.