2020.11.15 Reporting to the Elder
| Reporting to the Elder | |
|---|---|
| Delivering a report on Abundant Waters | |
| IC Date | 15th November, 2020 |
| IC Time | When the sun was up! |
| Players | Royan, Journey |
| Location | The Forest Caern |
| Prp/Tp | Abundant Waters |
| Spheres | Gaian |
| Theme Song | - |
Journey is sitting at a firepit watching as several wolves run around and lick and pounce and give play bows to his little son, Stephen, playing with the wolves.
The shortest trip ever. To Florida and back in just a day. Has to be a new record. At least the Corax did not act stupid, opening a Moon Bridge within the Septs Bawn. That would have been exceedingly dumb! Local patrols might have noted, though, if they were near it, that such a thing did open up outside of the septs Bawn and that a single black raven flew out with a black spider on its back. But that would be for later, when such things filter down to the local Elder council. For now, that very Corax arrives at the Caern. He comes in via the crevices in the caves roof, crawling his way in through them via the same way the small birds arrive. Once arrived, he lets himself drop a bit until his wings spread and he gains wind under them. He then slowly circles downwards. As he does, he lets out his usual loud Kraaa! to announce his presence to the inhabitants. Lower and lower he goes, until he finds a tree to land in.
Journey takes an offered cup of coffee, and looks up as the wolves 'maul' the young boy, giggles from the furpile. Journey looks up at the Corax coming in and waves the cup in greeting.
Sitting still a few moments, the Corax goes about preening his feathers. He lets out another light kraaa which ends in a strange trilling sound and a few waak waaak sounds. A final click of his beak is given before the bird hops along the branch, further out on it. He then leaves it, spreading his wings and sailing down until he *gasp!* lands on the ground! He never lands on the ground. But he does now, in front of Journey, "Shaderunner of the Silent Strider wolves. I come with news and I come with information. I was asked to peer into the lands of the wolves in the east and now I have information."
Journey pauses before taking a sip of his cup, "To the- Abundant Waters?" He nods, "The Sept of Gator in the swamplands, fallen tot he Spirals?" He gesutres for the Corax to continue.
The raven gives out a clicking sound to this, then turning his head this way and that. He hops along a bit, finding a rock or something to flap upon; it feels better than actually being on ground. Seems the bird has an aversion to dirt under his claws! "Yes, to that place. It is truly fallen. Algae, green and rotten, grows all over the place. The corpses of the fallen litter the grounds under the buildings, gnawed clean in some cases and left to rot in others. The Fallen offer sacrifice to a corrupted Gator whom eats on his own children. Trust not the Alligators in the Swamps, for he would have corrupted them all." he pauses, "There are still people there, but they are dying. Decaying and, I think, being eaten in turn. Nine, I saw, of the Fallen. Their leader a large one with spiral patterns upon the body. At least two more in a boat out in the swamps, on patrol. The Spirit is full of banes, seeping the swamps with their vile essences."
Journey nods, listening, sipping coffee through the gory points recounted, "Was Gator feeding willingly on his own children or was the feeding forced?"
"The alligator they sacrificed to Gator, seemed to have been willingly accepted. If Gator was once unwilling, he no longer seems to be so. I shall describe to you what I saw of Gator.." and to this the raven goes into a paraphrased description: "A massive alligator, Gator, is sprawled near the base of the totem, feasting on the remain of the offering of it's own Child. Once a proud distillation of the species, it, too, grows warped and twisted. Scutes are elongated into a trail of sharp spines, claws and teeth lengthened to frightful sizes. The eyes seem blinded, clouded over, but it has no trouble 'seeing'." This said, the raven speaks, "I stole a small item from the area. I took the forgotten from them; they will not miss it. I am not sure if it will help, but it might.. it is an item that comes from their hellish land. I do not have it with me. I would not bring it to this sacred place. But it is not far." he silences, "I can also draw a complete map for you. I got a very good look from above. The layout of the buildings. The land itself, how it appears now."
Journey lowers the metal cup, listening a 'Ping' sound coming from the cup as Journey looks at it, dumping out the coffee and pushing the metal handle back into place, "Damn, then THAT Gator is lost, and the Caern cannot be righted." He nods, "Zoe Killigrew sent you on this task? Make your map, finalize your report and an deliver this to those making the preperations."
The raven bends his head down and back a bit, poking his beak into his feathers. He snaps it back though, soon enough, eyes peering over to Journey, "It shall be done." he pauses, "What of the item taken? Will it be of any use? If not, then I shall Cleanse it and deliver it to the Kinfolk that hailed from the area." he pauses, "I will draw up the map and have it delivered to you."
Journey considers, "Nine Spirals, two on Patrol, eleven total." He tilts his head from side to side, "Banes and Aligator corruption local.." Thoughtful tallys in his head as he looks up, "What exactly is the Item you took? Detail it and the circumstance of taking, it might be useful as a spatial anchor."
The raven lets out a light kraa, "It is an earring, taken from the main hut in the middle of the Sept. Stolen from right under the eyes of the Nine. It is made out of a blue stonebead. It was not in use when it was taken, its owner most likely dead. But the earring should have a double, still within the Sept."
Journey lifts a brow high enough his head tilts in that direction and half his mouth lifts in a smirk, "Good pull, indeed, yes, cleanse it and deliver it to Zoe, see if she recognizes it."
Common Raven, always the useful little thief! Hold on to your Fetishes and valuables! The bird lets out a kraa, lowering his head slowly to tap his beak against the rock three times, "It shall be done. If you plan an attack on the site, and I have not left the area.. call upon me. I shall fly point for your War Wolves and aid your struggle. I go now to draw up the map. I shall return soon." and with that, the raven spreads his wings and takes flight, gaining altitude fast as he heads for the above cracks on the caves roof. It really has to be a struggle to go through those, but he seems to have learned how.
Journey nods, "Consult with Zoes crew, and see how the planning goes with your pieces of the puzzle provided." He says, and nods, "Be well."
