RP:Purging the Evil Glowing Tree

From HollowWiki

Part of the Protection of Enchantment Arc


This RP describes the Purging of the dark forces encroaching on Enchantment at and around the Evil Glowing Tree which leads into the Shadow Gnome's area of the Underdark

Purging the Evil Glowing Tree

Preparations at Along the Mystical Stream

Myrall
Thea
Nathifa
Tranzier
Valkor
Tiphareth
Liadan
Gwenilyn
Sanmichel


Thea looks pleased as she spots the trio nearby, "Greetings."

Nathifa rests her flowery head on the Avian's shoulder, keeping her hands still pressed against the trembling tree's bark so her energy is channeled to it. With a bright smile, she looks up at Demiour and kisses his cheek, "I've been wonderful! I've been up all day keeping an eye on this tree. She's lovely, isn't she?"

Nathifa said to Thea, "Hello, Miss Thea!"

Thea said to Nathifa, "Hello there, dear. How do you fare?"

Nathifa said to Thea, "I'm alright, a little tired, though. I stayed up all night keeping an eye on the tree. She's fun to talk to! How are you?"

Tranzier brings with him a warm, sedating wind that swirls around those gathered. The pixie flits about, surveying first the tree and then the area around it before settling next to Thea.

Thea 's normally bright features would surely show her weary state as well from the recent restless nights, "Aye, much the same. Perhaps you should rest?"

Tiphareth nods to the crowd. The old man seemingly content to sit on a nearby stump, resting his aged bones for the upcoming ritual

Tranzier flits over to Nathifa, and pats her head. "You have done wonders for the tree, little one. Thank you."

Valkor comes to take his watch and spies the gathered group.

Thea takes immediate notice of Valkor, friendly smile being issued to her giant friend, "Good eve, Valkor."

Nathifa giggles softly when her head is patted, giving Tranzier a bright smile, "You're welcome, Mister Tranzier! I'm happy I could help!"

Thea closes the distance between she and Liadan, taking a moment for introduction of the new acquaintance to the others, "And this is Liadan. She too is here to aid us with the tree." Tranzier said to Liadan, "Thank you for your help as well."

Tranzier moves off to scout the ground to the south

Nathifa said to Liadan, "Hello Miss Liadan!"

Valkor bows deeply to the queen and the others. He stands and slaps the flat of his sword to his chest in salute. "Greetings, good lady Thea."

Tranzier doesn't know what is more disturbing... that the vampire has Genital Warts and Gonorrhea or the fact that it LOOKS like he has them.

Liadan had, up until then, been watching those gathered as any might do in an unfamiliar crowd. When

Thea stepped forth to introduce her however the dancer offers a grin and a quick curtsy, I'm glad to help. She says by way of response to Tranzier before turning her attention to Nathifa, Hullo to you too. Who might you be?

Thea is distracted, cool viridians flitting over to the vampire, "Still 'tapping' the trees? Or have they given protest as yet?"

Nathifa lifts a hand away from the tree briefly to wave to Liadan, smiling warmly to her, "I'm Nathifa!"

Liadan said to Nathifa, "It's a pleasure to meet you. This, I presume, is the tree then."

Tranzier said to Thea, "I was thinking, once the tree is handled we still have the moss to contend with. "

Nathifa said to Liadan, "Yep, this is the Trembling Tree! There's a scary looking tree south of here...It's hurting her!"

Tranzier said to Liadan, "This tree is the one we are trying to save. Go south to see the source of our troubles."

Thea said to Tranzier, "Once the tree is destroyed, the moss should be as well.. I thought?"

Tranzier said to Thea, "I have no idea, but I think it best to plan for every possibility. I say we burn it and everything it is on. The trees, the ground... everything. "

Liadan would turn her eyes to the south, brows knitted and expression thoughtful 'neath the brim of her hat. She nods silently before her path is turned toward the 'troublesome tree'.

Tranzier said to Thea, "Burning is the only way to be sure, and nature herself burns forests when they become too overgrown. It makes way for new life to spring."

Thea hands over the cloak borrowed from Tranzier the previous night, "You may need this more than I tonight, dear."

Thea gave 1 Cloak-of-Purifying Flames to Tranzier.

Liadan , as Tranzier had said to, had her eyes downcast, following the path of the taint. Lips curl into a slight frown before she asks (what with being unaware of it up until now), How can you be rid of it?

Tranzier takes the cloak happily, and puts the living flames over his shoulders once again. "I hope you are right. I could not bear it if you end up being the one who needs it." He nods, and then adds, "Shall we tell the troops the plan?"

Thea smiles upon spotting Gwenilyn, moving closer to the fellow pixie and her giant husband, "Good eve, Gwenilyn. Have you and Valkor rested for the evenings task?"

Valkor shakes his head and speaks to Thea, "Fungus is not just on the surface, but it has attached itself to the very roots...I would know." He looks around almost ashamed.

Thea nods to Valkor, "Aye, but its roots are to be purged as well, my friend. We will take every precaution as Tranzier says, to insure this will spread no further into the lands."

Tranzier said to Liadan, "We have a way to deal with the tree itself, and once that is done it may indeed solve our moss problem as well. I hope that is the case."

Tranzier said to Tiphareth, "Old one, can you tell me if the power of my cloak is enough to handle the moss problem, should the need arise?"

Valkor shakes his head once. "The soil itself needs to be cleansed I feel. That and any nearby standing pools.

Tiphareth looked at Tranzier.

Thea raises her voice slightly to be heard above the gathering, "Friends we have come here to aid in the life of one tree and enforce the destruction of another. Our plan is to have each of you here lend your energies to this tree here," Thea motions to the Trembling Tree, "while we attempt to destroy the baneful one south of here."

Tiphareth looks about the pixie, examining his bizarre adornments, "It seems as though that particular item could indeed purify many things, but hopefully we won't have to absolve the area with fire, but rather restore it with healing energy. We shall see afterward how effective our efforts have been."

Myrall appears from the west.

Tranzier nods at the old Drow, thanks in his eyes.

Gwenilyn walks near the group assembled and waits quietly.

