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defense of our woods. Our Hunt starts tonight!" | defense of our woods. Our Hunt starts tonight!"'' | ||
- [[Rhawon Ladrennbenn|Rhawon Ladrennbenn's]] final rallying cry in | - [[Rhawon Ladrennbenn|Rhawon Ladrennbenn's]] final rallying cry in | ||
Revision as of 17:07, 30 June 2018
| Allied Tribes of the Wodewoses |
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| Guildmaster: The Wyldewald |
| Guild Champion: Rig-Wilde |
| Guild Administrator: Landspeaker |
| Associated with: Serenwilde |
"We were borne from the soil of the Verdant Land. Will we not fight for it?! Will we not be its sword, its arrow, its heart!? Let no one stand in our way, brothers and sisters, in defense of our woods. Our Hunt starts tonight!"
- Rhawon Ladrennbenn's final rallying cry in the Second Battle of Oleavnir
Once a motley of fierce clans that fell during the Nature Wars, the Allied Tribes of the Wodewoses have nonetheless risen again, inheriting a 600-year old tradition that honours the ways of the wild forest. For them, the land of Serenwilde is a living, breathing entity where the cycles of life and death, predator and prey, manifest, and it shapes each Wodewose individually and communally. Indeed, the vast tribes differ in region, aesthetics and totemic folklore, but their shared spirituality finds common cause in the rallying care for the Serenwilde and participation in the 'Wild Hunt,' a celebratory ritual where these men and women engage in the primal tug of life.
Painted in shades of green, black and yellow, the Wodewoses stalk through the thick boughs of the northern woods and leave no hint of their passage; armed with nature magic and the tools of war and trade, they combine the knowledge of various disciplines to keep safe what they deem sacred.