She comes...

Greyriver Steading

Ekero watched Voah with interest and fascination. The sun was setting and the moon was rising. He had seen enough rituals in his lifetime to know he was in the presence of one. He did not know if the woman was some sort of shaman or cleric of her faith but her words were laden with meaning and purpose, although he could not tell if they had any impact or even what she was trying to achieve. One thing was certain, no amount of spit could wash the blood from that stone.

He looked up at the woman and pointed to the sky.
"Sky stone." He said and grabbed a nearby handful of earth. He lifted his hand as high as he could, slowly bring it it down. When his arm was at waist level, he crumbled the chunk of earth, scattering small pieces of it across the forest floor below, indicating a large rock had broken into smaller pieces and hit the land.

"Uctilo'rhu rises." He said miming something that Voah didn't know was emerging from the impact.

Before she could ask more, a voice spoke from behind the two. It was a melodic voice and cold. No, not cold, distant would be a better description.

"No amount of prayers can cleanse away what that stone has seen." The voice of a woman. "No amount of benedictions could bring peace to the souls sacrificed here..."

They both turned to see a woman similar in height to Voah, draped in a dark, hooded cloak that hid most of her features and body. Her skin was pale, judging by her hands, chin, and mouth.

"Well met, Voah Sahnsuur. It's been too long since you've graced us with your presence..."