the darker the night, the brighter the stars
On the night where the moon is fullest and high in the sky, the Order would convene once again to welcome new initiates into their ranks. They would come cloaked in darkness, hidden from scrying eyes, little more than nameless shadows in the night. The Brothers were few and proud – warriors committed to Caligo – summoned to her side as guardians and companions. They were unnamed and uncelebrated – faceless... Each existed only as Caligo’s vassals, trading their lives of luxury for one of servitude. Tonight, the next generation would rise to stand with Caligo. Tonight, they would take their oath and join the Brotherhood of the Night’s Order.
It is a night for wonder and reverence, where the moon is bright, bathing the world below in an otherworldly silver light. Night creatures hushed and strayed from this place, leaving nothing but blinking stardust and sallow moonlight to guide the initiates onward. As they climbed Veneror Peak, each recruit would find the anticipation growing. They would hear the whispers of generations past, urging them forward through the darkness, urging them toward something more than themselves - to purpose and to duty.
Caligo’s temple stands like a beacon in the moonlight, dark and ominous with rising towers of obsidian and onyx stretching like an outstretched hand toward the heavens. In its grasp, it holds the moon, silver light filtering through an open dome to shine upon the simple, dark interior. In a way, the minimalist nature of the temple mirrors the brothers of the Order themselves. Stripped of frills, Caligo’s shrine is an imposing picture of efficiency and honor. It does not need a gilded or jeweled throne to command reverence. Instead, there is beauty in the simplicity of Caligo’s house of worship.
Around the temple edges, the Brothers of Caligo’s Order stand. They make a striking statement, watching with dark eyes as her recruits filter into the temple in silence. There is no sound except the quiet shuffle of feet against onyx… for though tonight marks the initiation of the few, there would be no celebration or fanfare. Tendrils of wind play with the shadows, embracing each stallion as he enters this holy place, as if the breezes can see within their soul. In the darkness, they stand in orderly rows, one beside the next, faces trained skyward.
For a moment, nothing changes… but then, shadows build within the temple, drowning out the moonlight as an eerie hum rises from the Brothers. Door swing closed, shadows part, and in their place a single orb of silver light rises from the shadows. Its luminosity is matched only by the soft glow from crescent sigils on each shoulder, growing stronger with each ebb of the pulsing hum.
The ceremony has begun… is Tenebrae ready to take his place among the Stallions Who Swallowed the Sun?
It is a night for wonder and reverence, where the moon is bright, bathing the world below in an otherworldly silver light. Night creatures hushed and strayed from this place, leaving nothing but blinking stardust and sallow moonlight to guide the initiates onward. As they climbed Veneror Peak, each recruit would find the anticipation growing. They would hear the whispers of generations past, urging them forward through the darkness, urging them toward something more than themselves - to purpose and to duty.
Caligo’s temple stands like a beacon in the moonlight, dark and ominous with rising towers of obsidian and onyx stretching like an outstretched hand toward the heavens. In its grasp, it holds the moon, silver light filtering through an open dome to shine upon the simple, dark interior. In a way, the minimalist nature of the temple mirrors the brothers of the Order themselves. Stripped of frills, Caligo’s shrine is an imposing picture of efficiency and honor. It does not need a gilded or jeweled throne to command reverence. Instead, there is beauty in the simplicity of Caligo’s house of worship.
Around the temple edges, the Brothers of Caligo’s Order stand. They make a striking statement, watching with dark eyes as her recruits filter into the temple in silence. There is no sound except the quiet shuffle of feet against onyx… for though tonight marks the initiation of the few, there would be no celebration or fanfare. Tendrils of wind play with the shadows, embracing each stallion as he enters this holy place, as if the breezes can see within their soul. In the darkness, they stand in orderly rows, one beside the next, faces trained skyward.
For a moment, nothing changes… but then, shadows build within the temple, drowning out the moonlight as an eerie hum rises from the Brothers. Door swing closed, shadows part, and in their place a single orb of silver light rises from the shadows. Its luminosity is matched only by the soft glow from crescent sigils on each shoulder, growing stronger with each ebb of the pulsing hum.
The ceremony has begun… is Tenebrae ready to take his place among the Stallions Who Swallowed the Sun?
It is the darkest night of the year, and the brothers have gathered to welcome in the new as they reaffirm their dedication to their goddess. Is @Tenebrae ready to join them?
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