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Black Moon Rising [Semi-closed] - Momoka - 03-26-2016 (If you want to participate in my revenge plot, by all means let me know! And people noticing the aftermath of what happens, or coming along it while traipsing about the shroud is a-ok) Night falls upon the Shroud, the full moon casting its light upon the trees, stars glimmering in the peaceful silence. A cloaked figure walks slowly though the underbrush, each step deliberate, a black crescent moon stone clutched in one hand, a staff in the other.  The figure's masked face looks up at the moon, a smirk forming. Luck was on their side tonight, they had been tracking a small caravan of wildwood for two days now, watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Hands clutch the staff, clawed fingers curling around the wood. Balance must be restored, the figure thought. There had been suffering, and the revenge wrought would taste ever so sweet. Pausing to perch on a log by the encampment, they watch. The campfire had gone out hours ago it seemed, a small tail of smoke reaching for the sky all that suggested that anyone was there. The figure knew, that the inhabitants of the camp grew complacent. They thought they owned the Forest, blessed by elemetals to do as they wished.  The truth was known, however. These were lies fed to those the woodsmen deemed undesirable, to keep them from fighting back. To teach them their place, the woodsmen said. The figure knew the truth. The elementals were lies, uncaring unfeeling lies. The staff is gripped tighter, the stone placed into a pocket. Thoughts of a brother long gone, another left with scars, memories of pain, and but half a voice because of the woodsmen and their arrogance. The staff rises, the crescent moon on the end glinting in the moonlight.  Words whispered silently as power begins to swirl around feet firmly planted, robes whipping around in an unseen wind. "Rest now, in Moonlight's Embrace", followed by a croaked incantation, the staff being brought to point at the encampment. At first, nothing, then slowly, surely, the air begins to warp and bend with heat. A high pitched screech of pain erupts from one of the bedrolls, followed by cries of agony from the other elezen who had no way to know what hit them. Finally, a bright blue light erupts from the air, white hot flames engulfing bodies, bedrolls, tents.  The screams of horror and pain rise, until finally, silence. Nothing in the camp remains, a blackened bit of earth the only evidence of what had transpired. The staff was lowered, lips curling into a smile with a tilted head, surveying their work. Five wildwood were gone, never to torment another again. With a satisfied nod, the figure turns and walks away, before vanishing into the night.