Thea is prepared, looking to the crowd in question, "Alright, we all know our positions, aye?"

Myrall stands silently gathering her thoughts and energies in readiness for the task ahead.

Tranzier nods at the man, and turns gravely back to Thea, "Who will be going south to the tree then?"

Nathifa said to Thea, "Miss Thea, do I still stay here with the tree? I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do.."

Gwenilyn nods to herself, then walks near the Trembling Tree, a soft smile on her lips.

Thea smiles to the Dryad, directing her wishes to all gathered, "I would ask that the Druids stay here with this tree, raise your voices to the elements and shield it while we take care of the other. This one cannot be healed until the one south of here is destroyed."

Thea said, "Your efforts will be greatly appreciated and rewarded."

Thea is soon distracted by Sanmichel's presence, "Sanmichel! So happy to see you here."

Gwenilyn smiles to see Valkor among them once more.

Sanmichel salutes the pixie and grins. "Enjoy me!" He stands a little taller (if that is possible) and sticks his chest out.

Sanmichel turns to the dwarven priestess. "Evenin', miss...'sbeen awhile, eh?" His eyes find Valkor's; what a pleasure it is to not have to look down. "Greetings biggun brother!" His mismatched teeth shine in the dim light.

Myrall gives Sanmichel a distracted smile and a nod of greeting.

Tranzier said, "Ok, look. Myrall, Thea and Tiphareth are going to be working magic to take down the tree. Once that happens, there is going to be hell to pay. We need to protect them when the hell breaks loose. We fully expect a monster the likes of which we have never seen to erupt from the remains of the tree. The warriors need to keep it occupied long enough for the spell weavers to focus their energies and merge them, and the release it upon the creature. I have to say this now, so no one gets any delusions of grandeur. We cannot beat it. We have to keep it off the casters, and the get the hell out of the way when they get ready. I am going. Who will go with me?"

Gwenilyn glances over her shoulder and smiles at Sanmichel, then returns her attention to the tree, silently preparing her chant.

Sanmichel leans back into the trees; his eyes furtively glancing between the characters assembled. He closes his open mouth and listens.

Valkor takes the fae hand giving her a knowing smile. "Greetings again, my love." He inclines his head to Sanmichel, "Good eve, brother."

Gwenilyn squeezes her husband's hand and smile up at him warmly. 'Greetings, my love.'

Sanmichel visibly gulps. "Well count me in...you had me at 'We cannot beat it'!" He rubs his eyes and expels a large breath.

Thea said, "For those who will be staying here, you know your part. Keep the tree from being harmed. Fairly simple."

Tranzier nods to Sanmichel, "Good, a strong back never hurt."

Myrall gives Sanmichel a grateful smile, knowing his strength and size will be a great help. "Tranzier, what about the entrance to the realm of the Shadow Gnomes, are we going to try and block it?"

Valkor kisses the fae deeply and draws forth his holy sword with a tight grin and a turn. "To battle."

Tranzier said to Myrall, "I agree with Keter in that if we were to do so, it might be considered aggression and lead to violence. If we destroy the tree, but leave the way open, we can let diplomacy handle the gnomes I would think. That decision is ultimately up to Thea however."

Thea said to Myrall, "I think we can use some strong backs and some of your friends to close it off once we are done here. Then we can work on making a new route to Gualon perhaps for those who would use it."

Thea shakes her head to Tranzier, "My concern is still the Fermin coming into the lands. If we can find an emissary among the gnomes, perhaps we can come to an agreement of sorts. One thing at a time.

Tranzier nods to Thea, accepting her judgment.

Myrall said to Thea, "Excellent, so who exactly is staying here, and who is heading south?"

Gwenilyn kisses her husband, then lets him go, turning so he does not see her worry on his behalf.

Sanmichel scratches his head. "Beautiful words all..." His lazy eye seemingly starts to spin; "Jest tell me where yeh want this 'strong backside' o' mine and I'll be happy to put it there." He blushes sheepishly.

Valkor waits.

Thea surveys the crowd, nodding to Gwenilyn knowingly, "Gwenilyn, Nathifa, and Liadan."

Tranzier turns to Liadan and Gwenilyn, "Can you two coordinate things here? Be wary, it is possible battle may reach this place and the Trembling Tree must not be harmed further."

Gwenilyn nods to Thea, a smile of confidence on her face.

Gwenilyn said to Tranzier, "Worry not, Tranzier, we shall protect this tree no matter what."

Valkor glances to Gwenilyn quickly, a silent promise on his face that he will return.

Gwenilyn catches Valkor's glance and smiles, nodding.

Thea inhales deeply, audible exhale followed by calm words of reassurance, "I thank you all for your efforts here this night. You have all let me know what this land means to you and I will do all I can to make sure it is kept safe." With that said she turns to Myrall and Tiphareth, "Are we ready then?"

Tranzier said, "Those who will follow and protect them, lets go ahead to the tree and prepare."

Valkor nods to the fae's unheard word and straps on his battle armor.

Tiphareth plants his staff firmly upon the ground, it's fibrous shaft assisting Tiphareth to his feet. "I believe I am ready"

Myrall looks skyward, her eyes searching for something, after a couple of seconds she spies the faint reddish glow she seeks. A soft smile spreading across her lips she lowers her head and addresses no one in particular. "The goddess is with me, I am ready."

Valkor bows to the others and follows the man to battle and victory.

Thea nods to both then makes for the south, "Aye. Here we go then."

Thea, Tiphareth, Tranzier, Myrall and Valkor travel South to the Evil Glowing Tree

Protecting The Trembling Tree

Staying with the Trembling Tree to Protect it during the Purging
Gwenilyn
Nathifa

Nathifa nods slowly, removing her hands from the tree's bark, the channel of energy she was sending to it being cut off briefly. A vine from her hair extended over to the tree, keeping the dryad connected to it just in case anything happened. She turned to Gwenilyn, asking, "Gwen, what do we chant? I've never chanted anything before.."

