Purity Ritual
Glorious was your victory this day even though it could have ended in tragedy. You could have rushed across the portal to the dark lair of the Wyrm itself. There you would have lost all you are and emerged as a blasphemy against all you revere. Not only you did not do that but you gathered the tribes and led the offensive. Two Maeljins have fallen to your combined arms, two monsters banished from the world and sent screaming to Malfeas. Songs are sung of lesser victories, legends are made of lesser fights, heroes are revered for far less a deed.
However your spirit is troubled by the Wyrm's curse on your tribe and kin. Now the Corrupter hates you with all the passion of its dark spirit. Your land will be defiled again and again as long as a single Howler lives for what the Wyrm loathes he strikes with all the forces at its disposal. Thus you are not in the mood for a great and raucous celebration when you ought to be thanking the Emerald Mother for being alive and able to fight for her another day.
There's still a feast of course. The Fianna would not have it otherwise and you don't want to anger your closest neighbors. Still it's a more solemn affair than one could have imagined. You send the dead to their way, you howl in prayer, you stand vigil with the rest of the tribesmen that admit having been tempted by the portal and its dark secrets. None of the others tribes begrudge you even if the Get and the Fianna are surprised by your new restrained behavior. Some are even happy with your decision and you speak many hours with the representatives of the Uktena and Shadow Lords on the aftermath of a powerful Wyrm-Servant's defeat.
At dawn their shamans join yours in the cleansing of the site and you are grateful because the extent of the task frightened you. The portal sat in the heart of a network of caves hewn in a northern mound where nothing lived. With Gifts and lupine strength you erase the place from existence quite decisively. Ithaeurim call the nearby river to drown the hallways and carry the filth that remains to the raging sea, while some of your own collapse these corridors that lead to depth you prefer to leave undisturbed. Runes exalting your victory are clawed in the stone walls while spirits of the Moon Choir accept to stand vigil alongside some of your tribesmen who consider themselves too tainted to continue to live. The Fianna help you lay them to rest, preserving their lives until an intruder would come. The Black Furies, Children of Gaïa and the Stargazers see to the mending of the Gauntlet in the central chamber, healing reality and realigning the place to Pangea rather than Malfeas.
All in all, it is a day of backbreaking work but you sense the sixteen tribes are strengthened by it. The future look brighter for you than it did in a long time.