The Storm Ravens Shelter

On my arrival at the Spring Moot I wandered into the Storm Ravens camp to introduce myself and I gained a warm welcome. During my time sitting within the Wolf Camp they have been happy to stand by me and chat for a while, they have also been encouraging of my sketching and asked how much it would cost for a sketch of their tent.

In return for their help (especially with regard to discussing matters of healing) and encouragement the answer is nothing. It was a pleasure to make my final sketch of the Spring Moot a sketch of the Storm Raven Tent.

For now I will look forward the GEF and seeing my pack brothers and sister of the Shian, I will also look forward to greeting the many other friends I have met on my wanders & sketching at the Spring Moot

A Lone Shield at The Order of Fenris

I arrived back at the Wolf Camp in the early afternoon, as I passed through the gate I could see the men of the Order of Fenris preparing themselves for a march. Their camp was obscured by the comings and goings of figures clad in long black armour and many shields lay against the wall of their tent. Following a series of shouts and orders, they grabbed their shields and lined up to march out of the faction gate. A few moments later and they were off down the hill towards the market square. The camp quietened and their tent stood in silence with only a single shield standing by the entrance.

The sun stood alone in a cloudless sky and I settled beneath the warm rays to draw the scene before the sound of marching boots and calls heralded the sound the Order returning home.

The Deeper Caves of the Tarantula's Circle

My first visit to the Tarantula's circle encouraged further visits to spend time in the quiet of the Underdark. Within the darker caves a large ornate silver box lay in a corner surrounded by the webs of spiders. Skeletons and cocoons were also held firm against the wall by the silver white threads and webs.

Light was not so abundant in the deeper caves and sketching was not so easy in the darkened corners. Both time and focus was needed to judge line, form and perspective to set to paper the scenes before me.

As I was finishing my work I felt the scampering of a tiny form upon the back of my hand. A closer look revealed a small spider who had chosen to use me as a route along her travels. I carefully set her down by the wall. It seems there are many eyes in the Underdark.

Das Shoppe

My duties on the Saturday of the Spring Moot took me to the camps of many factions as I accompanied Master Healer Raven Fire. One camp was that of the Viper Faction and I enjoyed shelter from the weather beneath the canvas as issues were discussed and resolved. Outside, close to the gate of the Vipers was Das Shoppe, a twin poled tent carrying flags above the canvas roof. Chairs and tables lay outside of the entrance providing a welcome rest for the travelers who called by.

My urge was to reach for my pen and sketchbook, but discussions and intent listening was needed, not to mention I would have had to rudely turn my back our hosts to turn my attention fully to the tent. Needless to say it was my first port of call on Sunday morning to put the scene within my mind to the paper of the sketchbook.

The Home of a Ragger Warrior

As the morning aged and the sun rose higher amongst the passing clouds, I wandered back to my own camp in the Wolf Faction. Close to our own tent was the distinctive white and green form of one of the warriors of the Raggers. Its unusual form and pronounced ridge pole caught my eye and as I awaited for my companions to awaken I sat down to sketch. It seemed the Norscan weather was not too far away as I hurried to finish before another spring shower cast itself upon the landscape and my fresh ink work.

This would be my last sketch for the day as my duties needed attending.

A Chamber of Council, Perhaps?

With my first sketch done, I moved deeper into the cave. It seemed surprisingly light and inviting, the second chamber contained a semi circle of white high backed chairs surrounding a stone table. Behind the chairs the walls held drapes adorned with markings or runes of a nature unknown to me. The light reflected off the empty chairs and gave me plenty to work by. It seemed wrong for me to sit in the chairs so I settled on the floor next to an open box of scrolls.
It seemed the world was still mainly asleep with the exception of an occasional visitor, for a while all was peaceful as I sketched and pondered on the purpose of the arrangement before me.

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.