It's pre dawn Clayday, Truth week of Earth Season, a day that couldn't be more symbolic for those about to take oaths to join the Wandering Rangers, soldiers of Tada and defenders of the Earth.

The passages of the Cavern complex glow with the magic of the day, as the Rangers troop through them, leading the way for the two newest recruits Voras and Sehana of the Black Shield clan; the clouds of incense swirling from their passage in intricate patterns of Earth and Movement.

Everyone is daubed in Ochre, with runes of power adorning their naked flesh, their weapons and square shields held proudly as each brave pushes their way through the crowd that has come to listen to the rites.

Drums beat steadily, played by a group of Agimori men and one woman, the Ten Tall men, who had arrived late the previous evening in time to join the last of Kobal's wild celebrations that had run all day. They had spoken little, except to Tarnessh, who spent several hours in close conversation with the odd group.

Now passed the expectant crowd, the braves enter their room of Oaths, the rock walls painted with an interlocking pattern of Earth Runes and where a choice selection of materials and loots from the exploits lie before a rough square block.

Before it stands Emesh-Ga his spectral head brushing the roof as he stares down at each of the Rangers as they file in to take their positions about the room.

"There are those present who wish to join our sacred ranks?" queries his deep bass voice "Who will vouch for them and announce their presence?"

Ohanzee steps to the fore smiling A Raven to Vouch for Sun Hawks, that's a thing! "I Ohanzee Shappa, Blue Arm, River King present Voras of the Black Shield Clan and Sehana also of the Black Shield Clan and I vouch for them."

Remaining in place, not speaking first Seems unfitting to presume here, Hoskar waits till another has spoken before adding his word in measured tones.

Two-Feather for Condor, honoured to be shield-bearer, assents. Already the spirit moves. Sehana heals the warriors for their task, Voras adds his voice to theirs earth-speaking in truth. In the trust for the green, I believe these are Rangers in heart.

He inclines his head in respect, but his eyes belie his formality; twinkling happily as he glances at Voras and Sehana.

"I am Amara Brightsky, of the Skywatcher clan and the Earth Queen. Voras and Sehana have proven themselves and I vouch for them to become wandering rangers like ourselves. May the Green be restored." Amara nodded to the new arrivals, wondering if there were any others that might choose to take part.

"I, Melock Gor, much as it pains me," he smiles at the Sun Hawks to show he's jesting, vouch for Sehana and Voras. Between them, they have battled chaos and healed those hurt by it. With their strength added to the Wandering Rangers, we will bring the Green back faster."

Tarnessh walks forward to stand between both of the Black Shields.

"I, a Sun Hawk, speak the truth about these two....That they are stout braves, truth tellers and law keepers like me and will be nothing but a welcome benefit to our band of braves. They will bring light to the darkness and honesty to the boasts and will ensure that our way is always strong and true."

The ancient guardian spirit seems content with what has been said and lowers his gaze to stare at Voras and Sehana

"You have been vouched for, now stand before us and tell us your worth and your lineage..."

Voras takes a small step forward, making eye contact with each person in the room in turn before speaking.

"I am Voras of the Black Shields, son of Surrak.  Though I am young, I have faced down powerful enemies, whether raiders from another clan or beasts of Chaos, and I have not been cowed, though I would not be so foolish as to claim that I do not know fear.  I protect those who are my friends and punish those who are my foes, but it is best to reveal the truth through action rather than boast.  Suffice it to say that I am a skilled scout, a capable warrior, and a faithful ally."

Voras steps back and gestures to Sehana to come forward.

Standing to one side Salen quietly watched proceedings, saying nothing. More words of support were an irrelevance now, let the new recruits be judged or found wanting.

Henal stands back silently as the new Rangers take their oaths, remembering how little time it had been that he had been in their place and how much had happened in the intervening time.

The ancient Guardian speaks, his deep voice reverberating about the packed room, which suddenly is filled with the smell of warm loam and flowers.

"Welcome Voras, warrior, both brave and just. I am Emesh-Ga guardian and one time Captain of the Wandering Rangers, warriors of the Earth who served great Tada himself.

Do you promise to not let chaos live?

To nurture the land we stand on?

And to strive to make it whole once more?

To stand with your Brothers and Sisters, through good and bad?

If so you are Us. You walk the walk and talk the talk and shall be protected by me in times of strife and peace…."

Voras kneels before he responds to Emesh-Ga.

"These things I promise.  I stand united with the Rangers."

Kobal nods at Voras' response, and steps forward from his place among the Rangers, who had formed a square around the inductees.

In his hand a knife and a ceramic bowl.

"Look around you," he says to the two Black Shields braves.  "We Rangers are from different tribes.  Different clans.  Even rival clans.  We follow different spirits and gods.  Yet all of us have sworn ourselves to Emesha-Ga and his mission.  By joining us, you must stand with your brother and sister Rangers, no matter their tribe, clan or god."

Crouching down next to Voras, he takes the brave's right arm, and with four strokes cuts a square into the bicep.  As the incisions weep with blood, he takes some clay from the bowl - the best clay he could find in these caves - and smears it into the cuts, so that a square scar will remain after the bicep heals.  Offering a hand to Voras, he draws the Black Shield to his feet and takes him in a hug.  "Welcome among us, Ranger."

Stepping back, he waits for Sehana.

It's not an auspicious day for oath taking and the magics of the ceremony would be weak, but the Rangers had no time to spare.

