[TAOWolf]

Preparing for battle...
After she has unloaded her pouches and pack with what she will need, she stands stretching. Removing her cloak, she picks up her pack and carries them to her wolves, laying the cloak within their protection and motioning them to lay down around it, putting the youngers ones on top of it. She sets her pack in the protective area then turns back and walks around the grove, trailing a finely ground powder of belladonna mixed with dandelion and marigold from her ungloved fingers.

She then goes back to where she has layed out the materials she will need, and picks up two pieces of ginger root carved with runes. These she takes to each megalith in the horseshoe, and rubs them upon the cool stone.

Picking up a container of beeswax mixed with baneroot, she walks back to her wolves, and rolling bits of this up, puts it in each of her wolves ears, and then hers.

This will help dampened the chill and numbing of the undead brothers...She mindspeaks to her wolves..

She goes to the fire ring that sits in the apex of the horseshoe and sits down next to it, and proceeds to take off her boots and shirt. Reaching back she plaits her long hair into two complex braids that swing well below her hips. Wearing only leather pants, bracers on both shins and forearms, she dons a leather breastplate, decorated with ancient runes and symbols.

The last time she donned such armor tries to enter her mind, but she gently pushes it back, as now is not the time to become distracted... The runes upon her body begin to glow a soft blue as she paints symbols upon the flesh showing on her body with blue woad... She finishes by drawing two spirals on each cheek, then sets the willow brush down.

Her eyes begin to change, taking on the wolfish characteristics of her spirit side, and she picks up her staff, touching the crystal moonstone to the firepit.

Purple and silver flames burst into life, throwing immense light into the grove, dispelling the shadows back to the edges.

She takes two runes, Fehu and Berkana made of ancient igneous rock containing olivine and slams these together in front of her...

An invisible vibration starts in the ground 15 feet in front of her, spreading out to encompass the ground in front of her to the forest edge 35 feet away... lifting her face to the wind, her eyes shift to silver, the shadows of wolves running across her pupils as she lifts her voice to the wind chanting the ancient words to a spell...

The ground begins to groan and shift, what was once solid begins to turn... the rocks begin to liquify, the dirt becomes muddy and the ground changes to quicksand... The grass waves wildly during the changing, then settles back, providing a camoflauge layer to hide the deadly quicksand beneath...

She throws the runes onto the ground, one to the east and one to the west, where they slowly sink into the mire, holding and protecting the spell..

She quickly turns back to the other items, and categorizies these into the spells she will use, and then turns, facing the south, one ungloved hand upon her staff, the other on her hip. She throws no shadow, as this has been stolen, but curiously, barely seen is the shadow of her wolf side. She waits, as the wind gently blows her plaited hair back and forth like the pendulam of a clock.. ticking off the minutes....

[ 02-17-2005, 01:05 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]