Gwenilyn : So saying the Fae sets actions to words, beginning to walk in a sun-wise circle around the tree. Slowly as she walks, she lifts her arms to the heavens, face uplifted and from her throat issues a gentle chant, claiming protection for the Trembling Tree this night. 'Grant, we pray, the power needed to keep this tree from harm, in all directions. Protect her from harm from above and below, from right and left, from before and behind. Bless our efforts, Goddess, we pray.' . Gwenilyn shouted, "*a host of voices unite in a single chant that can be heard throughout all Enchantment and beyond. A mighty prayer and hymn of protection against evil that swirls through the night, covering all with its sheer beauty and power."

Nathifa watches Gwen for a moment, then follows along with her, walking in the same direction around the tree, chanting the same words as her arms reached out toward the sky above.

Gwenilyn smiles at Nathifa, encouraging her to join voices as they continue to walk around the Trembling Tree. Gwen senses approval from the Tree herself and smiles. From spirit to spirit she whispers, 'Be of good cheer oh Mighty One. Your time is almost at hand.'

Nathifa smiles back to Gwenilyn, raising her voice a little so hers joins with the others. The vine from her hair remains connected to the tree, twitching slightly every once and a while as the dryad's energy is continuously channeled through it to help keep the Trembling Tree protected.

Gwenilyn nods to the avian, 'Come sir. Join your voice to ours, that what we do here be that much more powerful.' *continues her sun-wise circuit of the tree*

Thea shouted, "*the winds through the trees to the south move wildly, causing each in the surrounding area to sway along with the chorus of Druids chanting at the Trembling Tree*"

Gwenilyn : As the two women continue their circuit about the Trembling Tree, singing and chanting as they go, something wondrous happens. With each step, each note of music, a shimmer of light becomes visible. as the women tread out the path of protection the light grows ever stronger, ever more beautiful. It begins to cover the Trembling Tree all around, even reaching down into the soil to protect the roots from attack. This night the heavens lend their aid in response to the heartfelt prayers these women sing.

Nathifa continues to chant and walk around the tree, jumping slightly when the wind changes abruptly. Turning to Gwen with wide eyes, she asks, "I-is everything okay, Gwen? The wind is changing.."

Gwenilyn does not break her step, though the fierce winds unnerve her a bit. 'Worry not, my friend. All is as it should be. We do our part here, the others do theirs to the south. I feel the spirits of the trees joining in with us.' Nathifa nods as she starts circling around the tree again, her flower covered head craned towards the sky, "I hear my tree's voice too...I didn't know he could hear us from so far away.."

Gwenilyn shouted, "the Druid chorus grows ever stronger in its defense of the trembling Tree."

Gwenilyn smiles warmly back at Nathifa as they walk and chant, 'Tis the magic of the night, I think that allows it.'

Nathifa grins. "I think you're right! I've never thought of it that way." She then begins to start chanting again, her arms raised towards the sky with a bright smile.

Gwenilyn whispers, 'Whatever you do, do not falter in either your steps or your song. The veil of protection needs constant tending.' *nods toward the shimmering light, which pulses brightly. Yet, when one or the other pause, the light begin to flicker. Nathifa nods again, continuing her chanting and circling of the tree. When the light begins to flicker, the dryad tries not to become distracted, and keeps her head tilted towards the sky as she chanted.

Gwenilyn sends Nathifa a thought, 'Thank you, my sister, for being here. I could not do this without you.'

Nathifa grins, sending a thought back to Gwenilyn, "You're welcome, Gwen! I'm glad I could help!"

Gwenilyn lifts her tired arms ever higher, her face tilted to the heavens as she walks the circle and chants. Gwen's face, though tired, begins to glow with an unearthly light. This continues until finally, Gwen's entire frame is glowing from within. She pours her heart and soul into this night of protection, determined in her course. Nathifa jumps again at the shout she heard, but continues to walk around the tree and chant, trembling slightly. A thought is then sent to Gwenilyn, "Do you think everything is okay over there? What should we do?"

Gwenilyn quickly sends the thought, 'We do as we have done. Keep walking and singing!' *sends soft reassurance along with the thought*

Gwenilyn hears Thea's shout, but by this time she is so immersed in what she is doing that it registers not at all. The Fae, outlined with light, continues her path of protection so that the land she loves might be saved.

Nathifa gives a faint smile to Gwen, then continues to chant and walk, her trembling stopping almost immediately from Gwen's reassurance.

Gwenilyn offers her friend and sister in this work what support she is able, letting her know how proud Gwen is to be working with Nathifa, and what a wonderfully courageous thing it is they do this night. In this way, the light which glows within Gwen begins to glow within Nathifa as well. Druid and Mage united by faith and power. Nathifa 's eyes widen when her already naturally glowing bronze skin begins to glow brighter, almost matching the brilliant glow coming from Gwen. The dryad smiles brightly to Gwen when she realizes that she's glowing just like her, chanting and walking around the tree like always.

Gwenilyn 's walk slows ever so slightly as her fatigue grows. The light from within burns just a brightly, yet the vessel containing the light grows weary. Gwen stiffens her back until it is ramrod straight, refusing to give in to the weariness she feels. Her voice rises to the heavens, sweet and clear, as she continues her chant of protection for the Trembling Tree.

Nathifa chants, walking around the tree while she kept her head tilted towards the sky. A thought from the dryad is sent to Gwen, "Miss Gwen, when will the tree be safe? Do you think everything is okay down by the other tree?"

Gwenilyn shouted, "The sound of Druid voices raised as one lifts pure and clear into the night."

Gwenilyn : A tired smile lifts the corners of the Druids' lips as she sends this thought* 'The Tree will be safe when Thea tells us the monster is dead. Until then, we must cling to hope and continue our work here. Fear not, we shall prevail!'

Nathifa nods slowly, a small yawn escaping the dryad's lips as she continued to chant slowly and sends a thought, "I hope it'll be over soon. I’ll try to stay up and chant as long as I can to help."

Keter shouted, "The screeching sound of an Owl pierces the night as he circles the area near the Trembling Tree, seemingly trying to gain the attention of those gathered there and lead them to the South."