The cave put aside for the purpose of the bands' ceremonies and meetings had been decorated and improved since the last visit, with  the floor covered with skins and the simple square altar adorned with offerings and slick with gifted oil. The walls with their interlocking runes now had murals depicting the adventures of the Wandering Rangers, painted not only as a memorial but as an incentive to those about to join...

Cones of incense smouldered in small copper dishes whilst fat lamps gave off a weak light, their strength increased slightly by the arrival of Sun Hawk followers.From deeper within the caves comes the deep beat of drums being played by the women of the Earth, who were lending their magic to help force back the darkness.

"So we wait for big green guy to start thing, yes?" Temush whispers to Henal.

In reply to Temush Blinking-cloud (msg # 16):

"Yes, Emesh-Ga will lead us into the initiation." Henal replies in a whisper.

Kobal steps forward with a knife and a bowl of clay in his hands, and addresses the assembled group of Rangers (rather than those who wish to join).  He wears the helmet of Emesh-Ga (as always), but now it seems just a bit more polished.

"In the past I have lead the ceremony to initiate newcomers to our band.  But there may be times when I am not around - our band is growing, and now some of us will move on to Pavis, while others remain behind.  Is there anyone here today who would like to do the honours?  Maybe it would be good for a Condor, or a Sun Hawk or a Raven to lead the ceremony.  This is not a role only for Thunderbird.  But no funny business..."  He scans the group, trying not to look hard at the Ravens with the last sentence.
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Interesting that Kobal should offer the lead in initiating around the rest of the Rangers, but wise also. Salen is not for taking him up on the offer, however.

"There will be a time for Condor to lead, but this is not it. Perhaps a Sun Hawk or Raven would wish to grasp this opportunity..?"

As the ochre covered warriors take their places, with the new recruits centre space in the now crowded space, Emesh-Ga begins to materialise in front of the altar.

With his head touching the ceiling the copper armoured Guardian and Golden Age occupant of the Temple calls out in his bass voice

"There are those present who wish to join our sacred ranks?......Who will vouch for them and announce their presence?"

As Emesh-Ga speaks the stone of the cave ripples as if something travels just below it's surface...

Amara stepped forward, her body covered from head to toe in the ochre. The only things detracting from the ochre were her hair still as crimson as ever, and an earth rune, softly glowing green on her forehead.

"I will stand for them. We have many that seek to join our number, for as we grow, the legends of the rangers grow, and the green may return more swiftly. All seek to be judged by Emesh Ga and found worthy of the name Wandering Ranger.

Temush blinking cloud, Khan of our ever faithful allies, the Big Peckers. Where others have talked of fighting chaos, his clan fought broo until almost all were gone. The bravery of the Big Peckers is legendary and I vouch for Temush to have a place among us.

Penga Three toes, once thought lost to us, but returned as a brave of the Skywatchers. Beloved of Eiritha. Fierce in battle, I vouch for Penga to have a place among us.

The whisper of the knife, a good hearted soul, and handy with his blades. He has always a smile and a good heart and I vouch for the Whisper of the Knife to have a place among us.

Rinhart the stout, as brave as he is gregarious. His words and laughter greet all and make all welcome. I vouch for Rinhart the stout to have a place among us.

Fellar Three Hoops,
Baram Greeneye,
Panurge,
Kitsune, wanderer and entertainer, she fights where she sees those who have been touched by chaos and as such. I vouch for Kitsune to have a place among us.
Wassen-Me"


Amara paused as she spoke each name out loudly, pointing to each of the candidates in turn.
"Each of these people have talked the talk and walked the walk. Each are worthy of the name Wandering Ranger. Each will add to the glory of our name and return this place to the Green."

She looked at each of the candidates solemnly "The path of a wondering ranger is not an easy one. It will take you far from home, it is a path filled with violence and misery, yet it is one which could see the Green returned to the Wasteland as it has around this place. It is a demanding path....and one that may result in your death, but it is not without it's own rewards. As we garner glory to our names, the rangers benefit. As we gather wealth to our names, the rangers benefit. As one of our number, all of our successes are your successes to. I will fight for you, and gladly place you at my side. I would die for you, and lay waste to all chaos around in doing so. If you are ready to continue... shout with all of your hearts "FOR THE GREEN", feel the love for the land and your fellow rangers and take the vow with Emesh Ga as your witness."
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"FOR THE GREEN" Temush and the other Ranger candidates shout

Melock stands at the back, as a guardian of the earth should, happy to let others take charge of the ceremony. When he see's the stone ripple, he smile to himself and gifts a handful of magic points to Gadesha. As Amara speaks Melock nods in agreement to her words and watch's the reaction of those who would be Rangers.

Voras watches the Ravens, the current members and the three new ones taking their oaths and watches them like a hawk.

His attention is drawn briefly away from then when Temush's name is spoken and he nods adding "And I have fought alongside Temush Blinking-cloud and know his to be worthy."

The ancient guardian spirit seems content with what has been said and lowers his gaze to stare at Temush and the others

"You have been vouched for, now stand before us and tell us your worth and your lineage..."

"I was called by Sun Hawk, and I know good ghosts Checheh, Nopal, Huuluruahu and Cunicul. I was gone when my clan was killed but their ghosts helped me when trolls who stole Yamsur's eye sent shades to drive us mad. I fell a long way in the sky but I did not die. I am son of Alev Bronze Hat, and my Ma Brisna was born to Sky Bone Blue. I am Temush Blinking Cloud, last of the Big Peckers" Temush says in his rudimentary Earth tongue.

The other applicants follow Temush's example, listing their own exploits and why they wish to join the Wandering Rangers. When at last they are finished Emesh-Ga continues...

