2019.03: Moot
| Moot | |
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| March 2019 Moot for Sept of the Enduring Spirit | |
| Players | Those performing the Moot Rite: Bryan Osborn, Journey, Ryla |
| Location | Caern Ampitheater |
| Prp/Tp | Monthly Moots |
| Spheres | Gaian Garou |
Moots are held on +bboard 79 as of June 2018. This is a compilation of the posts for March 2019.
The Fool
There is a buzz all around the Sept that is gathered in the Caern Amphitheater. So much talk of recent travels, the Legendary Realm being spoken of on many lips. The time draws near for the monthly Moot to begin, anticipation is high with what tales will be sung tonight, and what deeds will be reported. Out into the middle of the circle walks a petite woman, her blonde hair swept up in a French twist, black rimmed glasses on, and dressed impeccably well.
Eyes moving around as she takes in the crowd before a higher pitched voice speaks. “The litany says ‘The First Share of the Kill for the Greatest in Station’. Now I am all in favor of giving respect where it is due. Our Elders have bled and died for us to be here today. The question is, why should they get the first share?"
She begins to walk around the circle a bit, like a lawyer making her case to the jury. " The kill could be literally food, or money, or glory, or weapons, or whatever it is left at the end of the battle or quest. If they just sat back and told us what to do, watched from above, why should /we/ let them have the first and best share of it?"
The woman, this month's Fool holds up a hand in a fist, "Shouldn’t the warriors then that have bled, and done the hard dirty work get the first choice? They are the ones with the strength, not just physically, but of bravery to risk their lives for all of us. Letting them not get the first share is insulting.”
The young woman adjusts her glasses on her face and looks around to them all with a strong questioning look.
(Written by Ryla)
Opening Howl
The Master of the Howl should be entering the circle, but in her stead this month is a much taller man, with blonde hair appears. He has an easy going manner about him, and once at the center of the circle he raises a hand to quiet the crowd.
“Welcome everyone of the Sept of the Enduring Spirit. We gather to restore our totem for Bear, and to honor all that have come before us. Spirits, bear witness on this great night, as our Moot begins. Join in our ever widening circle!” He takes a slight step back and lets loose a loud Howl of greeting, throwing back his head, and gesturing for the crowd to join in.
He sees the young Cliath woman, The Fool for tonight waiting there, and holds up a hand. “Darlin', take a deep breath for me.” He breathes in, real deep through his nose, lets it out through his mouth. A wink to her and he begins again, his voice loud and ringing out through the Amphitheater. “Let us remember all who have fallen, keeping them alive in our memories, and in our hearts. Let their deeds and sacrifices keep us steadfast in our goals.” Names are read. Deeds remembered. Howls to remember and lift up ring out. After sharing of the renown earned by those of the Sept in the past month, the man turns to The Fool with a comical smile. “Now, where were we? Oh right -- the Litany.” He begins reciting the litany, and takes time with each one up until he gets to the part The Fool was questioning.
"Alright, new girl. Your turn. Let's take a look at this thing. The First Share of the Kill Goes to the Greatest of Station. For the wolves? Makes perfect sense. Their Alpha pair would need the strength from the kill for protecting the rest of the pack. . Applying that to Garou though, let's look at it this way. Have you ever been in an airplane?" He looks around to the audience and makes the gesture to go along with what he says next. "You know how when the stewardess is telling all about the masks and how they tell you to put yours on first? You know why? Because if you don't help yourself, you sure as hell can't help anyone else because you’re gasping for breath and turning purple and the little gremlins on the wing are going to go after the weakest first." He points out like he is pointing out a window at the gremlin. "But you put that thing on YOU, because you’re the one in charge, and you can get all your loved ones safe too.
They fought and bled for us all when they were younger and proving themselves. They should be the ones who decide who gets what. And having dibs on the stuff doesn't mean they will take it. A wise Elder will often give up his share to someone else who needs it more." He pauses for a moment, pacing a step or two. "I mean, consider if Mr. Ahroun jumps in and takes the Klaive, when he already has one, but he gets the first pick because he made the most kills. If the one of the Greatest Station were to have first pick, MAYBE he’ll be an asshole, or maybe he knows enough about all this stuff to hand it out to someone who needs it.”
Bryan nods once, then grins. “Okay. Check it out, June Breeze, Ragabash Child of Gaia, yoinked a Fetish off a Dancer, pocketed it, told no one.. la la la.. that Fetish corrupted her, and she Danced inside of a year. True story, Louisiana, Sept of the Placid Wave, Mid seventies. Not always just about a gimmie. We’re not like seagulls, screaming Mine Mine MINE! We need to have faith in those who have come before us and earned the respect and station due to them. Because sometimes they know a LITTLE better than you do.” He looks back to the one he’s mentally named ‘New Girl’ and grins. “Any questions?”
The woman replies back to him, adjusting her glasses as she does, “With all of those facts and insights, I cannot see why anyone would question it further, unless they were jealous, or their own hubris was taking over. I have heard about that before, in particular with a kinmagi. I appear to have been set straight. Hopefully the rest of us have learned as well.”
The rest of the litany is then recited, and the pair exit the circle as the Inner Sky is about to begin.
(Written by Bryan Osborn and Ryla)
The Inner Sky
As the Echoing of the opening howl fades, Bane-Breaker moves, clothed in the deep brown cloak displaying the symbols of Bear. Moving with walking stick topped with a beehive husk sanctified by the Caern Spirit.
When Bane-Breaker speaks, her voice is low, but carries to all ears.
"Here is Winter, the time of all stillness, the time of cold, the time of deep deep peace."
In the area, snow begins falling from nowhere, the spirits of air chilling, breath frosting all around, the Spirits coming to the call of the Elder Theurge.
"For Bear, this is a time of sleep, of Dreams, of Communion with Gaia. A holy state. Sleep, healing, renewal, and sometimes, even new life sparks in these dark cold times. New life that grows in the deep peace. Growing stronger, waiting for the future, waiting for the Spring to come to bring that life."
In the air, a growing sound, a deep, massive breathing, slow and steady, immense powerful lungs breathing evenly. Raising the staff, voice growing The Elder moves around the area, calling to the Garou, encouraging.
"Join me, Join the Dream Bear has, bring yourselves to Bears Dream and lift voice and spirit and call out to the Dreams of Bear and the new life coming. Let Bear hear us from sleep, keeping our faithful watch!"
Sweeping into Crinos, the Elder calls forth into the air, joining the Garou as the air shimmers with the presence of the spirits reverberating as into the howls and calls are chanted the Totems of the Sept, individual Spirits of honor, singing of the blessings of the Spirits and the bonds between Spirit and Garou.
(Written by Journey)
Cracking the Bone
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Stories and Songs
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