Gwenilyn is nearly knocked off her feet by the giant's yell, but somehow manages to keep her footing. The Fae, though weary beyond knowing, continues her path about the Trembling Tree, refusing to give way to fatigue, doubt or despair.

Gwenilyn snaps her head up as she hears the owl. Listening carefully, she nods. 'Come, Nathifa, we must go. They have need of us south of here!

At The Evil Glowing Tree

During Purging of Tree
Thea
Tiphareth
Myrall
Tranzier
Valkor
Sanmichel
Keter
After Purging of Tree
enter Gwenilyn
enter Kasyr

Tranzier settles upon the ground, and his cloak of flames flares brightly. Fire moves from the pixie, scouring the ground and clearing it for battle and making secure footing possible.

Tranzier said, "OK, we should stand in front of the casters, ready for anything but also giving them a clear view of the tree itself. No one moves until the tree is down and we are needed. Agreed?"

Valkor kneels and offers a prayer to the divine for strength and victory. "Most high of all, grant us swift victory in this task before us. Bestow courage and fortify our resolve. Your humble servant thanks you in advance for this gift. amen."

Tiphareth said, "Ok... So as I understand it... you Thea are going to bind this "things" energies, then Myrall will heal the area, and I will purge it's evil so the healing can take hold?"

Tranzier said to Tiphareth, "Yes, but be wary the destruction of the beast all"

Myrall gives a solemn nod. "Aye, that is as I understand the task ahead of us."

Valkor nods to Tranzier then moves in front of the enchanters, but still allowing them a clear view of the tree in front of them. The giant's eyes narrow and his sword is held high, ready to deal swift death to any that may attack. "Ready."

Thea said to Tiphareth, "Aye, that is my understanding and how I have prepared."

Thea looks at Myrall, nearly grinning at their mirrored answers. "We know our places then."

Tranzier said to Thea, "Remember that you must combine your energies to kill the beast. We are only going to buy you time."

Thea nods her understanding.

Tranzier shouted, "Where is our other friggin giant and spellblade?"

Thea said, "Shall I begin then?"

Gwenilyn shouted, "He's coming!"

Sanmichel shouted, "On my way! *huffing and puffing*"

Sanmichel appears from the north.

Tiphareth nods toward Thea, tensing his aged muscles beneath wrinkled skin as he grasps his implements in preparation for what is to come.

Tranzier takes a position between Thea and Tiphareth, leaving Valkor to protect Myrall in a similar position. He turns to Sanmichel, "Be sure to be ready, and don't move until the beast appears!"

Valkor nods to his brother with a merry wink. "You get lost?"

Sanmichel nods and pauses a moment to lean over and grab a handful of dirt. He pops it in his mouth, grinding it vigorously with his teeth. He turns to the side and spits, revealing a set of brown(er) chompers.

Sanmichel shrugs and looks down. "I'm not as quick on the uptake..eh?" He nods to the pixie; he understands THIS at least.

Thea stands before the baneful foliage, upturned palms searching for the purest energies from the natural canopy overhead, trusted staff resting between tightening digits in wait to harness the essence. Ancient archaic utterings spill fluidly from the Druidess' tongue with adept ease as she charges her weapon of choice for the task at hand.

Sanmichel closes his eyes and bows his head.

Gwenilyn shouted, "*a host of voices unite in a single chant that can be heard throughout all Enchantment and beyond. A mighty prayer and hymn of protection against evil that swirls through the night, covering all with its sheer beauty and power."

Myrall gathers her nerve and approaches the abomination slowly. Reaching out with both hands she lays them cautiously on the vile bark and closes her eyes. A low rumbling starts deep with in her, building slowly and steadily until it echoes round them like the ominous sound of distant thunder.

Thea 's breaths come in slow cadence, the pixie’s intent meeting with her will as she draws from the surrounding elements. A melodious mantra beckons to the earth beneath her feet, the air from above, the pure waters nearby. Thea’s body sways in unison with nature as the forces she’s summoned collaborate into a chorus filled vortex spinning wildly overhead; it’s breadth widening to encompass the glowing tree. Thea conducts the elemental symphony before her as the magical funnel envelopes her intended target, exacting words said with purpose, “Through elemental power I now bind thee! I seal your forces abhorrent tree! These forces of nature your prison shall be, here this eve with the power of three… Hear my words So Mote it be!”

Tranzier becomes the predator, his senses reaching out to the tree. The wrongness assaults him, but he does not flinch. His hands reach deep into his pouch, and he calls to the spirits he thinks might be needed. They stand ready within him, and the pixie waits.

Sanmichel rocks from side to side on the balls of his feet, small rivulets of sweat dripping down his forehead. He slams his fist into his left hand a few times, his sword put aside, useless.

Valkor curly locks are tugged by the forces summoned, his blade catching the shine of moonlight held steady and at the ready to defend.

Myrall ’s fingers dig deep into the rough wood of the tree, the faint blue glow that is ever present intensifying and spreading with each nervous beat of the dwarfess’ heart. As her entire form is enveloped in the brilliant glow of her healing powers, the woman breaks off from the low hum, and calls out to the goddess. “Loda, grant me your strength so that I might restore to these lands that which is being taken from it’s very soul.” When the last syllable dies on her lips, the light that has been steadily building within her bursts from its confines, and dissipates over the surface of the tree, spreading rapidly up the shaft and out through the branches, exploding into minute specks of fluorescent wonder as it showers the whole area with its essence and purity. Lowering her hands, the priestess steps back fro the tree, and taking her dagger from her belt, she crouches and digs the blade deep into the soft flesh at the heel of her thumb. Letting her blood drop freely into the earth beneath her feet, “I give unto you O spirits of the forest, my very life’s blood so that it might feed and nourish all that is good in these lands.”

