Bone Temple Burnwatch:
More Elder Boneburners have arrived. Many don’t have a firm physical representation (or choose not to for this purpose), and are seen only as dark, semi-transparent, nebulous forms. While no one has explicitly said not to approach the Bone Temple, we just know to stand back farther than usual. It looks like a river of darkness is circling the Bone Temple widdershins, with silent and ancient ‘Tired Of Your Shit’ wading along the rippling current.
More Boneburners sit on the mounds of bones around the temple and just watch. Any talk is held away and out of sight. I haven’t seen a single raven, but then again, the temple is vast, and I am only looking through my eyes.
There is one word that dominates the silence. Unspoken, it is prayer, invocation, threat, and promise. It is the flash in the eyes of those that have to leave. It is the mortar that sets the jaws of those that just arrived. Each step of the circling Boneburners whispers it. Each random shriek from within the temple confirms it.
Soon.