The ancient Guardian speaks, his deep voice reverberating about the packed room, which suddenly is filled with the smell of warm loam and flowers.

"Welcome Temush, warrior of the Sun, both brave and just. I am Emesh-Ga guardian and one time Captain of the Wandering Rangers, warriors of the Earth who served great Tada himself.

Do you promise to not let chaos live?

To nurture the land we stand on?

And to strive to make it whole once more? "

With a nod approval at Temush's words and when Emesh-Ga speaks he listens intently then looks at the diminutive brave awaiting his response, his oath.

Ohanzee watches the ceremony covered head to foot with earth that he'd mixed into a paste. All but his arm that is, the blue arm that he leaves uncovered.

As the names of the names of the three Raven followers are announced he steps forward "And I vouch for Panurge, Kitsune and Wassen-Me who between them will confound our enemies, steal their lafe away and woo the peoples to our cause."

"These things I swear" Temush declaims "'til I am dead for good, or the green has come back"

"I Kitsune. I have fought Chaos and lived. I have bested the invaders of the Red Moon" she smiles drawing the stolen scimitar "And now I dedicate to Wandering Rangers."

Panurge speaks now, his customary smile still present "I Panurge have fought broo and fought invaders. I have fought other clans, but I want to fight for the Green now."
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Wassen-Me seems unusually subdued as he takes his turn to speak, but then he's younger than the others "I have not done all that the others speak of." he says hesitantly having decided not to lie about it. "But I will do all I can for the Rangers."
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Having been uncharacteristically quiet too; maybe following Salen's words over Condors and leading, maybe pondering things he alone has seen of late, maybe just finding muddied runes daubed upon him less comfortable than those unfamiliar with towns and baths, Hoskar nods, breathes in, places both hand upon the shield of Emesh-Ga he has planted before him upon the earth, and finally speaks; albeit not for long.

Bravely spoken he intones. We are both axe and shield for the earth. The axe may cut through to the green, but the shield must be known. Must not turn in the hand. Must be known foursquare.

Welcome.

He directs a small individual smile...with maybe just a hint of a wink despite his outward formality...towards Wassen-Me before returning to silence.

Ohanzee grins at the three and Wassen-Me last and he adds to Hoskar's words "We all do all we can, for the Wandering Ranger, for the Green!"

The Thunderbird applicants out do the others with their boasts and general bravado, and with a welcoming smile the Earth Guardian holds out his arms once each brave accepts the geas and makes the oath....

Magic fills the room as individual power is gifted to the ceremony and as each Ranger present joins hands with the newest members their Earth Sense activates for the first time.

With bare feet on the ground the braves are suddenly filled with a connection with the earth, senses are nearly overloaded as nearby chambers, tunnels and people become visible to their inner eye, movement can be felt and the general wellbeing of the area determined.

"Wandering Rangers you all now are, burdened with the geas of protecting our land, defeating Chaos and bringing back what once was.

As your Guardian I shall share my powers in defence versus our shared enemy that is Chaos. With your new shield you will knock back your hated foe and when formed up shall be nigh on unbeatable against the tide that breaks against you."

Amara spoke to the crowd "Welcome to our sacred band, brotehrs and sisters. Mark my words. There will come a time when the green is restored. Until that time, know that we face many foes and mark my words, some day we will face all that opposes our will in this....and they shall die on our shields and on our blades, for we are wandering rangers. We will mock their dying with every breath we take beyond them and make them pay dearly for ever doubting that we would ever prevail." Amara raised her axe into the air "Now...for the first task that all of our holy vow must take....we drink, we eat, we have fun! FOR THE GREEN!"

"For the Green," shouts Kobal, joining the other veteran Rangers in welcoming the new recruits, giving some friendly head-butts.  "Remember," he calls out among the group, "you must have a square shield, as you would've seen we all bear.  It is one of the signs by which we Wandering Rangers are known."

And right on cue Sand Fox and his brother begin to hand out well crafted hide square shields, one of which is small enough for Temush to carry.

"FOR THE GREEN!" Melock calls from the back. As he walks among his fellow Rangers, he passes round skins of Kumiss, "Drink and fun, sounds like someone called Ravens name."

Stoking up a celebratory pipe, Hoskar's mundane nature kicks in a moment. Three things before we lose it. Things you must know or we likely perish. One. Someone yells Form A Square, for earth's sake form a battle square. Blesses us in combat to have the rune. Two. Need more strength for hitting, touch this shield and give of yourself. Three. Need healing, Sehana's our best but crawl my way otherwise.

Having finished preparations, he adds with a lopsided smile That's the end of me being formal. Smokes? Grabbing a skin unceremoniously he swigs deeper than observers might expect, then passes it on only to light the pipe and inhale gratefully; holding the breath for a clear half dozen heartbeats before exhaling and offering it on...sort-of in Wassen-Me's direction yet sufficiently vaguely for others to step in...and observing when I'm relaxed enough, I'll tell you what I learned here. I advise you all to get relaxed too. Even those who usually don't. You're not going to like this one little bit.
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"Let's not all get too comfortable," calls out Kobal.  "Those of us who have been requested to escort Angelika Snowspear - we will have to move on soon.  I don't fancy getting on her bad side.  The rest of you: knock yourselves out, haha!"

"But yes, Hoskar, tell us what happened here.  I've been dying to find out."

Emesh-Ga remains as the Rangers relax, talking to the new recruits and answering any questions they may have. With so many members the cave is quite cramped and warm, unlike above ground where a storm has began to gather...

