Lore: Cathedral of Omens Books/Blood Moon
THE BEGINNING
For SUN and MOON describe the skies, the firmament beyond;
Their whims will tell if tides are high, or if the day has dawned.
And fragile LIFE must hang below, a puppet on a thread.
And only choosing makes it so; to live in joy or dread.
THE CALAMITY
They called it THE RAVAGER, a beast with fur as black as sackcloth, and teeth dyed red as blood. It made no more than mutton of the bravest warrior. Fear fell like night. DEATH roamed Yaesha.
There were those who would have seen the beast slain. But THE RAVAGER was never much glimpsed but that THE DOE should follow. The green things of the jungle sprang from THE DOE's feet. And on what do green things grow if not the flesh of departed life? What would become of THE DOE if THE RAVAGER were felled? What would become of Yaesha?
For though they may struggle always, their struggle serves the balance, and keeps unharnessed DEATH from above, from descending upon us all.
THE BLOOD MOON
A Toast to Bloodmoonstide
Panfolk! Honor thy hunters! For the MOON is a hunter who stalks the stars, as THE RAVAGER is a hunter who stalks the brush and bracken! And lo! When the wheel of time turns round to Bloodmoonstide, sister SUN shines her opal fire hungrily upon the hunter MOON and his hunt is fair!
As they feast above, we hear THE RAVAGER below, howling from the forest’s edge! Keep him from your door fine Panfolk! Roast ye game and gaily gnash the sweetmeats! And above all, honor thy hunters!