Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131230051752

(I've just learned that a man is going to poke sharp tools in my mouth tomorrow. I had forgotten until now, which is horrible for me. I hate my dentist.)

The witch stopped them at the shrine, looking them over in silence for a moment. "Well? Aren't you going to present your offering, or are you going to pay me to do it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She could tell they hadn't come prepared, as there was a panic in all their eyes when they looked around the clearing. Well, all except the fellow Child of the Hunt, but he had no reason to be worried.

Makoru elbowed Jack, letting him know it was time for him to pay up. Jack turned up his pockets, discovering they were empty except for a small gold and emerald locket. He handed it over with a sigh and the witch took it, marveling the beauty of the necklace. She quickly pocketed the trinket with a smile and turned to the shrine, kneeling in front of it and chanting in a prayer to the Huntsman.

Two other witches, most likely still apprentices, came over and assisted in the chanting. With the sound like a thundering storm, spirits began to materialize from the gloom, great huntsmen that sat upon spectral steeds and glared down at the group. When the chanting reached its crescendo, a new form appeared. An ethereal stag appeared, looking down upon the group with disdain.

"Hail, Child of the Hunt. Who are these you have brought to me?" Hircine asked, glowering at the group. "Few who are not wolf-kin dare speak to me. Step forward, and introduce yourselves," he ordered, stamping a hoof on the ground.