Melock tilts his head as the sound of the gathering storm starts to penetrate down to their cave, "I don't think we'll be moving on while that storm is above us," he declines the offered pipe and looks at Hoskar expectantly.

Henal has used the ochre earth to smear the runes of Earth upon himself for the ceremony. He stands back letting the others speak until he needs to vouch for Baram Greeneye.

Then after he joins Kobal in asking Hoskar about the events at the Giant Finger Holes with the Red Thorns.

Suppressing a shudder, Hoskar takes another swig from a skin before speaking further.

You're right of course, Kobal he murmurs, but I'll have to hope the lady Angelika will forgive me this one - too grim to retell entirely sober.

Holding his head between his hands, he continues in a subdued monotone it's nothing that happened here as such. Only stuff that's happened here is me trading with Goodfeather for training - I'm better at sensing thieves than I was, and know more about where we're off to, and hear Krakka might be in Pavis. There was no sign of the Red Thorn Shaman, and Bigmouth was no trouble. I hope he won't be miserable now he has a job here.  It's what I saw on the way in, and what Erish-El made of it when I told her.

Had a vision. Chaos harpy. Vast thing carrying living-dead heads. Entourage around her. Vile. This time he can't repress a shudder. Woke up close to having another Repe Sorsa moment. Harpy and her heads were looking for something. Felt like it was me...or us...or maybe the source of the green. Hoped it was a dream not a vision, but no such luck. Erish-El recognised the description and it's the only time I've seen her shocked. Utterly shocked. Says it's her sister from the place of statues out east; malevolent beyond knowing and aware Erish-El escaped and looking for her. Ill intent and probably coming like a plague against her and the green when she finds...her...us...whatever she's looking for.

At the edges of fires when I was meant to be asleep, on the margins of camps washing pots, I have heard the name El-Enlli mentioned by strong braves who turn pale and cast protective magics at the sound of the name. It's her and one day she's coming gods preserve us.

He sighs deeply before releasing his hands from their fervid grip upon his cheeks, leaving behind the red crescent marks of fingernails that had bitten deep into skin, he takes a further swig and straightens his back in determination. Good Word, eh?

Still. Doesn't affect our duty now. Doesn't affect our likely duty for the future. Does mean we'll be up against powers best left undisturbed and the stuff of nightmare one day.

An equivocal smile plays momentarily on his lips before fading. There's worse things than death, and as long as we can rely on each other not to let our heads be taken death is the worst that might happen. So we'd best just get to it I suppose.
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Almost in an instant Salen is stood next to Hoskar, and just about bides his time until the pipe is passed. Then he takes a looooong draw...and just about remembers to pass the pipe along. A good minute goes by while the Condor brave closes his eyes, keeping the smoke inside, before he slowly exhales and looks around, smiling. He reaches for the nearest kumiss skin and takes a long draw from that too, but much quicker. Then he sits down and listens to Hoskar's tale, nodding, before confirming some details.

"Statues...storms from the east. Saw it through Condor we did, eh?"

In reply to Salen Dustchaser (msg # 48):

Shivering slightly despite not being cold, and despite the three good swigs of kumiss, Hoskar manages a sad nod. I imagine you're right there, Salen; although of all the things to say Wotcha to, that one wouldn't have been my first choice.

Declining a further swig from a skin with a glance towards Kobal , he mutters anyone got questions? I really don't want to revisit this more often than I have to.

"Just one question, could you describe her better so we know what to look out for." Melock pauses, trying to look serious, but fails after a handful of seconds and laughs, "Just joking, I want to get some sleep tonight." Hoskar is offered a drink from a small flask that appears from the folds of Melocks coat, "Have a small sip of this, it'll help you sleep tonight."

In reply to Melock (msg # 50):

Hoskar closes his eyes a moment, clenching his left fist with furrowed brow; pain etched for all to see across his face.

For a moment, he looks to be gathering himself for blows or angry words. He opens his mouth. Then closes it. Then looks helplessly up to the cavern's roof. Then giggles as he accepts the flask unquestioningly and sips.

Not fair he splutters. Coughs. Fights for breath as laughter takes control. Damnit you bugger you're too good at this.

Sagging slowly, seeming to melt down the wall like an expiring candle, he murmurs Release. Thankyou. His eyes half closed, he remains slumped, looking more content than he's been since the Rangers arrived.
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In reply to Hoskar Two-Feather (msg # 51):

"Thought you'd like that." He takes a sip himself and then stashes the flask on his person and joins Hoskar in laughing. "That's improved your mood"

Kobal nods grimly at the news.  Hoskar is no Thunder Bird, but he's not a coward either.  They'll have to be ready.

"'One day'?  We're escorting the Snowspear.  If there's a chance these harpies attack, we need to let her know.  She might change her plans, gather more escorts maybe.

"And what happened here?  Anything more than simply our war party turning up, the Red Thorns taking one look and turning tail...?"

In reply to Kobal (msg # 53):

Refocussing with a calmer expression, glad to be thinking of something other than the vision, Hoskar manages a weak smile that stays put.

Well, Kobal, truth be told I had to keep my head down in the temple mostly. The Red Thorns weren't exactly welcoming. Like I said, something of a dust-up on the way in with Jarga and his group and I scooped up the duck and the finder coming in. On my own out there wouldn't have been pleasant and all my diplomatic hopes came to nothing.

