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THE GRAND MOOT


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[!] Scattered across the Wilds, within every known Druidic Circle, and across the capital city of Amathine and the Sanctum of Illivira, is the following missive.

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THE GRAND MOOT

The Druidic Order

A Call To All Servants of the Aspects

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To our Brothers and Sisters,

 

For too long have we been scattered amongst the Wilds; for too long do we wander alone, no longer leaning on our kin for aid nor freely sharing information amongst each other. The threat to the Balance has only grown in our time apart, and we suffer the consequences. No longer shall we be lone wolves, but attack as a pack. The time has come for us to step outside our tight-knit circles; the time has come to join under one Order once more. The time has come for a Grand Moot.

 

The leaders of our circles and beacons of wisdom know the way. Turn to them for the time and location of our meeting, and come be amongst your kin once more.

 

The Mother Circle, The Father Circle, The Sun Circle, The Glade of Hileia, The Harvest Grove, the circleless. We shall await your return.

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@TwilightWolf@MayRndz@HazelWazel@TakeMeToTheFae@BuffBadger@verriberri@Royal Peasant Wednesday, January 17th, 7 PM EST. Please reach out to the Archdruids of The Mother Circle, The Sun Circle, The Glade of Hileia, and The Father Circle for the location. The date, time, and location are only known by those told irp.

 

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The missive had been scattered to the Winds. It was only natural then that it's Vizier should find it first. The Purple clad Farfolk smiled with wicked glee The Druids are awake once more. Who will be strong enough to bind them to a common cause? Which of them will wield the wisdom necessary to secure their future? The stricken woman muttered a few Hakad proverbs in prayer for the Druids. 

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Yelfir groans stretching out his back offering a nod for his Brothers and Sisters. The Panther Druid of Old peers out from his sleeping spot "Maybe its time to come back? Its been so... Long, i'll have to help them. Ti that is the code" Yelfir wanders off to find the other Druids and hopes they will join once more and stop being scattered.

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Dolly would perk a brow as she unfurled the letter, her eyes quickly scanning over it's contents. "Seems interestin' enough." she would mutter to herself before leaving her office within the Harvest Grove to pack her travel bags.

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Fal'leon sits in the secure, hidden location of the Grand Moot, preemptively awaiting his brethren to arrive. "I pray uni'iy may finally r'turn tae our Order, aye Crowley?" The raven perching on a gnarled tree root simply caws in response, not exacting grasping what he's saying, with or without Beastspeak.

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The Bovine Druid was unable to attend this particular Grand Moot, as she'd stumbled upon a sight most peculiar... A lone cow in the forest. It was peculiar because it had no children, nor a mate. It was a solo cow chewing on some growing grass. She approached the cow gingerly, and laid a hand upon its hide.


It did not react in fear, no. It moved with a distinct grace and purpose, turning to face the blonde haired woman. This was no ordinary cow. No. It was a messenger from Cowrellious, Bovinous LORD of the GREAT GREEN PASTURE.

What Cowrellious had relayed by means of this humble cow was of grave importance. She became aware of the discussions at the Moot. The whisperings. The intensity. The consideration. The weight.

She would double her Druiding duties for the week in preparation.

 

"Cowrellious, guide me..."

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