There's A Bad Moon On The Rise [Full Moon Festival]

It was with fresh new paint made of the blood of a recent kill that Czernobog would enter the gathering shortly after the ebony and golden woman he recognized as a high-ranking Abraxas. "Greetings, Ashiel, Malleus." he said as he came to sit in the thick of the group. He knew Malleus only by name from the last multi-pack meeting, though maybe it would be good to get to know him and others from the Risen Empire at some point. He was hardly a social creature, but he also wasn't foolish. The more he knew about the rest of the family the better.

He was interested to see what this would be all about, all he really knew was that there'd be healing and hunting. Czernobog was inclined to keep himself focused on the hunting part since herbs made no sense to him.