Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131230044434

The witch led the group through a narrow path that was enshrouded by trees, to the point where the werewolves completely vanished from view and it was hard to see more than five feet ahead due to the amount of tree limbs and tall grasses. When the trail finally reappeared, it led to a huge encampment of tents and other shelters. The many tents were made of a mix of bones, animals hides, and sturdy wood supports, with bedrolls and other pieces of furniture inside. The worshippers of Hircine, both skinwalkers and witches, either eyed them warily or payed no heed to them.

Shrines of rocks and bones sat in different intervals, and totems of strange fashion were strewn about the coven, giving it an even more savage look. Torches and braziers lit the clearing, so as those who were not wolf-kin could see more clearly in the night. In the very center of the encampment, a collosal stone statue to a deer-headed deity stared down at the party, as if already knowing their intent.

Jack was surprised they could hide such a large encampment, but did not question it. He severely doubted anyone would come looking for the witches anyways.

(I'll BRB. I might be done for the night. Depends.)