[DRUIDIC ORDER] The Grand Moot

[NightOfTheWind 3226]

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Those with the status of Druid would find missives sent to them through a network of animals bringing forth a message, either to the individual or the aviary of a wider group. Each missive relays the same message, as seen below.

 

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The Grand Moot of the Druidic Order

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Greetings Brothers and Sisters of the Order,

 

As I am sure you have heard whispers of our fallen siblings and the grave tidings from the West, the time has come once again for us all to convene and discuss matters of great importance. The Wilds have been absent of our protection, outside of the matters we've been privy to, and therefore we must converge to trade information as well as bring forth matters that must be settled as soon as possible. There has been a great shift in our midst, and the time to reclaim our once-lost glory is upon us. In this, the Riptide Druid of the Sun Circle has been kind enough to offer us a space in the realm of men to meet. We will gather in less than a year's time, beneath the great Sun Tree of Aelwen.

 

Each Circle has been invited.

The Halflings of the Harvest Circle

The Sun Circle's Residents

The Keepers of the Glade of Hileia

The Oathsworn of the Mother Circle

The Druids within Norn Lands

The Green Knights of Idunia

And..

Any stray brother and sister wishing to seek guidance.

 

Any non-Druid will be turned away.

 

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OOC TIME:

Spoiler

The Moot will be in Aelwen.

West of the Northwest Passage

X: -1606      Z: -835

 

Date & Time

Thursday, March 26th.

 6:45 PM EST

 

 

 

 

[Chuuwys 502]

Suliin'yuln wipes her hands of any dirt from her gardening, digits still stained a deep ochre and cyan from having played small pranks with pigmented dyes. The song of a bird in the aviary is what calls her over, offering seeds for the bird's hard work. Unfurling the note, she smiles and nods with approval of something that had been a long time coming, and could not come soon enough.

 

She turns the page this way and that for the source of the author. Seeing none, she folds it puts it away. Prayers of Spring remain in her heart, but nothing can ever quite shake that cold distrust in the back of her mind.

Edited March 21 by Chuuwys

[Old-Rattlesnake 1534]

A very large and obese rattlesnake sifts through a pile of letters occasionally muttering 'bill' or 'tax papers'. Upon reaching the missive he stares at it a good while before tossing it into the bin, proclaiming it's 'probably a scam'.

[Hyperdron 355]

As promised, a certain 'ame carries forth a stack of missives themselves, disseminating the summons with clawed, gauntleted hands to all Siblings they cross paths with who had yet to receive the news. In places where it was deemed safe enough to roam without a helmet, those Siblings could be witness to the strange collection of expressions upon the 'ame's scales-laden face, however; for while the calling of this Grand Moot was a welcome development, and they too echoed it being imperative to attend, there was an all-too-familiar trepidation that had caught this one's thoughts.

 

What they had witnessed from the fae ring that night had brought them concern, despite their agreement with most of what was said. The way those words were spoken, the way those directives were made... the way that name was called. They had known one like this, from lifetimes ago.

 

At the very least, they will hope for this Grand Moot to end positively - just like that day they had stood beside their own siblings, beneath the boughs of the Memory Tree.