Tiphareth takes grasp upon his simple wooden staff within his left hand, an ornate ritual knife in his right. Aiming the arboraceous pole towards the North, Tiphareth’s eyelids fall slowly over his claret orbs as a slow rhythmic mantra rises from the depths of his bosom, the knuckles of his fingers growing pale under the intense pressure of his clutch. A chaste beam of the purest light swirls outward from the terminal end of his staff, spiraling like an elongated spring towards the more potent natural energies found northward of this dilapidated place. Upon reaching its intended locale near the crystal stream, the beam begins its winding path about the surrounding trees, traversing slowly in and amongst their branches. After a few brief moments, a strange sight begins to unfold; small iridescent particles proceed to lift from the trees, like dust off an aged shelf, falling in line behind the beam, a pied piper of such leading them back towards the South and Tiphareth’s outstretched staff.

Thea holds her position unwavering, the vortex still intact ripping at the bark of the tree with each churn of its massive force, waiting for the purging to be complete by Tiphareth.

Tranzier said, "Be ready, everyone. Follow when I move."

Tiphareth stands to attention as the energies flow gently into his staff, the fibers of its texture flexing and bowing with each pulse it receives. The wizard throws his head into the air, arching his spine as if suddenly stabbed in the back, long knotted tresses rising skyward in direct defiance of gravity. A loud guttural scream escapes the thin wrinkled lips of the aged mage as a brilliant flash of pearlescent light, emanating from decorative mithral blade of his sacred athame, suddenly illuminates this dark and tenebrous place. The flashes progeny, a thin beam of light, glowing gas flame blue, rushes forth toward the tree, increasing speed with each passing moment, as if racing itself towards the target. Driving through Thea`s enveloping vortex, it strikes the tree with a seemingly cataclysmic force, thrusting forth crackling tendrils deep into the infected bark, penetrating its core, diving deep into its massive system of roots. The ground trembles below Tiphareth’s feet as he struggles to stand, his body acting as a conduit through which the purging magic flows. Spirulettes of energy emerge from the earth, surging through the encroaching fungi as the entire area flashes with an aura of arcane force. Pulses of feedback flow inversely from the tree, though the bulk of its force is repelled by Thea`s protective spell, a large dose of negative energy recoils back into Tiphareth’s outstretched arm. Tiphareth’s form is reduced to violent contortions, his head contorting from side to side as he falls to his knees, still holding the two magical implements elevated outward to each side.

Sanmichel 's head falls lower between his shoulders, his eyebrows hanging heavy over his eyes.

Tiphareth emits a violent primal scream as the last bit of energy flows into his staff, releasing one final flare, bursting from his blade. A veritable lighting storm encompasses the tree, erupting deep beneath the earth and working slowly toward its apex. The energy slowly changes in color, cycling from its azure hue to a deep blazing red and finally ending with a rich emerald green. The crackling magic slowly fades from view as a black, nearly obscuring mist, starts to spew forth from the bowels of the cursed flora. Swirling about some ten feet before the tree within the tornadic form Thea has summoned, the mist begins to coalesce into a solid form, taking the shape of large blackened creature. A large ominous beast, meeting no description mortal creatures can provide, thrusting forth an aura of evil, the strength of which makes confrontation of this creature a near impossible feat.

Thea shouted, "*the winds through the trees to the south move wildly, causing each in the surrounding area to sway along with the chorus of Druids chanting at the Trembling Tree*"

Myrall gains her feet once more and seethes her dagger, taking a deep breath in readiness of what is to come.

Sanmichel rushes to the Drow's side, bearing him up with a meaty arm. He turns his face away from the overwhelming light.

Tranzier steps backwards involuntarily as the creature appears as if from nowhere. It is massive and hulking, standing as would a man but taller even than the giants. It is so dark it's skin appears purple, and blistered. It's arms bulge, and the hands end in wicked black nails as long as a dwarf is tall. The face is drawn, as if it is in agony and it its rage is released in a howl that is truly deafening. The creature's teeth are black and broken and its eyes are cruel and maddened. Tranzier reacts immediately and calls to the spirit of the Olyphant, and the pixie's body grows. Drawing bulk from some extra-dimensional source, the man's body changes. His skin grays and becomes thick and wrinkled. His arms and legs thicken and round, and his face elongates while his ears grow. Two wicked tusks erupt from his face, and a massive beast stands where the pixie once was. The Olyphant charges the creature, driving forward at a speed that seems impossible for such a massive animal. The tusks strike the creature, driving it backwards towards the tree but do not pierce its armored hide. The creature rallies, and with a tremendous roar it lifts Tranzier off the ground in an incredible feat of strength. Tranzier is tossed aside, landing with a great crash of breaking bones and a trumpet of pain. He releases the spirit of the noble beast, and as a pixie once more he lifts from the ground, seeking moment when he might be of more use despite his broken body.

Myrall 's gaze flits to the pixie, torn between her duty to the others and her natural instinct to heal, but she bites her lip and stands her ground knowing there will be time for healing when all is done.

Tiphareth lifts his weary body from his knees, limping his way slowly toward his two companion casters, making haste in as much as his old frame can muster.

Sanmichel ducks as the pixie's broken shell hurtles past him. He turns to the source and shudders; he shakes his head and slams a fist into the ground. From this three-point stance, he sucks in a deep yawp and charges the beast, planting his lazy eye directly into the creature's thigh. A sickly thud and a slurping sucking sound follow; half of the giant's head seems to be immersed in the beast itself.

Gwenilyn shouted, "the Druid chorus grows ever stronger in its defense of the trembling Tree."

Thea 's viridians widen, alighted by the overwhelming energies she has gathered. Taking several side-steps to close the distance between herself, Myrall and Tiphareth, the pixie gives the others the cue to unite their individual efforts.

Myrall takes her lead from the Queen of Enchantment, and raises her hands out to her side, allowing the energies and powers of the goddess to once more build within her.

Tiphareth takes position near Myrall and Thea, attempting to draw in whatever arcane light can reach this place as he awaits the cue from the other's that they are ready to proceed

Tranzier sweeps down behind the Giant as he charges, his body screaming in pain. As the giant makes contact, the pixie calls forth the winds using his Bracer of Sacred Winds, the air solidifies behind the beast's legs, and it falls over backwards roaring. As it's back strikes the ground the giant is thrown up on over it. Tranzier pulls more pixie dust from his pouch and throws it into the air where it flows into thick, strong chains that drive into the earth and across the creature. It struggles to break free, and the pixie's consciousness wavers as he tries to hold the links together, "Hurry... I cannot hold," He says desperately.

