A Funeral for the Alpha

It was a warm day for late winter. The sun shone bright, the animals of the forest were awake and moving, after a short winter’s nap. But on this beautiful warm winter’s day, an area of shadow loomed over the manor house. A large, bearded man walked up to the guarded doors and was allowed to pass without question: The guards knew the time had come. Griswald, as the man is known, was escorted down to the crypts with a full honor guard in his wake. In the Crypt Aralia waited solemnly with the Baroness, tears glittering in her eyes. Griswald went into the crypt, paused for a moment, and looked at the remains of the Great Alpha, his sire, laying in the cold space before gently picking up his body. As he exited the crypt, the honor guard saluted and held their weapons in honor position.  As Griswald walked down the hall, Aralia and the Baroness walked behind him. As they all passed, the honor guard followed in formation behind them. When they got outside, many members of the township of Elmerton were waiting outside and followed the honor guard. The procession headed towards the town’s shrine to Gwendolar in silence and even the woodland creatures seemed to bow their heads as they passed. At the Shrine, Verdod is waiting, and slightly dirty, and looking slightly angry. The grave for the Great Alpha had been dug in a grassy grove slightly west of the obelisk, and was lined with furs. Offerings had also been left alongside and in the grave.

Verdod and Griswald wrapped the Great Alpha’s body in the furs and lowered him gently into the grave, allowing everyone to pay their respects. Among them was Lynsara and Wilfamin Clearwater. The latter gazed upon the scene sadly and whispered an incantation sending an aura of tranquility around the area and causing an early growth of vegetation to sprout from the frosted ground. Ancient words written to send forth loved ones to the next life were spoken by the Baroness while Verdod, Griswald and Aralia covered the grave with sanctified burial dirt. Finally a Grave Marker was set for the Great Alpha under a sky filling with clouds. Remarkably, sunlight seemed to surround the grave and stayed this way until night time when then the sky cleared and the crescent moon shone brightly over the grave. All through the land the howls of wolves, werewolves, and wolfkin echo.

these are the events as recorded by Elgin Prokaire, wandering scribe

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