RP:Restoration of the Trembling Tree

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Part of the Protection of Enchantment Arc


Restoration of the Trembling Tree

"At Along the Mystical Stream", location of the dilapidated Trembling Tree

Participants

Valkor
Myrall
Gwenilyn
Elcy
Sophie
Rikailin
Zimri
Thea
Eyren
Lauria- Ascendi
The Trembling Tree
Daesith
Tirla



Valkor A large shadow passes over the small silent group with a rush of leaves and small twigs following in it's wake. From High about the giant soars and circles with the slumbering fae, Gwenilyn deep in her protective arms. Arcing away and then back he finally lands with a hoving thud and bows his respectful greeting to all present. "Greetings all."


Myrall slides quietly into the glade and goes to stand next to the other of the Temple who are already present. Only small nods of greeting given where apropriate.


Gwenilyn :The fae, though seemingly deep in the arms of Morpheus is restless. The spirit feather gifted her by Valkor is dimming; her hands are beginning to curl into those hateful claws. IF one glances at her palms, circles of roiling black are there and there is a strained look to her normally peaceful features. Gwen moans softly every now and then, head tossing back and forth as she lies securely in Valkor's arms.


Elcy glances with worried eyes at her clansmate in Valkor's arms, then squaring her shoulders for the task at hand, positions herself beside her mentor.


Sophie arrives, glad to see so many of her friends here, she goes to stand beside Valkor, gently lays a hand on his shoulder and looks at Gwen with great concern.


Rikailin comes gliding through the trees from the south, a shadow among shadows wielding a gnarled oak staff which flickers ahead of her, back and forth like an agitated dowsing-rod. The soft scuff of footsteps, the tidal pulse of beating blood and, worst of all, the sickly-sweet stench of the corrupted tree...all serve to draw the druid north to this spot along the stream, to stand beneath the ailing denizen's drooping eaves. She is silent and introspective, with Katr'Liana now clutched loosely upright in her right fist.


Zimri waves and grins to each of the others as they arrive, having already been here preparing for the event. His one of a kind lute now held lightly in his hands.


Thea stands with attentions focused on those gathered for the purpose of restoring the historical tree, serene smile spreading on the Druidess’ shimmering visage. She initiates by setting the tone for the ritual and addressing the crowd first, “I am both pleased and honored to see all of you, new and old alike, who join me here today in effort to see this tree, a monument of the history in these lands, once more graced with its former beauty and magical existence. We are also here for one of our own. Our dear Gwenilyn has fallen ill and will benefit greatly from our joining.” Thea pauses, verdant eyes directed to the giant nearby as she addresses him solely, “Valkor, with your permission and assistance, I ask now that you please place her here, by me.” An amiable digit indicates the ground in front of the Healer, her thought that this would be the ideal positioning within the circle soon to be formed. “ Let us begin this rite by encircling the trunk, so that our combined energies may be equally infused from all directions.” The Druidess takes her place in the East at the ominous base of the arborous structure, mental and spiritual preparations taking place within her, while waiting for the others to comply before casting her sacred circle.


Elcy hanging on to their Guild leader's every word, moves to position herself in a specific spot providing a vantage point to observe the others as well as her mentor. This being the first of her experience in nature healing, the young paladin is anxious to do the right thing.


Eyren had been standing silently in the shadows; arms crossed loosely at her waist, her eyes taking in all the occupants that had answered the call of Thea. At her bidding, she steps forward, silently positioning herself a hairs breath from Elcy; her gaze trained upon Thea for her next words.


Gwenilyn : Once Valkor places Gwen with in the forming circle, the fae's moans slowly increase in tempo and volume. It is as if his closeness were what was keeping the darkness at bay and now that he is no longer holding her close, the effects of the evil begin to manifest. Her face becomes full of shadow and anger, brows swooping down in a deep frown. The clawed hands reach for the earth and digits find purchase in the ground. A faint sizzling is heard as her palms connect wit hthe earth, causing some damage. Tears of black leak from behind closed eyes and trace their way down the sides of her face. Where a drap touches vegetation, it instantly withers, smoking slightly. It is evident by the stiffening of her body and clearly seen tendons in her neck that a great struggle ensues within the delicate woman.


Myrall gently reaches out and squeezes Elcy's arm before stepping forward and bowing her head slightly in Thea's direction. "M'lady, I offer you what ever aid a humble priest can in this matter." glancing over towards the prone form of Gwenilyn she allows a brief glimpse of her inner fear for her friend and clan mate to show on her impassive features before taking a step back to stand next to the rest of her clan once more.


