[center][h2] [color=DarkGray]The Lycan Covenant[/color] [/h2] [/center]

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Vlath looked from the hide in has clawed hands to Bloodfang, he nodded at the Lycan warlord, satisfied with his performance "This is the first of many victories against this new land Grash, but I believe the Gods have been reassured of our strength. It is time to send a messenger to see if they will offer us a reward for our first victory." With that, Vlath ushered Boodfang out into centre of the settlement. Make shift huts were still being used but they had been built around Vlath's 'temple' which also happened to be a slightly larger tent. Vlath turned to Bloodfang "I want you to find me a sick soul, one who is ready to depart into the void. When you have done that, find Goldtooth and order him to prospect the area for a suitable lumber site. These tents will not be suitable forever." Bloodfang bowed and quickly went to complete the Voidcaller's task. 

As Bloodfang left, Vlath began drawing circles and symbols in the dirt while chanting quietly under his breath. Eventully everywhere 10 metres around him was covered in the strange runes. Now the Lycan returned to his tent to retrieve the wolf pelt and a fragile looking but ornate dagger, runes were also engraved into the dagger and it's very prescence seemed to drain the heat and light from the area around it. Taking the dagger, the Voidcaller cut the tip of his own index finger and painted a single runeinto the pelt with his blood. When completed the blood quickly dried into the pelt.  

As the Voidcaller completed the ritual area, Bloodfang arrived with a sickly looking Lycan; but there was zeal in his eyes as he saw the runes and patterns on the ground. "Do you know your purpose here?" Vlath asked the lycan. "To be a messenger to the Gods" The lycan replied. Vlath nodded  as he gestured for the ill wolf to lay on the bloody pelt he had placed in the centre of the circle. When the lycan lay on the ground, Vlath kneeled next him and began chanting "Numquam euntes ut dare vos autem" as he spoke, the voidcaller revealed the obsidian dagger from beneath his robes before delicatly placing it on the sick lycan's throat. "Numquam  euntes ut sit vos descendit" The voidcaller applied pressure and the knife cut through the sickly zealot's throat, he died without a whimper or cry. Vlath's work was not yet done, now he placed one of his hands over the fatal wound on the corpse and his other into the air; his chanting growing louder and drawing a larger crowd. "Numquam euntes ut  rursus circum et solitudinem vous" A glowing substance began to seep from the corpses wound, Vlath fell into silence as it entered his hand and the area seemed to darken around him. The runes began to glow an eerie purple. When the wound stopped seeping the glowing substance, the substance began to turn purple in the lycans hand. Vlath raised the substance into the air with both hands , held it tightly for a moment , and released it. The substance began to float into the air, it's colour randomly changing from purple to black as it eventually faded.  Vlath turned to the crowd, looking relatively tired "Now we wait for the God's response" He did not move from the corpse but instead cleaned the wound he had inflicted and began quietly chanting to himself as he awaited a response from the Gods.

Many of the younger lycans found this spectacle strange, perhaps even terrifying;but those who had seen it before would be waiting for a response from their God's eagerly, praying they had re-earned favour with them.