In here, I know Poi...um...Goodfeathers and Hommi have negotiated a commission for Erish-El but don't know what it is. I know the temple's been undisturbed. I barely knew there was a fight coming till Erish-El mentioned your approach. I assume the tribes thought twice about the river when they head the Shepelkirt's mob was swarming round there. Rumour had it the Red Thorns were breaking camp before our tribes arrived, and I briefly heard drumming with some sort of howl like a wolf or hyaena granted the speech of a man, but you probably heard that too.

Most of the time, I've been studying diagrams, having people creep up on me to train my senses for thieves and suchlike. Felt like a Lankhor Mhy some days. Some of what I learned routinely should help us stay in one piece inside the walls, but won't make much sense till we get there.

To be fully honest, I learned one other thing but under a vow of such weight to personal secrecy I cannot share it. I guarantee you it is nothing that would affect the safety of the Rangers or of the Lady Angelika or that not knowing would affect the greening.
I am thinking what to do on that. If I can find the right thing to ask Emesh-Ga, maybe I can keep the oath without keeping the secret; but I've not thought of how yet. Please don't press me on this - can't say more on pain of divine disfavour.

His smile has fallen away as this speech has progressed; and he now concludes with a tense yes. Angelika must be told of the threat. I can do it if I must, though I'd hoped this telling would be the last.
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Henal groans at the talk of chaos harpies. "Hoped we'd done with them after the fight up in the hills to clear up the nest."

He looks at Hoskar's expression and looks concerned, taking a swig of kumiss before speaking again. "Well if this fight comes to us then we will have to find our way to winning it. After all this we can't  let Chaos start to destroy the green again".

Kobal's news was bad, very bad and Ohanzee just listens to it taking in the dire knowledge. Finally he says "If she comes after her sister here then she'll want to be sure of success, especially after the bloody nose she got with our rescuing of Erish-El and near destruction of the whole nest."

"That means she'll take time builing her strength, maybe trying to gather information too. And for that she'll try to catch people who know about this place alone to extract that information in her foul ways."

"The clan should be told, the Red Thorns too as they may well end up targets just because they were here a while."

Then he turns to Hoskar "Tell me about this howling? Is there anyone who would have been up above and seen the source?"
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In reply to Ohanzee Shappa (msg # 56):

Hoskar shakes his head sadly. Sorry, Ohanzee, but I can't think what more to tell you. It didn't sound like your friend the Hyaena: much more wolfish, no cackle to it, but equally feral. Yet instead of that long, low moan of an animal it was shorter, more stabbing. Had the cadence of words, but no words I for one could pick out.

As for anyone above? Only the Red Thorns I know of...unless you fancy asking the Barbeester Gor women whether any of them happened to be outside. Or you could try Erish-El: she sensed your approach so she might well have sensed whatever-it-was too if she wasn;t too caught up thinking about the worse news.

"We don't know how long it will take the sister to move," counters Kobal.  "Any survivors or spirits from the nest we attacked might be able to help.  She may perform divination with whatever foul gods she worships.  That's why I think it best to inform Angelika, in case she decides we need more guards."

Hoskar smiles weakly but gratefully at Kobal. Yes. All who need must know. All foes of the one foe endangered he assents, taking a further toke from the pipe that has again come his way.

So I'll go tell her then he adds somewhat plaintively as he brings himself slowly to his feet.

"Knowing now or later won't make any difference," he offers Hoskar a skin of kumiss, "Drink, smoke, relax."

Henal tries casting a spell to detect spirits and undead looking up at the canyon top.

.

Clayday,Fertility week, Dark Season.

Dawn...

Amara smiled as she walked to the ceremony. She'd always enjoyed seeing people join their band. It wasn't an easy group to join. The green was advancing but they were losing close friends and family at an alarming rate. Amara gave some thought, wondering if it might be easier to split the rangers into different groups, as the rangers grew there would no longer be a need to constantly pit their numbers against overwhelming odds. Today Grundar would be joining their number, at least he was prepared for the chaotic dangerous nature of what it took to be a ranger.
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The courtyard of the temple is crowded on this holy day, with herd beasts as well as humans. There's a fair crowd of locals too, standing in the street and atop nearby buildings. They'd be plenty of sacrifices made today by Pavites hoping to appease the local gods and spirits. Blood soaks the ground and music fills the air whilst folk shout out praise to the goddess.

As soon as the Wandering Rangers cross the threashold Emesh-Ga materialises drawing gasps from all present bar the small group of priestesses, shamans and priests standing just inside the entrance.

Bargains had already been made and donations given so the braves are expected.

The temple is filled with the smoke from half a dozen incense braziers, the smell of the plains and that of the earth, freshly turned...

Spirits glide about the throng...touching...grasping...whispering ancient secrets

Centre in the room a tunnel into the earth has been made and with a nod the temple hierachy heads downwards beckoning the Rangers to follow...

Temush holds onto his head with one hand and tries to ignore the spirits making sport of his hangover

Amara slipped the boots from her feet, tucking them into her belt. In any other place she'd have left them in the threshold of the temple and know they were safe, but this was Pavis and full of thieving Lunars. On a day like today it felt good to be one with the Earth. Amara walked gracefully towards the entrance, her stride like that of her Manul. She could feel the vibrancy of the Earth wanting to return. Her eyes lit up, filled with delight, almost mischievous as she moved into the tunnel.

Melock smiles and waves at the crowd and when Emesh-Ga appears, he stands a little bit taller. Melock copies Amara and removes his boots, he then splashes some water from his canteen and blood from a cut on his hand on to the earth and mixes it together, he uses the mud to draw the runes of Dark Earth, illusion and spirit on his face, while muttering to himself, "Goddess bless and protect us today." He puts a little bit of his spirit in to each rune. Melock then stands up and places his hand on the hilt of his new sword, keeping a watch for danger.