Rikailin glides forward into a gap in the haphazard circle, conscious only of the tree and woman within its center. She stretches out an arm to either side, Katr'Liana still upright in her right hand and braced against the ground with its tip pointing squarely at the awful wound in the mystical tree's flesh. She sighs softly and opens her inner floodgate, ready to act upon a moment's notice should the situation call for her aid. Emotions, sullen and low, course through her, writ large upon her face but made more inscrutable by her silence and near stillness.


Sophie regards with sorrow Gwen's twisted body, and the harsh look on the face that has only ever shown kindness and gentleness towards Sophie heretofore. She becomes even more alarmed when what at first appears to be blood starts running from the corner of the troubled fae's eyes. It is soon obvious, however, that it is not blood, but tears of some strange evil-seeming substance, the colour of midnight, which if anything is far more reason for anxiety than blood would have been. The young elf concentrates on her breathing to try to calm herself, she tries to stop worrying about Gwen as she knows it will only distract her from the important tasks at hand.She is still feeling nervous about the upcoming healing. She takes her place in the circle beside Valkor, hoping to be able to offer her giant friend some support. The poor man must be worried sick about Gwen, she thinks to herself. She remains silent, this seems, somehow far too solemn an occasion to speak aloud unless absolutely necessary.


Valkor nods to Thea's greeting with bright focused eyes of deep forest browns. The giant inclined his head to her command and lays his love slowly down to the soft leave padded ground. Checking that she lies in comfort, he kneels to her laying a gentle hand to her folded hands and place a sweet snap of a kiss to her fair forehead. He breaths deeply a long sigh, lingering just a moment, then rises to take his place in the circle of healers next to the fae queen.


Zimri swaggers his way to join the others in the round gathering about the injured foliage. His deft fingers already running over the strings of his instrument, though this time the sound is a more- mellow beat that lingers in the air. His gaze wanders to each of his companions before awaiting further instructions.


Thea , satisfied that the others have found their respective place among the circle, lofts her voice so that all may hear, “For those who do not know of this space, this tree once served post as a location of the Grand Council, which stood steadfast in opposition to the power of the Dark Immortals. Life has been lost here as this wondrous structure was two times venue for battles against the darkest forces in these lands, the last of which resulted in its current state of dilapidation. As we Healers know, from death does life spring forth, and that is our purpose here this day. To see, that should the need arise to maintain the natural balance in these lands, this magical being will once more serve us in time of need.” With this said, the Druidess begins casting of the circle, the elemental energies being summoned forth with Adept grace and skill, beckoning forth each with the ease of the breaths taken between her archaic verbiage. The hemispherical field that forms around the group of Healers casts an aura of light that can no doubt be spied from the darker of the lands to the Xalious mountains, its encompassing function to contain the restorative force raised therein. With bared appendages firmly planted to the earthy floor, Thea`s voice raises in a melodious chant known well to any sylvan ear, palms turning skyward before the charred branches soon again to feel the pulse of life. With lithe frame trembling due to the overwhelming mystical potency, the Pixie initiates the evocation with addressing the chosen force, “Lauria, of these noble wood, we humble healers call to thee to aid in our bidding here. We pray you grace us with your divine visage, so that we may see fruition in this arborous task.”


Elcy cast a grateful look to her clan leader, thankful for her reassuring presence. At their Guild leader's words and impassioned chanting, she could not keep from feeling the terrible foreboding of good and evil having a battle in that place. She, herself, however aghast at the status of her clansmate, is determined to do everything she can to help with healing the tree. She focused and cleansed her mind of all other influences, setting aside her own sense of inadequacies, trusting God to make Himself known through her humble efforts. Invoking an earnest petition, the young paladin reaches deep into her consciousness for the spark kept alive by her burning devotion, drawing comfort and strength from it even as she opens herself to channel the divine.


Eyren was a stranger to the rituals borne of chants and the faintly glowing light that she had only partially been aware of since her graduation from simple mage to ovate. Yet it came; or rather she willed it to bloom forth now, slowly, at first, a glowing pinpoint of a shimmering green, that slowly spread till it was an all-encompassing light; bathing her hands in its warmth, and slowly she'd stretch forth trembling fingers towards, the tree that held some importance to her mentor; her eyes flickering to the prostrate fae for a moment before all other thoughts were banished from her mind; every fiber of her being turned to the task of joining her energies with those put forth by the others gathered.


