In the Bloodmoon caves

Theldra is seen sitting patiently outside the caves, looking at the stars above as the fourth moon passes by.
She then closes her eyes and meditates calmly until the sun was seen climbing the distant horizon , it's warm bright rays then beaming through the trees touching Theldra's face. She squinted lightly then pushed herself up to her feet and headed inside the caves to call out a tribal meeting with the other elders.

It is time..... Chief has not yet returned.. " she had looked over the others with a serious frown" The time to trial our best , and to bring our new male champion to become new chief of our Tribe!! round up our warriors!! Meet in the pits " she grunted loudly " May the Champion of this day lead our tribe into greatness!!

*Lujufu would observe the trials if allowed*

Bludmuk strides into the caves towards the pit, heavy footed his pace echos through the tunnels. He stops dead center of the pit, his head hung low as he unsheathes a great blade from his back and holds it high. Any true Bloodmoon would recognize the great relic, the symbol of Chieftain for the tribe, the blade Ikkath wielded before he was slain.

Bludmuk raises his head and looks at those gathered. He roars "I am Bludmuk'Skagha! Spawn of Borlash. Brethern of Ikkath. By blood rite I am chief!" He swings the blade downward and stands aggressively "Any male whom wishes to challenge my rite, step forward and prove yourself"

((Intimidate score 37 - Any Bloodmoon player wishing to challenge me for leadership of the tribe has till Sunday. Winner takes chief))

With no challengers willing to step forward, Bludmuk sheathes the blade.  "Nar Udautas" he mutters and leaves the pit.  Making his way to the throne, he stares at a banner of Malar before ripping it down.  "He who Watches, guides us now!"

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With no challengers willing to step forward, Bludmuk sheathes the blade.  "Nar Udautas" he mutters and leaves the pit.  Making his way to the throne, he stares at a banner of Malar before ripping it down.  "He who Watches, guides us now!"

*Lujufu scowls as the banner is torn down and promptly leaves the caves, out into the wilderness.*

*Lujufu returns a few days later in a triumphant mood. She holds high a Bloodmoon Spear to those she walks by. It is overgrown with drastically sharp thorns and they are completely fused into the weapon. She demands to speak to the new chief*