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Inviting all Daughters o the Leafsie Lord! Asuego meandered through their coven's cromlech. The forests' fresh green was a strong scent that relaxed the nerves, something important when communing with the lords of the pits. The young initiate to the coven was still unwise in the ways of the...

The many have been assembled, now standing in the darkness, each between twin menhirs arranged in a large circle. What personal motives they had, were long irrelevant now. Within the cromlech was only darkness. The night was without a moon, without the stars, without a witness to behold its...