11/16/2023 - 12/15/2023 | 11:59:59PM IST
Prying EyesEntering the snowy forest of Melrakki in winter feels like stepping into a serene realm where time slows, and nature unveils its quiet magnificence. The snow-laden branches of ancient pines bow under the weight of glistening crystals, creating a breathtaking canopy that filters the soft winter sunlight.
The ground, once a mosaic of autumn hues, now lies beneath a seamless quilt of pure white, every contour and detail smoothed by the hand of winter. The air is a crisp elixir, carrying hints of pine, cedar, and the earthy musk of decaying leaves beneath the snow. Occasionally, a gust of wind rustles the branches, causing a gentle cascade of snow to fall, like nature's own silent applause. The stillness is almost tangible, interrupted only by the muffled sounds of your own paw steps on the snowy path. It's a symphony of crunching snow, a soothing rhythm that harmonizes with the tranquil surroundings. You can't help but marvel at the intricate web of icicles that dangle from branches like nature's own chandeliers. The forest had become a magical realm, where every tree, every snowflake, and every breath of wind contributes to a harmonious masterpiece. As you wander the snow laden woods in awe, the sight of smoke billowing towards the heaven's catch your attention. Hunkering your belly down into the snow, you creep towards a natural clearing, careful to conceal yourself as you move to discover the source of the smoke.
Gently maneuvering your body beneath a bush, you feel the soft caress of snow dislodging from the branches and settling on your fur. With a careful stillness, you resist the urge to shake it off, choosing instead to absorb the unfolding tableau with a quiet reverence. The speaker's hushed words send a mysterious murmur, reminiscent of an ancient tongue, tickling your ears. Sigrid
sits amidst a circle of candles, an intimate communion with nature as she presides over a deer's lifeless form that lays in quiet stillness before her. A sacred ceremony unfolds, a poignant expression of gratitude for the sacrifice made to sustain her and her family. Wisps of fragrant smoke rise from the incense sticks at the deer's head, intertwining in an intricate dance before ascending skyward. Sigrid's bowed head and outstretched paw convey a deep connection with the spirit of the deer, her whispered words a tender acknowledgment of the life given. Behind them, a small fire crackles, casting an enchanting orange glow that adds warmth to the scene. The crackling flames harmonise with the words of thanks, creating an atmosphere of serene appreciation. The snow and ice around the pair catch the gleaming embers, the oranges ebbing and flowing like a tide around them. It was as if the very forest around them were breathing in time with Sigrid, lending their aid to the ceremony.
Moments pass, and you are left with a few options: You can reveal yourself, sitting in with Sigrid in the center of Melrakki in this sacred ceremony, or you can continue to observe from a distance as you are now. As the choices roll through your brain, you happen to catch a glimpse of Sigrid's satchel, laying unguarded between your hiding place and the ceremony. It is full to the brim with ceremonial goods, and is wildly unattended. The choice is yours, do you attend, observe, or take the opportunity to grab the bag and run for the hills?
Objective:Depict or write
your Felvarg making their choice. Whatever choice you make, you must depict part of the ritual taking place before you.
Long Lost Treasure, 1x
Sack of Festive Herbs, 1x
Shrine, and 1,000