Grundar follows as beckoned, eyes wide and feeling like a giddy child. Since his sister went missing, he has felt a void, a lack of place or family, and whilst Pavis excited him for a while, and the thrill of the games kept him occupied (and on the run!) the arrival of the Rangers has provided him a sense of belonging. It will be good to become officially part of their number. The sights and sounds and smells are a little overwhelming. He takes a deep breath and tries to focus and stay calm, and then sprints to catch up with Amara.

Amara grinned at Grundar "Today is a good day, is it not Grundar?" she took a look at his boots and raised an eyebrow "Today is not a day for things on your feet grundar. Feel the Earth, smell the loam. This is what we fight for. This is what we will return to this place. It is right and good to be here, at this place and in this time. For today, you shall become a Wandering Ranger, restoring the Garden to all. The copper men are reborn in us and one day, this shall all be...paradise."

Grundar grins, hops on one leg and then the other as he tugs his boots off, and then tosses them over his shoulder. There, how's that?

Ohanzee greets Emesh Ga as he enters and then walks past those removing their boots since, he as always goes barefoot. Passing Temush he claps the little fellow on the shoulder and in a not so quiet at all voice says "Good day for it. Glad I didn't over do it with the booze last night."

As he passes Melock he pauses and stooping whispers to him

Amara nodded, satisfied when Grundar took off his sandals. Only Ohanzees presence darkened her mood, she greeted him with only a scowl, as she took her place in the temple, waiting for the ceremony to commence.

Henal slips off his sandals and walks barefoot, he pauses and using earth marks the runes of Earth, Spirit and Movement on his face before heading down in the temple. He says "for the green" as he enters and salutes Emesh-Ga, then takes his place.

In reply to Amara Brightsky (msg # 72):

Grinning as he takes a place on the opposite side of the square the Rangers are forming Ohanzee responds to Amara's scowl with a "Good morning my Queen, hope you are well this fine day."
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Temush scowls at the Raven though a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth.
"Glad I didn't overdo it with the flooze." he mutters.

Amara pointedly drew her axe and sharpened it as she waited for the ceremony to commence. "I'm thinking that you're enough to drive someone to join Delenda's religion.""

Looking uneasy, Hoskar too follows the lead given and slips off his boots, stowing them away with care. Underground again. Well maybe this time will go better, Emesh-Ga and Issaries protect me.

Hail to the earth he murmurs diffidently.

As Ohanzee whispers to Melock, a look of keen interest appears on his face and he nods. Melock suppress a grin as Ohanzee manages to ruffle a few feathers with barely any effort. He joins the square and stands next to Hoskar. Melock's eyes flick to the path they have just trodden getting there, though there is nothing there to see, but never the less his eyes briefly go wide before he drags them back to the square.

And finally, it was time. Amara looked around, to see all of the Rangers gathered and the hulking shape of Emesh-Ga shimmering, as the dust motes in the air passed through his form. She looked at each of the rangers in turn, acknowledging them all with a quick smile. She was expecting Kobal to take the lead, but in this case, it might be right given her connection to the Earth forged with her marriage to Ohanzee.

She moved to the center of the room, banging the haft of her axe against the wyvern hide shield. "Lord Emesh-Ga, great warrior of the copper people and guardian of the garden. We seek your blessing. We have one worthy to join our number present. He is a warrior, true and proud and committed to see the return of the Garden."

She motioned to Grundar to step forward and join her in the middle facing the other Rangers. "I present to all of you Rangers, Grundar. He is as a brother to me and we have shared camp fires, stories and khumiss together. He is kin, in the same way that all of the Prairie Thunder, the Skywatchers, the Big Peckers and the Black Shields are kin. He has shown bravery in battle and is worthy to join our number as a Wandering ranger. He is dedicated to restoring the garden to its rightful state." Amara shouted glaring, almost daring anyone to contradict her statement, before deciding to step to one side and give someone else a turn to speak.

Hoskar nods, focussing his spirit on the presence of Emesh-Ga and seeking inwardly the rustle of brown feathers.  Hearing no other voice yet take up the theme, he opens his arms - a gesture of both obeisance and welcome with maybe, just maybe, the smallest whisper of  wings.

First friend in new place, a welcoming face.
Good guide for the green, yet walking unseen.

Gaze, Grundar, grow together. Gain the ground as your fellow: still soar on above.
For Condor, the shield-bearer concurs. Ride to restoration foursquare in unity.
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The ancient guardian spirit seems content with what has been said and lowers his gaze to stare at Grundar

"You have been vouched for, now stand before us and tell us your worth and your lineage..."

"Pssst! That's you Grundar!" Ohanzee says in one of those harsh whispers design to carry and by virtue of this losing the secretive nature of a whisper.

He grins at the others and the giant spirit and shrugs "A Raven with stage fright, what are the chances!"

Hearing Ohanzee's 'whisper', Grundar giggles a nervous giggle, before squawking out his reponse,

Forgive me Lord Emesh-Ga, I am not used to being in the presence as such, he stumbles looking for his words, beings such as yourself. He bows trying to comprise himself.

My name is Grundar, Son of Toras and Delenda. I am a Sky Watcher and Raven.

He looks around at his companions, looking for their support, uncertain where to go next.

Worshipper of Waha, Orlanth and Argan-Agar...
I am a wanderer, looking for what has been lost.

