The Bawn

So, the host provider did an emergency update and reboot on all their servers (Thanks Spectre/Meltdown). That took the server down earlier for a bit and ever since it's been back up, it's been a little laggy (which is also causing the counter to suck). Everything seems to be set up to run properly on my end. Hopefully, the provider will sort itself out over the course of the next day or so.

This is the Bawn of the Caern. There is a campground feel to the place where Kinfolk, Bastet, Garou and other shifters meet in a vibrant, if occasionally explosively violent, wooded environment.(Shapeshifters and Kinfolk only)

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Guardian Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *brow farrows, as his hand tightens and loosens his grip on the stick on the stick* Your, full name. *said less as a question and more as an Order, follows by a grumbling/growl under his breath*

David "White-Devil" Fionndamh : He figured the question to expand was going to be asked, though his eyes go wide with the following growl and its meaning. "I'm White-Devil, a Gallard of the Fianna. I apologize, for I thought I was not within the Bawn of this Caern," david says in a calming voice, before adding, "And migh I ask who I am before?" ((Net conductivity issues))

Guardian Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *he nods, seeming to accept the answer from this stanger of the Fianna* I'm Grey=Skies-of-Winter, Philodox of the Wendigo & a Guardian of the Sept of the Silver Moon. *mood slightly lightens with* You are right at the edge of, and some others might not have taken as kindly, White-Devil. *chuckles about something* [Okay]

David "White-Devil" Fionndamh : He nods, and asks, "Is the Silver Moon a sept of only the Pure Ones?" For David does not want to cross some lines, especially being Pack-less.

Guardian Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *frowns at David's question, though also understands why, with the lack of other scents in the area* It was at one time, though the Children of Gaia have it were we are more welcoming to all, as long as you bring no troubles to this place. *sighs* I'll tell the Warder that you are at the edge, and I accept you, but until an elder speaks to you, do not venture into the main Caern. *smirks* And though I do not know what it is, I do know you are a Metis. And, for you to be traveling at your age means you are a survivor, something the Nation needs. *looks at the sky* Though, I have other duties to attend.

David "White-Devil" Fionndamh : He relaxes a little with the situation explained, and nods with a quiet, "Thank you, Guardian. Though, I did not plan on staying in the area Long."

Guardian Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *as he turns his back to Leave, as a sigh of trusting this person* Grey is fine, and among the Mortal's I am known as Ranger Raymond Baxter, David. *thinks* The only other Sept I know of is within the heart of a Junkyard, and was controlled by Walkers & Gnawers. If you think that would be better for you, it is your call. At this time we have no quarrel with. *leaves to go back on patrol*

Guardian Grey-Skies-of-Winter: [Gone @ 10:45 EDT]

David "White-Devil" Fionndamh : He nods to the retreating form, before starting to pack up things into his pack that he removes from a tree that one end of his tent/hammock was tied-off to. David thinks he might wander a bit, see if he can find anyone at the other Caern. If not, at least within the bawn here, he has a place to stay it seems. ((Gone at 10:50am Eastern US))

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Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *a young man [Caucasian, although Native American facial features are clear/ late 20's/ about 6'6"/ around 350 lbs of well toned muscle/ brown hair/ tanned skin/ midnight brown (almost black) eyes/ wearing a deer-skin jacket (with a Wendigo glyph on the back), t-shirt, jeans, sport-boots, fingerless gloves and an earth-tone satchel over left shoulder] appears at the edge of the woods [Gamestats: Pure Breed; 2/ App; 2/ Form; Glabro (Merit: Fair Glabro)] and looks about and sniffs* No new scents, other than that of a fresh spring. *sighs as he follows the trails deeper*

Grey-Skies-of-Winter: [OOC: And out. Last posts of "David 'White-Devil' Fionndamh" was over 3 weeks ago, and my time-out is on 2017-05-29 @ 07:20/04:20 EDT/PDT]

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David "White-Devil" Fionndamh: A white wolf slips between the leaves like moon-light, settling somewhere for the night.

: (As the Eclipse passes over Kansas City, the Gauntlet ripples with the energies, as even the most jaded hearts seek out ways to observe in wonder!)

Memphis Walker (SS/H/A/1): *The man enters the area and seems to sniff the air as he does so. He's a broadshouldered man, and appears to be of middle eastern descent. His nose is pronounced, but not to the point of comedy, and while he has a full beard, he keeps it neatly trimmed and short. He's wearing a leather jacket, solid walking shoes, and a pair of jeans that look very well worn.*

Memphis Walker (SS/H/A/1): *And he relaxes, just a bit. Here in the bawn he can feel the spirits all around. No Theurge he, but he's in tune enough to enjoy the sensation of security and sanctuary that is growing the deeper he gets*

Memphis Walker (SS/H/A/1): *And deeper he goes into the caern*

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: *in comes a girl with LARGE bags and starts decorating the church with Crochetted and Knitted Blankets/Hats/Scarfs/Gloves all over for any and all who are in need or want*

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Caern of the Silver Moon (0)
The most holy of places for any self-respecting Garou. (Shifters and Kinfolk Only)
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Vast expanse of lakefront property fringed by woods. One can expect to see the shore abound with fun and frolic as any lake would... only this fun and frolic is done exclusively at night. The Garou are lords of this land, others should tread carefully.
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A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.

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