#beast conclave

The sparks flickered in the kindling as the flint was struck, a few more strikes following suit before the light smoldering grows.. and the flames flicker up in the ring of stone. The short framed ranger uses her axe to sharpen and drive a series of wooden stakes into the earth around the fire, piercing the thick chunks of river beast meat onto them before settling, allowing the growing scent of cooking meat to begin to fill the air as she dried various herbs gathered from the forest on the stone fire ring.

As the herbs dried and crackled the ranger sat, eyes closing and exhaling slowly as her fingers dug slightly into the soft earth, a gentle green glow beginning to spread from the soil and up her arms as she channeled the ancient natural magics.. breath exhaling slowly and steadily before being drawn in and left out once more. Despite the warmth of the fire nearby her breath appeared cold, misty with a green tint to it as she began to breath into the base of the fire.. fueling the flames with magic drawn from the forest.. the flames flickering.. crackling and beginning to glow a bright yellow.

Reaching as the flames grew brighter and taller, the dried herbs were crushed and spread into the flames, a snapping of magic rippling about as the flames flared into a deep and lush green. The cooking meats dripped as they roasted over the enchanted flames.. the welcoming scent of cooking food fading from the air as if channeled.. following a single drifting line into the deep and dark forest beyond the fire and ritual space.

For many hours the ranger sat, eyes closed and almost meditating as she muttered the ritual words.. the sun overhead starting on it's way down as the snap of a branch drew the ranger's attention. A creature taller than herself gave a deep growl as it stepped from the shadow.. circling as the ranger stood, reaching to pick up one of the stakes of meat... she says nothing as she offers the cooked meat towards the creature, who's mighty maw rips it from the stake, biting deep and hard as it gulps down the enchanted foodstuffs.

It took little time before all the offered meat was gone and the scaled beast stood before the ranger.. her hand raising slowly and being held out. A deep snorting sniff made her tense a moment before it stepped forward, muzzle pressing into the offered hand as the deep green glow of the flames seemed to spread from the meat in it's belly, spreading across the creature and up to it's head as the ritual began it's final moments. The aura spreads as the ranger began once more to chant, her fingers being engulfed first as the magic bonding began, the pair staring at eachother as her voice echoed in the trees.. only going silent as the magic reached the top of her head and her eyes flickered with green druidic magics.

All hail Maro, the most badass of ravens. (”The Black Pheonix”, as the co-DM called him)