Keter draws his dark blade from within its keep, the dark obscuring aura surrounding him as he charges the foul beast, darting from side to side he suddenly leaps horizontally, kicking off from a nearby tree as his body is redirected toward the creature, his blade swinging deftly in a downward arc as he attempts to harm his evil foe. The tip of Keter`s sword scores softly across the giant creature, spilling an insignificant amount of black ooze before a swift blow from its claws tear deeply into Keter`s shoulder, swatting him down from air as he is slammed violently into the ground, sliding easily twenty feet.

Sanmichel experiences the rare occurrence of being airborne; somehow, he falls back on his feet, where he spins a moment, disoriented. He catches his breath and refocuses; throwing haymaker punches, knees touching his chest he slams into the tree again. Again, the slurping and sucking sound but his legs continue to churn, pushing and grinding, tearing up the ground beneath. Each step is a half a step back, though; it’s been over a minute since he’s taken a breath and soon, his adrenaline begins to fade. The half step back becomes a full step, then two steps. His knees begin to buckle underneath him.

Thea sensing that they are ready, she takes her cue from Tiphareth and Myrall and shouts..

Thea shouted, "Now! Get down!"

Tranzier hears Thea's cry, and tries to move but his broken body simply does not respond. He stands before the creature as it finally tears the chains apart, scrambles to its feet and charges him. He sees the horrible, clawed hand coming as if in slow motion and knows he cannot avoid it. He is struck hard, and his bones do not break... they shatter. The force of the blow sends him flying until he meets a nearby tree. He most assuredly would be dead if the moss had not already killed the tree, making its bark soft and rotted. He falls to the earth, his last thought before darkness was that the way was clear for the spell weavers to do their work.

Tiphareth grips his staff with all the might his frail body can provide, sending a beam of searing white light toward the massive creature

Sanmichel pulls himself from the fray, his head unrecognizable from a lump of tar. He slips to the ground and begins to roll, hopefully away from the beast, creating his own tornado of dust and ooze.

Thea wraps her wand in a two-handed manner, grip tightening as their conjoined beam is directed to the creature they face.

Myrall slowly draws her hands together, so that they are no more than a few inches apart, the force that has been gathering within her, concentrating and intensifying as the distance between her outstretched palms lessens. She pauses for but a second, allowing all the powers that course through her body to coalesce into one formidable steam of energy. The effort showing on every line of her face, as she grits her teeth and draws the potent orb of power to her chest, directing it in a constant stream to Thea, so that it might help feed the fae’s own energies.

Thea concentrates every ounce of her magic’s into the stream, heart pounding as their light grows ever stronger. The vortex had begun to weaken as the pixie's focus was drawn to the destruction of the beast, its walls slowing in their revolutions around the area, her breaths growing more rapid with each moment they hold this stance.

Tiphareth fights fatigue with his entire being, struggling to maintain focus as the aligned beams make their way, pulsating with the combined energies of elemental, divine, and arcane magic, striking the beast with a crash of tremendous force, sending it recoiling back in some semblance of pain as it releases a near deafening screech into the thick night air

Sanmichel begins to claw at his own mouth, attempting to rip the hardening ooze from his mouth, nose and eyes. He stands, frantic, still tearing at his face, his next breath only an inch of rubbery goo away. He suddenly bolts forward, his hands stuck to his head. True panic has taken over and he begins to jerk to and fro, the safety of his companions forgotten….like a raging bull, he flails, an eerily silent whirlwind.

Myrall closes her eyes, oblivious to all but the constant pulse of energy she must keep going if they are to emerge not only victorious but alive.

Tranzier |The beams strike the maddened creature. Its eyes widen, and it screams to the night sky. The dark skin undulates and then bursts in dozens of places, and from within it comes steady streams of fetid, foul smelling ichor. Still it strives to rend, to destroy and it steps forward into the combined powers of the spell casters. For a moment, it seems it will be able to resist the energies, and then it falls to one knee. It swells, and more skin splits. The moonlight appears from behind some clouds, and as it strikes the creature it simply explodes. It's body becomes a foul smelling mist that swirls and writhes in the air, and then moves to the passage to the Underdark. It's horror fades.

Tiphareth falls to both knees, slumping sideways onto his frail aged shoulder, his wrinkled frame collapsing with utter exhaustion upon the cold forest floor

Tiphareth attempts to speak as low forced breaths escape his lips "Did we succeed... is it gone?"

Myrall 's shoulder slump as the last of her force seeps from her hands and she drops to her knees panting heavily, her head bent over as she struggles to remain conscious.

Tranzier breathes as he lies unconscious on the ground. His breaths are shallow and erratic, and there is no visible skin that is not bruised.

Sanmichel | As the moonlight falls upon the giant’s head, a bubbling begins, fast and furious even at the beginning. The murky, black goo seems to meld with his own pale skin; his face a mutant zebra gone wrong. All at once, the crust over his mouth breaks and he sucks in terrific breath; chunks of goo and dust are whisked into his lungs; he plunges headfirst into a small copse of trees and headplants into an unfortunate oak, splitting it in two. The two halves fall gently; the giant falls on his stomach, the breath not coming fast enough.

Thea is thrown from the area with much force, her energy drained. The vortex she had held so poorly at the end now failed completely as the pixie finds herself among the neighboring wood, slammed into the trunk of one. Tattered spanse of wing is stretched on either side of her as she lay there, head and body throbbing while attempting to catch her breath. Naught but several groans escape the swollen passage between her bloodied lips. Mind boggled she searches out for the others, not yet attempting to call a name for lack of ability.

Gwenilyn shouted, "The sound of Druid voices raised as one lifts pure and clear into the night."

Keter struggles to one knee, his eyes narrowed as he grimaces in pain, large valleys of flesh missing from his shoulder, visible bone glistening under the shining moonlight from above. Keter looks to the old Drow, "It appears so, though I am not entirely sure"... looking to Thea and Myrall for perhaps some validation of the ritual's success before falling back onto the forest floor, fighting to retain consciousness as he lay in a pool of his own vital fluid.