He begins to find a rhythm...

I am a wanderer, looking for my sister, Durinda, lost in battle.
I am a wanderer, looking for peace in Prax from Lunar hands.
I am a wanderer, relying on deft fingers and nimble limbs.
I am a wanderer, travelling in the shadows.
I am a wanderer, seeking new experiences and companions.
I am a wanderer, looking for the right path to take.
I am a wanderer, looking to sow peace through dissension.

He pulls back his hood.

I am a wanderer, but I believe in the Rangers I have found family and purpose, a path and possibility.

He bows once more

"Welcome Grundar, warrior, both brave and just. I am Emesh-Ga guardian and one time Captain of the Wandering Rangers, warriors of the Earth who served great Tada himself.

Do you promise to not let chaos live?

To nurture the land we stand on?

And to strive to make it whole once more?

To stand with your Brothers and Sisters, through good and bad?

If so you are Us. You walk the walk and talk the talk and shall be protected by me in times of strife and peace…."

Those present can see a half dozen eager looking braves watching from the wings...

Amara looked at the braves watching the ceremony "Do you feel it too? The call within? The desire to have the Green returned? The life of a wandering ranger is a hard one, but the rewards are plentiful. I am Amara Brightsky of the Skywatcher Rhino peoples and wandering ranger. If you feel the call in your heart, we are willing to hear it, step forward and let yourself be known. If you take the vow, you will belong to part of something which will enrich the lives of you and all your kin."

Amara paused for a moment "And if you're unwilling to join our ranks, you should know, we fight for our friends and allies too. One of our dearest friends, Delenda Axe Sister, follower of Babeester Gor has been taken from us and we are going to get her back. There are glories and riches in this for all of us. It is not with shame, that we stand here to ask your help in returning to the bosom of the Earth mother, but with anger. One of us has been taken Stolen from our midst. And for the sake of Eiritha, Ernalda and Babeester Gor, we will have her returned. I follow Vinga, so for me this is a sacred duty, for many of you it might not be, but in a situation like this, who is to say who the next priestess, or initiate might rank from those you follow. Her captors showed no fear of anyone, until I turned up and made him run here. I'd seek to settle this once and for all, so that if anyone wishes to take any of those who worship the Earth, there will be a heavy price to be paid for it."

Nine braves step forward and begin to take the oaths, each stepping forward to embellish their deeds and talk the talk...

Amara's speech receives several nods from martial looking women in the crowd, though most pass by, heading deeper into the earth.

A priestess from the High Llama Tribe indicates that Amara should follow them once the oath taking is finished, it looks like she agrees with what the Ranger had to say.
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As Grundar takes his oath, Melock grins at the thought of another Raven amongst the Rangers, but his grin vanishes when Amara speaks to the keen onlookers and talks about their missing friend. When the nine step forward, a feeling of pride flows through him for being a part of something that others not only see as worthy but also want to join. Melock casts an eye over the new braves to see if any follow the Feathered Rivals.

Amara beamed with pride at the braves who'd chosen to join their number and was well satisfied that her appeal had been heard by more than a few in the crowd. Earth magic might give them enough of an edge to win against the trolls. Though she wondered how many of the new rangers might balk at the idea of fighting the Uz. She greeted each of the new rangers asking them about their origins and skills once they'd taken the oath.

But a high llama priestess? That might be a really valuable person to know well. Amara was surprised. Some of the things she'd hoped for at the wall, might start falling her way.

Henal smiles seeing so many step up to join the Rangers and after they take the oath starts talking to them. He is seeing if any follow the rivals already, particularly Thunderbird.

There's a bit of a commotion though as four of the braves are refused by Emesh-Ga, they are Sable nation and the ancient spirit finds their reasons for joining to be false. Despite some jeering and pushing from the newest recruits the four braves leave without trouble.

The remaining five are Bison riders, clanless by the looks of it, outlaws each and everyone, but Emesh-Ga has accepted them and they now have a new home.

All wear the feather of Thunderbird in their hair.

Ohanzee smiles as he considers More Thunderbirds to draw a winger over the eyes of. Too easy!

And as the ceremony continues his attention drifts slowly away.

I promise! declares Grundar, pride rising in his chest. I promise! I feel the call! He looks back to his friends for their approval, and sees Amara's acknowledgement and Melock's smile. As other braves step forward, he places his hand on their shoulders in turn in encouragement and then for some in welcome as they to are added to their number, and to others in consolation as they are not. Being first, he feels it is his responsibility as the one with 'experience'.

Amara felt crestfallen as some of the braves had to leave, but it was for the best. She'd prefer to have someone willing to stand at her side and Emesh-Ga was the best judge of those fitting enough to be rangers. She'd hoped to draw some more variety to their ranks than having only warriors, but it was better to have strength as their numbers grew. Soon they'd need smiths and craftsmen too.

She wondered if she went to the Orlanthi temple if she might persuade any Vinga followers to join the cause.

With the oath taking over the Eirithan holy day celebrations continue. Lay members, which include all men present, can go no further but join in with the general prayers as those below enter the god time to perform the necessary heroquests to protect the herds and tribes…

Ohanzee congratulates Grundar and indeed the new Thunderbird following initiates. Then with Amara away deeper into the tunnels he pulls Melock aside and whispers to him
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Melock pats Grundar on the shoulder, "Welcome brother. With three Ravens in the Rangers, we'll be unstoppable." He laughs, still grinning Melock steps to the edge of the crowd with Ohanzee, but as he listens to him a conflicted look spreads across his face, Melock glances back and forth between the Priestess and the exit, finally he bows his head.

