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Den Day Report: by Adrian “Cronin” Cronin

In the Month of the Owl, usually shortly before the Snow Moon, the Wolves of Voraniss celebrate Den Day. Gifts are exchanged and grand gestures are made in an effort to court potential mates for the spring. The Elves and Humans of Voraniss, because of recent cultural exchanges, have also begun celebrating the day in their own special ways.

Calandian Elves have been filling the forest with enchanting music. Songs of love, loss, and hope have been magically carried from Voraniss proper all the way to halls of Kenkilit. Woven gifts of the forest, featuring out of season flowers and other promises of spring have been a very popular gift this season.

Kenkilit, the town which houses Voraniss’ highest human population, has been using the cold as an excuse for more… private exchanges of love and affection. The saying, “There are finer ways to stay warm in Kenkilit,” has become a common one. It has been my policy within my halls to, “always cast Aura of Protection.”

The Werewolves have celebrated as they always have; bringing gifts of hunted game to potential mates within their dens, or starting fights with other wolves to show off their combat prowess. Most of the fights are superficial at best, with no real danger involved. Lust can be a powerful motivator but next to the love of the pack, there is no equal.

Where it gets interesting for myself and the other Druids is observing the unlikely pairings within our more prominent members and how they are celebrating. Tulkhan brought Evie to hysterics when he brought her the carcass of a rabbit. He was very confused. Evie is renowned for her love of rabbits and jackalopes. He later made it up to her with a beautiful necklace that he handmade and the two seem more in love than ever. Elowen, my own daughter, has been courted by Asher, one of my most loyal warriors. His efforts to shower her with gifts of flowers and sweets seems to at least humor the Wood Elf, though her people are known for being a bit more direct about their desires, especially the women.

Abounding jokes about who the mayor of a town made of bones is have been running rampant… strong cases were made for both Helkias Blackraven and, the fairest of them all, High Druid Gavin the Green. This particular humor often escapes me for I know of no such place.

Yes, love is in the air in Voraniss. Mogar has even been witnessed tied to a tree with that strange look in his eye. My only fear is Tree-ents with tusks…

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Elowen’s Story: By Gisella (Elowen) Aguirre

I can hear yelling in the distance. The smell of fire fills the air. In a haze, I sit up in my bed just as my father bursts through the door. He yells at me to wake my mother and sister and grab some provisions. I look behind him to the opening of the door to what seems like an all out massacre. I quickly dress and go to where my sister and mother were sleeping. My father grabs his bow and tells me goodbye. Confused at first, I understand what he means for us to do. I argue with him and tell him I want to help but he tells me that our safety is more important. I oblige. My mother, sister, and I sneak our way through the village as we see friends strewn about, slaughtered. Men, women, children, no one is spared. As we make our way to the forest, I look back and see my father fighting valiantly, he notices me and nods to me. I see a figure approach him, I have to stifle a scream as the sword goes through my fathers chest. I wake up covered in sweat. It had been a while since I dreamt about that night. 84 years to the date.

I was born in the mid-winter of the year 192 in a village a few miles south east of Corbach. My home was called Endora. We were a peaceful village deep in the woods. We were known for our hunting skills and our Lavender Mead. My father, Rowan, was the leader of our village hunting group. My mother, Illania, was one of the village’s seamstress’. Our family’s symbol was the stag, which was very fitting as our surname is Feenat, which means deer. In the spring of 214, my sister Lyhra was born. She was more like my mother and helped with sewing and cooking, while I looked up to my father more. To my mother’s objections, we would sneak off in the early morning and he would teach me how to hunt and the way of the sword. On my 100th birthday, my parents presented me with a necklace in the shape of a stag, made by my father. My mother gifted me a beautiful dress, and Lyhra gave me a sundial compass. Things were quiet, peaceful, and happy until the night of autumn 933.

I was able to get my mother and sister out safely and ran into some of the other villagers as well. It seemed there were not many of us that managed to escape. We kept walking while the fires of Endora lit the sky. I have no idea how long we walked till we found a place safe enough to rest. I, along with two other women took shifts keeping watch while the others managed to sleep. I prayed to our god Rillifane Rallathil for protection of our people, and fell asleep. The sun piercing through the trees is what woke me up. We managed to find berries and went hunting for food, thanking Solonor Thelandira, our god of the hunt, when I caught a wild boar and some wild rabbits. After everyone was fed, we preceded to venture forth deeper into the woods. We came upon an area that was well hidden and decided to set up there. We managed to live there for a good seventeen years, then decided to keep moving. We became nomads and lived within the woods for the next sixty seven years.

This morning, after waking up from that nightmare, I went out exploring for our next location and noticed smoke in the distance. My curiosity got the better of me and I found myself making my way towards it. As I neared the source, I could hear fighting. I made my way up into the trees to get a better view and assess the situation. A pair of goblins were attacking a caravan. There was a tall burly man, a dwarf, and a magician alongside 3 other men fighting the creatures. I inched my way closer to them and snapped one of the branches, which caught the attention of one of the goblins. As it began charging towards me, and I jumped out of the tree sword in hand. I defeated the goblin with little difficulty, keeping to my fathers discipline and immediately ran to the aid of the rest of the group. Together we are able to defeat all of the goblins. The tall man introduced himself as Cronin the Barbarian, who seems to be the leader, the dwarf is named Helkias the Blackraven,  the magician is Ruthade, and the other two are named Critta and Quatra. Odd names for an odd bunch. They told me they are on their way to Rhiassa and Cronin invites me to come along. He claims he is in need of more swords. I tell them that I am grateful for the invitation and that I just need to gather some personal belongings and then I promptly returned to my mother and sister. I made it back to our hideout and when I told them about my encounter I could see my mother get upset. She argues that I should stay out of the outsider’s troubles and it would be better if I stayed with her, safe and secure. I tell her that our people need protection and that regardless of her thoughts, I would be going. She walks away from me as I try to say farewell. My sister, with a sad look in her eyes, agrees with my point. She hugs me goodbye and hands me a satchel full of provisions as I tell her to take care of mother and head back to the men. Corellion give me strength I pray as I wave to the men upon my return.