Myrall struggles to raise her head, lifting a weary hand towards Tranzier, she weakly calls out to Valkor. "I think that he may be in need of your skills old friend."

Valkor having been knocked over and down the dark pit earlier, the giant forces the rubble that has fallen on his head away and he emerges to see his falls comrades tossed hither and yawn. The giant stows his long blade stopping a curse and leaps to the aid of the first person he sees. Kneeling to the dwarf, he begins to chant and allow her to take what gift of healing the divine may offer.

Sanmichel shouted, "*a bellowing 'Oi!' shudders every tree in Enchantment*"

Sanmichel shouted, "*a less vibrant call follows: 'Come!'*"

Keter clicks softly, calling Malkuth to his side, nodding northward he lifts his weakened arm, the owl deftly leaping into the air, with a few short bursts of its powerful wings the majestic creature makes its way toward the Mystical Stream.

Myrall reaches out and places a hand on Valkor's arm, rasping hoarsely. "I will be fine in but a moment, the others need you more, go to them I will join you as soon as I am able to."

Keter shouted, "The screeching sound of an Owl pierces the night as he circles the area near the Trembling Tree, seemingly trying to gain the attention of those gathered there and lead them to the South."

Thea struggles to sit up, right elbow serving as her leverage. Though she cries out, the pixie manages the task slowly. Fuzzy sight looks to the south for the others, her instincts to heal falling submissive to her own damaged state.

Sanmichel rolls onto his back, both eyes wildly spinning. His face, a horrific meld of ebon and peach, the imprints of his fingers embedded deep into his skin. He stumbles up, taking an impromptu 'knee'; his wits not completely with him yet.

Gwenilyn appears from the north.

Gwenilyn pauses to take stock of what she sees and who is most in need.

Myrall nods to Gwenilyn as she appears from the north, barely managing to gasp. "Find Thea, make sure she is alright."

Gwenilyn returns the nod and streaks over to Thea. 'Thea? How can I help?'

Tiphareth moans softly as he attempts to look about, his body being only one of those scattered haphazardly upon the forest floor, noticing the dire condition Tranzier seems to be in he struggles to move but only falls back upon the ground, slipping nearly out of consciousness

Myrall starts to crawl towards the elderly Drow, hardly able to muster the strength to cover the short distance, but determined to make sure that he is alright.

Thea clears her throat, dry lips being moistened by a tired tongue as she struggles to speak, "Go see about Tranzier, Gwen" calls a raspy voice from the darkness of the trees.

Valkor grunts a yes and stomps to the aid of the passed out fae ranger. The giant's lips murmur a swift pray to connect himself to the divine and open the floodgates of the creator’s holy gift of healing. Ripples of static like light cascades over his arms and pass through his large hands to the man's injuries. Another breath is taken and the healing seals any open wounds and sends much needed nutrients to speed up the healing of his bruises. A quick turn of the head and he looks to aid another in need.

Sanmichel falls into a cross-legged lump, unwittingly and ironically assuming the pose of a holy wise man. He seemingly wakes up from his open-eyed nightmare and jumps to a standing position, both feet warily accepting his weight. He gathers himself and sets his eyes on Thea. "Put me to work, littl'n!"

Gwenilyn takes stock of what she now sees is a terribly broken Thea. Quickly she goes to her knees, takes two deep breaths, places her hands on either side of Thea's head and calls forth her crystal aura, which she flings about Thea, covering her from head to toe. The aura immediately sets to work, glowing softly as it searches out her wounds, then more brightly as each one is detected and dealt with. As the aura does its part, beginning to pulse in time to the beating of Thea's heart, Gwen lifts her face to the heavens and begins to sing. A song of the greatest purity rises from the Fae's tired throat, a song of health, well-being and wholeness.

Tranzier breaths easier after Valkor's tending and opens his eyes. He looks about, wincing at the pain caused by the movement. He looks to Thea first, "You sure know how to show a gorgeous pixie a good time, babe."

Myrall reaches the venerable soul, and reaching to her belt, she unclips her flask, easing her hand beneath the old man's head she uncorks the flask and lifting it to his lips urges him to drink.

Tiphareth parts his wrinkled lips and attempts to drink, nearly choking as his fatigued muscles struggle to swallow the liquid.

Thea coughs through her laughter, "I do my best, dear." She winces as her battered ribs move with each chuckle.

Valkor calls to Myrall, still looking around. "Who else is in need?"

Myrall summons what strength she can, and tries to raise the ancient Drow’s head further so that he might sup more easily.

Kasyr slowly clambered in by his particular entrance point, that being amidst those low hanging branches of the trees- hopping from one point to another so that he wouldn't be impeded by whatever obstacles might be present. After all, if a situation just seemed to draw him to it, there was generally a catastrophic element to it, or something quite akin. Still, he did feel relatively safe in his particular bit, and so he'd simply take a more cattish stance in his crouched perching, hands pressed to the branch with his feet placed to either side of them- by which point he'd simply observe those present, picking out familiar faces. Those who had good hearing would be adept enough to pick out something akin to, "Nope, Nope, So much hate, nope, nope, Owe her, nope, Should order a snack, nope, nope, maybe." And then a lot more nopes thereafter. So, it was entirely possible he was handling things far too nonchalantly.

Myrall jerks her head towards Keter. "I know not what state he is in, but please lend what aid you can, also Sanmichel might be in a bit of need."

Thea searches out for Keter, eyesight still not in focus she calls for anyone who can aid, "Where is Keter?"

Sanmichel waves him off. "Pah...jest my face....can't possibly get any uglier, heh?"

Gwenilyn slowly releases her power as her song comes to an end. Quietly she murmurs to Thea, 'Please, dear one. Try to take better care of yourself from now on. *winks, then moves to stand to see where else she might be needed*

Tiphareth rises slowly with Myrall's assistance, his frail frame easily moved, even by the weakened Dwarf. Drinking slowly from he flask before taking a deep breath, forcing out a low, nearly inaudible "Thank you"

Myrall whispers hoarsely "Small sips sir, just take what you can."