Ohanzee looks disappointed, then smiles and this turns into a grin as he whispers back
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Melock grins at Ohanzee's comments and watches him make his way to the edge of the crowd, before shouting to him, "Ohanzee, I've saved you a space at the front with me. hurry up or you'll miss the start."

Ohanzee smiles to himself ignoring Melock, who he realises can't see him anyway given his below average height and the other braves standing between im and the front ranks being far taller than him.

He slips away...

Grundar responds joyously to the pats on the back and the congratulations. It feels great, he thinks to himself, to be a part of something again. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed his fellow-tribe members since leaving them in pursuit of his sister, but now, with that gap filled by the Rangers, he finds himself truly happy again, at least for now. Not that winning at knucklebones and fighting fish wasn't fun of course!

Mulling over these things he misses the whispered exchanges between Ohanzee and Melock, and suddenly realises he's been left standing on his own. He grins to himself for being soppy and absent minded, and wanders off to try and find them...

The initiation over, Kobal greets Grundar with a firm but friendly headbutt.  "Welcome amongst us again, brother," he smiles.

He claps some of the other new Ranger recruits on their shoulders.  "Brothers!  It's good to have more Bison braves in our group."  He looks around to make sure Ohanzee, Melock and Grundar aren't within earshot.  "Those Ravens are a handful.  Like trying to herd hyenas, haha.  The more Thunderbirds the better."  His tone turns more serious, looking each brave in the eye.  "I see that you're exiles.  But our Lord Emesh-Ga has accepted you, and welcomed you.  And you have given your solemn oaths in return.  Whatever you did in the past, our Captain has overlooked, and so do we.  So we Rangers welcome you as well."  He spreads his arm to motion towards the rest of the Wandering Rangers.  "As you can see, our group transcends the tribes and the clans, just as the Feathered Rivals transcend the tribes and clans.  Hold your heads high again!  Now you have new family.  But honour your new bonds."

He hefts the shield he bears.  "You will need to find yourself a square shield, one of the markers of our band."

"I'm sure our friend Hoskar will be pleased to talk town the price of shields if all those who need one get him to front one deal with the arms shop" Temush suggests.

As one the braves announce that they are destitute and apart from their mounts and weapons own nothing.

Kobal sighs.  "Well, we'll see what we can do.  Hopefully Hoskar or Grundar will be able to get us a good deal on a bulk buy, haha."

As the Rangers mill about congratulating the newest members, someone pushes their way through the temple crowd, his passage heralded by the barks of a familiar dog.

It's Salen...

The crowd parted, willingly or otherwise, and there indeed stepped forth Salen, and as ever Mordy was right at his heels. He looked a little wiser, or perhaps more focused, or perhaps it was simply the absence of a cloud of smoke around him that made everything about him seem a little sharper - likely a temporary state, but noteable none the less.

He took a long look around at the new faces, and then turned his gaze on the older, more familiar ones. Salen smiled.

"Wotcher. More sacrifices for the greater good, huh?"

Kobal throws back his head and laughs, then grabs Salen with hands on both shoulders, giving the brave a headbutt.

"Did you track us all the way here?  You'll have to tell us your story.  Amara is within the Earth with the Eirithans.  But later we'll celebrate to welcome our new brothers."

He introduces Salen to the new bison brave recruits, pausing, waiting for each brave to name themselves.
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Henal embraces Salen with a headbutt of greeting. "Welcome back friend, now lets show these newcomers what the Rangers are all about."

He bends down and pets Mordy with his cats looking on with expressions of annoyance before he goes back to speaking to the new recruits.

Amara returns later from the ceremonies held below ground having secured the promise of help in the upcoming raid on the Troll lands. Several axe sisters will accompany her and she has been given a satchel filled with healing salves and potions to use as she sees fit. The three followers of Babeestor Gor have appropriate magics for fighting and have sworn to not rest until Delenda is free from Zorak Zoran. Until the Rangers decide to leave they will remain at the temple.

Amara nodded to the others as she rose from the depths with the Axe Sisters. Her face beamed a smile at Salen at the moment she saw him. "We have new brothers and some new friends in our attempt to wrest Delenda from the hand of the Trolls."

Kobal greets the Axe Sisters with a solemn bow of the head.  He doesn't want to hazard being too familiar with them.

Temush favours the Axe Sisters with his usual optimistic grin, but recollects that they may have a poor impression of those who lose one of their number to a hostile heroquester and keeps his mouth shut.

In the background, Hoskar has been quietly murmuring with each new Ranger, asking names and giving greeting. To each he has imparted a secret of the shield he bears: touch the foursquare shield and give of your spirit should ye seek the gift of strength.

He grins at references to bargaining for shields, but at Salen's arrival he breaks into the broadest of beams. Wotcha he winks. It is a fair wind that blew you here.

Returning Amara's beaming smile with one of his own Salen shook his head in recognition of a familiar problem. "Always someone in trouble...

Get used to it, new blood! The work of the Wandering Rangers is never done!"

He found Hoskar, at last, and returned his wink. "Fair winds make for swift journeys for Condor, and sharpen the senses. As ever, we will have to see what is unseen."

The ceremony takes the rest of the day, with worshippers walking in and out. There's a fair few city folk and farmers too, come to pay their respects and offer sacrifices to protect their own herd beasts for the coming winter.

[ooc] We can wrap this up and head back to Bexc for the evening if you so wish or move forward a few days with each of you going off and chasing down extra help