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− | + | The Sept of the Biting Mist | |
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+ | Type: Survival<BR> | ||
+ | Level: 3<BR> | ||
+ | Totem: Fog | ||
=Bawn Landscape= | =Bawn Landscape= | ||
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Thriving green grass fills the rolling prairie from horizon to horizon, at least in warmer months. In colder months, which are many up here in the Badlands, the land and its plants of all sizes are hunkering down and saving their strength, growing tough and hard in the face of withering blizzards and snowdrifts deep enough to bury a tall man standing up. In some places there are cracked expanses of crumbling grey concrete - the legacy of a failed project from several decades ago, slowly being reclaimed by the Earth and fading from common memory. | Thriving green grass fills the rolling prairie from horizon to horizon, at least in warmer months. In colder months, which are many up here in the Badlands, the land and its plants of all sizes are hunkering down and saving their strength, growing tough and hard in the face of withering blizzards and snowdrifts deep enough to bury a tall man standing up. In some places there are cracked expanses of crumbling grey concrete - the legacy of a failed project from several decades ago, slowly being reclaimed by the Earth and fading from common memory. | ||
− | Deceptively high bluffs line the northern and western edges of the bawn, overlooking a long and meandering stream that feeds the distant Yellowstone. Stark and bare apart from a few scrub bushes and thin weeds, the boulders and rocky face of the winding cliff face extend for some distance, chewed out of the landscape by uncountable millennia of harsh winds and bitter cold | + | Deceptively high bluffs line the northern and western edges of the bawn, overlooking a long and meandering stream that feeds the distant Yellowstone. Stark and bare apart from a few scrub bushes and thin weeds, the boulders and rocky face of the winding cliff face extend for some distance, chewed out of the landscape by uncountable millennia of harsh winds and bitter cold. |
=Caern Heart, Caern of the Biting Mist= | =Caern Heart, Caern of the Biting Mist= | ||
− | At some ancient point in the distant past, a glacier carved a deep hollow in the ground. Years went by and harsh winters cracked the stones at the hollow's edge, while melting snows filled it with icy water that turned warm in the spring. The mist is constant - at all times there is a faint film in the air and obscuring the finer details of people, animals and things at the heart of the caern. | + | At some ancient point in the distant past, a glacier carved a deep hollow in the ground. Years went by and harsh winters cracked the stones at the hollow's edge, while melting snows filled it with icy water that turned warm in the spring. The mist is constant - at all times there is a faint film in the air and obscuring the finer details of people, animals and things at the heart of the caern. The old air traffic control tower looms above the mist, but is typically dark - out of service for decades, it is slowly fading and crumbling. |
Fog is not a materialistic totem, but here it is not solely a being of ephemeral mist and concealment. Here, Fog is strong, cold, and hungry. The colder months bring out an especially bitter and deadly streak in Fog - every year a careless hiker or two and a number of lost, drunk roughnecks are found face-down in the dirt, frozen to death after losing their way or having an accident. Fog appreciates discretion and secrecy, true, but the sept totem here is different than similar sept totems in other places - the canny Theurge or warrior has been known to use the severed heads or warm and bleeding hearts of enemies as a means by which to gain Fog's favor here. | Fog is not a materialistic totem, but here it is not solely a being of ephemeral mist and concealment. Here, Fog is strong, cold, and hungry. The colder months bring out an especially bitter and deadly streak in Fog - every year a careless hiker or two and a number of lost, drunk roughnecks are found face-down in the dirt, frozen to death after losing their way or having an accident. Fog appreciates discretion and secrecy, true, but the sept totem here is different than similar sept totems in other places - the canny Theurge or warrior has been known to use the severed heads or warm and bleeding hearts of enemies as a means by which to gain Fog's favor here. | ||
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The sept's burial ground consists of a patch of open prairie with several very old and sturdy wooden platforms next to rows and clusters of mounds and markers. Which section is which depends on which tribe owns the section in question. The Fenrir section is rigidly organized and regular, while the Wendigo part of the graveyard is older, larger, and more divided - in the graves dating to the 19th century or earlier, human tribal origin comes more commonly than on recent burial markers. | The sept's burial ground consists of a patch of open prairie with several very old and sturdy wooden platforms next to rows and clusters of mounds and markers. Which section is which depends on which tribe owns the section in question. The Fenrir section is rigidly organized and regular, while the Wendigo part of the graveyard is older, larger, and more divided - in the graves dating to the 19th century or earlier, human tribal origin comes more commonly than on recent burial markers. | ||
− | The caern narrowly escaped annihilation in 1955, back when the American government started tearing up big chunks of the Badlands to put in nuclear missile silos and other doomsday weapons. Sept elders at the time somehow managed to have a small military base and airport put in at the fringe of the bawn instead - the base was closed soon after in a realignment plan, and the airport | + | The caern narrowly escaped annihilation in 1955, back when the American government started tearing up big chunks of the Badlands to put in nuclear missile silos and other doomsday weapons. Sept elders at the time somehow managed to have a small military base and airport put in at the fringe of the bawn instead - the base was closed soon after in a realignment plan, and the airport converted to civilian control. It was discovered, however, that fog and high winds had become unavoidable problems. After a number of plane crashes and well over a hundred dead in a two-year span, the airport was permanently shut down in the early 1960s and turned over to the State of Montana. They were unable to do anything with it either, and it has been decaying in place ever since. A Kinfolk policy wonk in Helena keeps the sept apprised of official government activity towards the airport and its immediate environs - so far, it seems the state has been content to let it fall apart slowly rather than use it for anything. |
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=Spirits In Residence= | =Spirits In Residence= | ||
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At the same time, however, the ghosts have been gathering. Wendigo, long absent from this part of the prairie, has been heard howling in the winter winds, while Bison has slowly and methodically regained a foothold in the Badlands as his Earthly kin have been reintroduced to Big Sky Country. There is even a rumor that the Wind Incarnae have been gathering somewhere to hold a council, to see if they can remember which of them used to own the Biting Mist Caern. Or if, whether they remember or not, they will back another Incarna who seeks to claim it. For his part, Fog is not telling. At least, not everyone. | At the same time, however, the ghosts have been gathering. Wendigo, long absent from this part of the prairie, has been heard howling in the winter winds, while Bison has slowly and methodically regained a foothold in the Badlands as his Earthly kin have been reintroduced to Big Sky Country. There is even a rumor that the Wind Incarnae have been gathering somewhere to hold a council, to see if they can remember which of them used to own the Biting Mist Caern. Or if, whether they remember or not, they will back another Incarna who seeks to claim it. For his part, Fog is not telling. At least, not everyone. | ||
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