Gwenilyn : In response to the mystical chanting and containment circle having been drawn, Gwen’s sapphire eyes fly open and she sits up. Sadly, those once expressive sapphire orbs are now darkened completely by the black forces that war within her being. Where once they twinkled with mirth or glowed with love for her husband and all those about her, now within that darkness rage and bitterness brew. A wide range of emotions travel across her expressive features, causing her face to ripple back and forth between rage and despair, horror and hopelessness. Gwen’s arms tremble with the effort it takes to keep from lashing out blindly at those present. Her slim frame begins to vibrate, a dark sense of evil rolling off her in waves. Those clawed hands dig deeper still within the earth as she struggles to keep herself under control. Valkor’s spirit feather can be seen tucked into her bodice over her heart. Sadly, it continues to lose its beneficent nature, being slowly consumed by the darkness. Gwen pants with the strain of staving off whatever roils inside her, knowing that if she once loses control then she may be lost forever. Her eyes cling to her beloved and she whispers in ragged tones, “My heart, my strength wanes. Forgive me.”


Myrall drops to her knees and leaning forward places her hands flat on the ground. The priestess' breath coming in ragged grasps as she focuses all of her inner energies on the task. Gradually, the ever present light that surrounds her hands starts to brighten and pulsate as it builds in strength, bleeding the pent up strength of the woman into the ground so that it seeps slowly outward towards the tree and her friend.


Rikailin knows little of the affliction plaguing the woman lying upon the leaf-littered ground in the center of the clearing, but is careful enough to ensure that her ministrations do not come into direct contact with her; the shade is afraid of sparking, however inadvertently, some inner switch which might cause the utter collapse of that fae's failing resistance to the taint which duels for possession of her very essence. Instead, Rikailin focuses solely upon the tree, channelling a thick ribbon of energy outward from Katr'Liana's tip to encircle its trembling girth across the gash in its otherwise wondrous skin. That cinch bears down with near-cruel intensity, and an ominous bulge begins to form where stressed pulpy flesh swells at the wound's lips. Rivulets of ichor dribble down the bedraggled bark in blots and skeins, evoking a horrid stench of sweet decay. Katr'Liana thrums wildly in the druidess's hand, thudding against the ground butt-first in spasms. With all of her considerable power, Rikailin causes her hastily-made belt of force to pinch the tree, to squeeze its infection ruthlessly, meaning in some way to expel the disease-riddled sap with which it is laced in place of fresher growth. She cannot bear the pressure forever, though; beads of sweat pop out on her brow and jewel her hairline at the neck, indication to all that, though her strength is mighty, her tight concentration will only endure so long, even in this sacred sanctified circle.


Sophie regards the injured, burned and blackened form of the tree as she silently adds her own prayers to Thea's.Growing up in a circus, travelling far from Hollow, Sophie has never seen the tree in its whole and healthy state, but is deeply saddened to see any living thing in such a condition, particularly when Thea describes how wonderful it was before the terrible battles which were fought in this place. Her worries about her fae friend once more rise to the surface within her mind, as Gwenilyn sits up, and addresses Valkor, her changed eyes, and tense body mere indications of the turmoil within. Sophie can see how hard Gwen is fighting to keep the evil at bay, and even in the present dire situation feels proud of her brave and gentle friend. She carefully puts all these thoughts and all her worries to one side for now, relaxes, concentrates on her centre and readies herself Then begins to channel healing energy, the young elf herself acting merely as a conduit. She waits for Thea's signal to send the enegry towards both Gwenilyn and the tree.


Valkor :The giant's inner core twists itself about connected to the fae via the gifted spirit feather that hangs about her elegant neck. Focusing his mind to calm his spirit his lips move swiftly in silent prayer to the divine, requesting aid to their efforts. Enormous wings unfold themselves from his broad and muscle bound back followed by even mightier trunk like arms, that form a large T or cross shape, palms and brown eyes held heavenward. As Thea spoke word of "Lauria", his legs are pulled tight and straight as a divining wand to the focus point, stiffly binding himself to the living spirit under their feet. Sensing his loves need and not wishing to break the healing circle , he centers his mind and poars a gifted of peace to Gwenilyn inner mind, like a spirit root toward her. In faith he offers it to her with thoughts of encouragement, "Fear not...my sunshine. I am with you..." The connection is weak, but grows with strength with each passing moment. A bright light seems to descend upon the giant's outstretched arms and is pulled through him to add holy energy to the combine forces the circle invokes. Long has this paladin prepared for this event, purify his emotions, and body to be the conduit of divine purposes. The light continues to rain upon him with glistening ember like shards of illumination and to each member of the circle, a spirit of comfort blesses them


