MINI EVENT: BAD MOON RISING

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BAD WOLF

Content Warning: Werewolves and werewolf-related violence.

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WITCHING HOUR

Time passes oddly in this realm. Surely you've seen it by now. Looking to the sky grants different views and moons every night, almost disconnected. The weather is impossible to predict when the clouds don't truly matter. All you have to rely on is that a day and night cycle exists and even then... ... Well. Surely it doesn't matter. Right? (Or does it?) But perhaps more importantly is that tonight, the night is clear and crisp. The flowers in the grove face the moon almost like reverent followers to a preacher. And should you follow their open gaze, you will see that the moon is bright and full and red.

Rusty whines and the Trader has drawn her stall in, and even the sleepy turtle she rides is more alert. The Shopkeeper hisses quietly to himself, barring the windows slowly- and if you're close by, he tells you that it'd be best you do the same. He dares not close the door yet though- just in case someone needs the shelter.

A howl pierces the sky, and it's quickly joined by others, echoing through the woods. The crunch of leaves and sticks and roots breaking under hulking steps makes a presence known- and white, frenzied eyes can be seen in the shadows. Not just one pair- if you're outside, or at the window, you can see dozens from all angles. As they get closer to the clearing, their sharp teeth glint in the moonlight. Another howl, and the wolf-men charge. Fight or defend your residence- but the beasts do not go down easily. Not when wounds slowly stitch themselves back together.

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Comments

[lostpsalm]

Offer your name before the red moon, if you will risk so light the life kindled astride it! If you will force these poor people to dig your grave and sing your dirge, be named!

[succiduous]

[Ah, there it is. The fancy speech again. Quirky indeed, Gnosis thinks, as he simply casts his gaze about everything happening and responds with an icy calm.]

Gnosis, [is all he gives, shifting his head to the side as a light breeze ruffles the feathers on his head.] And there shall be no digging of my grave tonight.

[lostpsalm]

See to it.

_{[ now it's back to heckling the werewolves with magic and being a very high-value, zippy target so they don't rip up the multiple stragglers that end up being out here, thanks ]}

[succiduous]

[Gnosis will see to it. As much as he's not a fighter, he has defences of his own that he can rely on — namely in the form of ice magic, or Arts where he's from. If anything gets too close, Gnosis is swift to turn the creature into a frozen block and shatter it.

It... seems like a good way to stop the regenerating, destroying something completely, but the pieces left behind will start to gradually regrow the longer they rest. Concerning, that. A different type of Arts, maybe... but that isn't available to him.

Mostly, though? He's staying out of the way. Watching Rennuid stay zippy, assessing strengths and potential openings with a discerning eye.]