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Taryn Shadow-Walker ([personal profile] get_off_my_lawn) wrote in [community profile] imperial_stage2012-07-09 10:40 am

The Awen Moot

Who: Taryn Shadow-Walker, any members of Awen and visiting fellows
What: The Moot aka Awen Court
When: Backdated to the night of June 27th because I suck (half moon)
Where: Alilany
Warnings: there will be some combat and bloodshed

Notes: Here is a reference for how Moots are done in the Werewolf: the Apocalypse canon that Taryn is based off of. There are some differences, like being held on the half moon instead of full moon and the structure is a lot looser. Anyone that ICly looked into what a 'moot' is will find some very old tales mentioning wolf 'beastmen' and how they would gather every month to reaffirm themselves. And that's about it.

Alilany was always a rustic, peaceful city in Lerrian, full of beastmen, fae and some humans. Very tribal with little technology, more magic, and sense of home to any that were able to relax in the forests that surrounded the capital of Awen. Even the Warders, the special beastmen guard the capital were rarely seen, blending into the environment easily. But with the Moot, it was different.

Now, the spiritual center that Alilany was became more pronounced as the shamans went about cleansing the city and preparing it, as if the receive Gaia herself. Who knew, perhaps Mother Earth would grace the Moot with her presence. Earthy music filtered through the air - drums and pipes, but mostly drums - and the large clearing in the center of the city was ready for those who wished to participate in the Moot - be it spiritual communication, airing of grievances, petitions to the Ar-Righ, or simply the Revel at the end. The Warders were far more visible, meeting and greeting any foreign dignitaries that chose to attend. Weaponry was allowed at the Moot, for only a fool would draw their weapon at a Moot outside of formal challenge, so there was no need to ban them. Awen was, after all, a strong nation if small.

There was no throne in the clearing for the Ar-Righ to sit upon. No, that wasn't how Taryn or her lineage did things. Instead, there was a large boulder containing some of the gemstones from Arird to the southern end of the clearing, big enough to serve a similar function as a throne, with torches on either side and trophies from the battle with the Raiders on display. In the very center of the clearing was an impressive bonfire, easily controlled by the shamans nearby. Musicians to one side, others were seated on the ground or standing around and there was no specific place for the foreign dignitaries. If they were expecting special seating, they wouldn't find any favor, though if they moved to position themselves close to the rock, Taryn would have room made for them.

With a loud howl that carried and echoed off the trees, Taryn called the Moot with the ceremonial tribute. Beastmen of all sorts raised their voices to join her, howling, growling, warbling and even some of the humans mimicked the wolf's howl. The drums and other music faded so all that could be heard was the beautiful chorus of the people of Awen calling out to the land. After a few seconds, the Opening Howl ended and there was silence save for the crackling of the bonfire and any quiet muttering from those visiting that didn't know what to expect.
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can I have my short term memory back brain that would be nice

[personal profile] not_the_ship 2012-07-14 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, well..." the dragon rumbled, and then trailed off.

He hadn't given much thought to what being a dragon meant, besides most of the world being quite wrong. He was most certainly not a mere beast, and only savage when he wished, or there was fighting to be had, or...well.

...and he did so like those shiny gems that Bradley had given him, even though they were safely ensconced in a bank now, he dreaded to be parted from them.

"I can offer my service once more; not forever, should Kushana return, I must go to her side at once, but in the interim..."
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[personal profile] not_the_ship 2012-07-14 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Temeraire's ruff flared out again; in relief, yes, but with no little excitement as well. The end of his tail switched a little, as well--though not too much, as there were people all around him he had to be mindful of.

"The Ar-Righ is most kind," the dragon's voice is much lighter in tone now. "What must I do?"
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[personal profile] not_the_ship 2012-07-15 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The great head bobbed a bit, in a nod. Part of his mind was already calculating the trip--less in precise numbers, and more in the passage of hours and at what speed. And that there must be stones and craggy bits of mountain in the way; even flying relays, they could still move the equipment while he went back for the rest, just like soldiers on the march.

"I can do that."