Thea tries not to laugh at Gwenilyn's mothering mannerism, "You are right, dear. I will be more cautious next time there is some odd tree beast wanting to eat me."

Keter emits a low groan, his body lying slumped within the trees, a large pool of crimson fluid staining the forest floor beneath the shredded flesh of his shoulder

Sanmichel nods to the pixie. "Count me in on that action, miss!"

Thea motions to the giant, "Where is the Drow? The young one? I heard him."

Gwenilyn searches the grounds for the source of the moan.

Sanmichel turns toward the frosty-haired Drow with a start; he rips his shirt in two and offers it up, a dirty, sweaty bandage.

Tiphareth leans his head back from the flash, licking the wetness from his lips as he attempts to support some of his own weight on shaky arms

Valkor gathers himself with a glance to the quick-witted fae he healed and jumps to the aid of Keter's open wound. Another chant emerges from his throat to connect once more and allow the man to pull what healing he needs. A single pulse of energy fills both men and Keter's wound cleanses and closes with a sweet pure aroma. Another pulse and felling begins to return to his hand and arm. Finally, one more, less bright, but just as powerful and his muscles slowly begin to mend underneath his skin with a tight pulling sensation.

Gwenilyn spots the one named Keter and flits to his side. The healer gently probes his shoulder, then rips a strip of cloth from her mantle to use as a bandage. Once this is tied securely, Gwen again calls forth the aura, this time in assistance of Keter. Gwen quickly fine-tunes her aura to better help him heal. Gwen's song of healing is soft and gentle, but thoroughly effective, binding torn flesh together, stemming the flow of blood.

Myrall loosens her grip on the old Drow allowing him to try to take some of his own weight. "Is there aught else you be in need of sir. My healing will be weak for a few hours yet, but I can do what I am able."

Keter 's arm twitches slightly as the healing energy begins to seal his wounds, though still weak from loss of blood he starts to move his appendages, testing each one for response.

Sanmichel hold up the remnants of his shirt at arms length, as if is a long-dead creature. "Well, I prolly should burn this anyway, eh?" He tosses it onto the back of his cart; it covers a small rack of sausages.

Kasyr rather dexterously swings the whole of his body weight back, sending himself into a sort of awkward tumble only controlled by his refusal to relinquish the branch until he was relatively prepared. Simply springing to his feet from there, the hybrid would meander towards the one he vaguely recalled as Keter, or rather, towards the mass of emotion that would hopefully be the Drow. He had been there, months ago, when there was that whole nasty affair with the empire so the hybrid did at least owe that much. Which of course led to him arriving a bit after Sanmichel began his tending, something which had the hybrid smirking. "Er, pardon moi- given I'm intruding after the fun et all that apparament. I could always offer a touch of healing." A wriggle of fingers, and he'd rather aloofly traipse over to one side, to simply endeavor to place his hands on Keter irregardless of any motions to do otherwise, and see just how well the little knack of healing granted by Daedria really was. It's not like he'd tested it or anything "Paladin et all, so I do hold some small bit of talent for mending et tending. You know?" The hybrid would again look back towards the whole of those present before muttering, "What exactly -did- I miss anyways."

Sanmichel removes the offending lump of cloth from the sausages and finds relief in his work; he sets up an array of tankards and begins to let loose the tap.

Gwenilyn moves quietly to Myrall's side, ready to assist her should she ask.

Tiphareth nods to Myrall with a look of thanks, taking slow labored breaths, "I believe...... with rest.... I shall be fine..."

Sanmichel 's breath evens out. "Drink up, people...putcher orders in...eats and drinks on me!"

Sanmichel crosses his arms, almost grumpily. "As yeh might guess, I'm not a mind-reader...can barely read my own mind, half the time. Who's hungry!?"

Thea found her footing, battered wingspanse taking their time to stretch out behind her beaten frame. Looking to Kasyr, the Druidess motions to the tree, it's glow now diminished and it's foliage once more a vibrant green only evident by what light is provided by the moon, "You missed that.." is said plainly.

Thea makes her way to Myrall's side, still hazy from the happenings, "Is everyone alright?"

Gwenilyn makes her way over to Valkor and leans against him, weariness apparent in her face as she looks up to smile lovingly at him.

Keter struggles upon his elbows, the team of healers having laid their energies upon him. Gathering a large breath into his lungs, he speaks as loudly as he can muster "Thank you, all, it is a great thing you've done here"

Myrall looks round the clearing at the various battered and bruised being that are beginning to regain there senses, and smiles wearily. "Aye, I think we shall all live to tell the tale, and show off our battle scars."

Valkor pulls the fae close, feeling energize by her nearness. His lips find hers and offer her a kiss of victory.

Sanmichel nods. "O' course, Keter..." He pauses, mid-sentence. "Er...what 'xactly DID we do?" He leans his elbow against his counter, his chin in his hand.

Kasyr promptly leans back from the what he had busied himself doing, to simply mutter out in the 'massive Merchants' vicinity, "Hey, if that drinks on you thing es still applicable, I could do with a blood wine." A mutter, "or five." Thea was shot a remark too, hopefully before she went out of earshot, "...Evil Kindling?" Lastly, Keter was eyed- before the hybrid remarked quite simply, "I really do miss all the fun.."

Myrall stands and staggering over to Sanmichel manages to ask for anything alcoholic. Taking a prefered dwarven meade she gulp it down thirstily, before slipping him a few coins.

Sanmichel 's reverie is broken by the call for wine. "Aye, coming up!" He disappears under the counter, returning shortly, five long and slender bottles easily cupped in the palm of his hand.

Keter said, "It appears as though we have beaten back the infection upon this place, I no longer feel it's dark presence, and the encroaching slime as well seems to be retreating."

Myrall smiles at Keter and nods. "Aye, it would seem we did."

Valkor senses the thoughts of his sweet fae and draws her closer into a deep lingering kiss.

Gwenilyn nestles close, oblivious to all but Valkor

Sanmichel raises a glass. "Here's to retreating of the encroaching slime. Oi!" He downs his tankard in one messy gulp.