=Event Story=
The Autumn season has nearly concluded with Mardrun seeing its first dusting of snow ahead of the upcoming Winter solstice. Though war weighs heavy on the minds of the continent, so too does the pressure of new leadership weigh on Clan Nightriver. With the dramatic conclusion of the Moot last month, the newly elected leaders are already hard at work in their positions to keep the Clan safe, secure, and warm over the winter season.
Many eyes have turned to Pack Bloodmoon in particular in this time of great change. Not only has their Pack Leader become the new Clanleader, but Pack Bloodmoon has stepped up to be the first to take action in carving out space for Clan Shattered Spear refugees. While both the Clan and Pack feel confident in their ability to make the preparations themselves, supporters from near and far have come forward to help, not just in Pack Bloodmoon, but all across the Clan.
Pack Bloodmoon has now inadvertently become a hub of activity. With merchants setting up wares, tradespeople plying their trades, or even tired travelers finding a safe space to take a seat, it can be certain that Pack Bloodmoon is not turning away any of those helping hands.
=Event Summary=
Spirits were high throughout the day as Pack Bloodmoon welcomed newcomers from near and far. Trees were felled, war equipment was repaired, songs were shared, socks were puppetted, and food was passed around the fire. Camaraderie was thick in the air among the incredibly diverse gathering – almost as though the cold brought with it a new calm for warriors and friends to relax for the first time in, for some, an incredibly long time. Between stories of wintertime celebrations and drunken benders in faraway lands, Pack Bloodmoon made a warm and happy environment despite the cold and vicious climate.
As travelers cleared out of the area, packing up their tools and getting ready to find their way to shelter for the night, a Nightriver patrol made its way towards an empty unfinished hamlet. In the low-light of the setting sun, the details could almost be missed, but the scent of blood is always unmistakeable.
Two teenage humans lay, gored open and gasping. As the boys were carried to the nearest healer, one of the patrolmen notices another anomaly. A note lay among the pooled blood, its contents familiar to some.
“Jericho sends its regards.”