Tuesday, 7 May 2013
The Circle at the Spring Moot
I took to my wandering on the first morning of the spring moot, it was early and the lands seemed quiet and peaceful. It was not long before I happened upon a cave filled with strange lights and the low drone of air moving through darkened tunnels. The first cavern was clearly a ritual circle special to the faction of the Tarantula. A face formed from the rock over the circle held would soon be holding gaze over those who performed there. I settled myself down and sheltered from the spring shower outside to put pen to paper and capture the scene before me.