In Lucem

[Sale Bête]

 

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The little camp in the Shadowlands still stands. A Wolf and other denizens tend the fire. Mutterings of a more permanent structure to stand on the grounds. Coins changing hands with masons. Some tents have been seen to leave, to rise, to change. Its population waxes and wanes, but it remains standing.

  

Standing stones are carved and placed around the perimeter, lined with runes. They draw in some strange power from the environs - waiting, watching to keep a silent vigil on the woods all around. Until the time is right.

  

The words from the Wolf of this glade are few this time:

  

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"Three Unbound."

  

"Now let it be Four."

  

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There is work to be done. Preparations for a rite of some kind are underway. A gathering among the dark boughs.

  

(The Shadowlands camp and its denizens are located at 934, 359)
(Tentatively set for 4 PM CST/5 PM EST)