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.The most holy of places for any self-respecting Garou. (Shifters and Kinfolk Only)
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Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *after some time, his work has cleared what little the Wyld has done to make the Caern different, seeming proper now as then with a wolfish grin he transforms into a timber-wolf with the same markings as the Crinos form & pads-off into the woods for a breakfast* [OOC: And out on 2017-05-29 @ 07:20/04:20 EDT/PDT]
: When will YOU rage? Huh. when. when ya gonna rage?
Winter's Rage (Elder Philodox Wendigo): *The massive white artic wolf slowly stalks in. Circling thrice and taking in that old familiar scent. Trots and and sits raising his snout to the wind and howling long and mournfully*
Winter: *his howl says "Where have all my brothers and sisters gone? Where are the strong and noble protectors of Gaia. I will never forget you My noble and glorious cousins."
Winter's Rage (Elder Philodox Wendigo): *Raises head to the sound of faraway howls*
Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *after some time enters and looks about, having heard the howl* [Sorry was out of town there, Winter's Rage, and missed you by four days]
Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *sniffs and notes a fellow 'brother' of the North Winds has ben around. With a wolfish grin he pads into the bawn this night, feeling something off there* [Gone for Now]
Winter's Rage (Elder Philodox Wendigo): *the huge white artic wolf sniffs the air*
Winter's Rage (Elder Philodox Wendigo): *huffs, and lays his Massive head back unto forepaws and lays in the shadow u derived a pine that rest near a cool sprin runoff* (07.24.17, 12:15 p.m EST)
Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *a timber-wolf pads through and is downwind of a resting Artic wolf, which it notices but does not approach at this time, and continues it's patrolling of the area*
Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *looks about as he checks to make sure all is in order* ''Update' about every 8-10 minutes, I am]
Grey-Skies-of-Winter: *pads back into the brush near a trail* [seems I missed Rage-player by a day (was "The most recent statement was made 22 hours ago" when I cam in), and waited for roughly an hour to see again. Seems fate was not on my side, so I may check back during the Witching hour in EDT tonight, or before another day is up 2017-07-25 @ 13:05 EDT]
: (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): "Hookay hey as they say, I come with respect and peace to the packs, to the spirits, to the mother, and the moon. I am Memphis Walker, and I would sleep in a natural place for a time."
Memphis Walker (SS/H/A/1): *he finds a place to camp and settle, and pay his respects to spirits and Garou alike. And rests under a sun beam, eyes closing*
Memphis Walker (SS/H/A/1): *gone*
: *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*