Zimri plays more intensly, the music filling the area with its sound, his intent, more to sustain the energy of those giving thier all to restore both the tree and the woman. Filling thier bodies and minds with rejuvinating purpose and focus The words that leave his lips clear and in perfect rythum with the tune he sends forth "From the day we arrive on the planet, and blinking, step into the sun. There's more than can ever be seen. More to do than can ever be done. There's far too much to take in here. More to find than can ever be found. But the sun rolling high, through the sapphire sky. Keeps great and small on the endless round. It's the circle of life, and it moves us all. Through despair and hope, through faith and love. 'til we find our place on the path winding in the circle, the circle of life!"


Lauria descends upon this area with the full extent of lithe grace afforded her position. The sheer volume of power raised in this place ascended even to her lofty plane, wafting like a prayer on the wind to stir her very core. The Ascendi`s form lowers slowly upon the firm terra below, a flourish of flora flowing outward from her feet as her divine form makes contact with the pathway. Making slow, calculated steps toward the once glorious tree, Lauria approaches the gathered healers; with each step the fair maiden takes, every life giving seed within her divine presence sprouts instantly with vibrant foliage. Stopping short of reaching the circular crowd, Lauria addresses those present, her words flowing sweet, like jasmine on the breeze, ``Your presence here in this noble task honors me deeply, only something of such admirable cause could have possibly stirred me from my arcane abode. I have come to assure your task`s success, and lend my power to such an end.`` As the words part from her supple lips, the maiden senses one other than the tree in dire need of care, soft earth toned tresses fluttering in the wind as she turns her head toward Gwenilyn. The maiden holds out her hand, palm facing upward as a sapling emerges slowly, growing outward as if rooted in her very flesh. Directing the arborous growth toward the druidic pixie in need, a soft emerald hue gathers about Lauria`s feet, rushing upward through her lithe physique, suddenly bursting forth and racing to take presence about Gwenilyn’s near comatose frame. Intense pulsating light enshrouds Gwenilyn in a field of healing energy, a particulate haze starts to form above her body, the toxins within her delicate frame becoming freed from her poisoned form. The haze growing ever more dense as the pixie’s body is finally relieved of it’s current affliction. Lauria brings her hand to her shoulder, before casting it outward in a horizontal sweep as if sowing seeds amidst a newly plowed field, the afflicting precipitate scattering outward on the wind, dispersing safely into nature’s embrace. The healing energy about the pixie proceeds to mend the entire being of Gwenilyn, coursing through her mind and body, uniting the fractured psyche and leaving her fully restored to a healthy, sentient state. Turning her attention back toward those gathered here, she addresses them once more, her reverberant, heavenly voice floating effortlessly through the static air, ``The energies required to restore this once majestic tree to its former glory far exceed those summoned within this plane for aeons... I ask that you all raise the extent of your power within this barrier set forth by the Druidess Thea; you would all do well to stay out of the tree’s immediate area, for the energies will be extremely volatile; as the energy within reaches critical mass, I shall direct the energy to its final goal.``


Thea flashes a reassuring smile to Eyren, noting how far the young Druidess has come since those first days she spent with her at the Druid`s Eternal Tree. A sense of pride wells within and drives her on, rising with the combined magicks being harnessed in this ritualistic scene. The Pixie is truly taken aback by the presence of the Demi-Goddess. She takes a moment to admire the deity while heeding her word of caution, offering an acknowledging nod before she continues her efforts. Every ounce of will that can be mustered by the Druidess pouring from her to flow forth into the cone of power she set to motion before the deities arrival. A sigh of relief passes her lips when Gwenilyn has been touched by the blessing of Lauria, freeing her fellow pixie from any physical or magical ailments that may have plagued her before this gathering. The relief further allows the Pixie to concentrate on the Tree fully, and under the guidance of the Ascendi, she leads the others to follow suit in directing the combined mana to the roots of the landmark.


Daesith carries forward upon heavy steps. Emerald hued orbs scan the ancient tree. Slender appendages extend towards the heavens. Parting lips share the soft echoing hum of prayer. The avians empathetic plight to the god Arkhen for aid. Long bony digits take on a faint azure glow. A solitary tear cast itself on the male's visage as he makes way to place his hands on the tree along side his brothers and sisters of the healer's guild.


Elcy closes her eyes. Her awareness dwindles to the gathering at hand, every sound, every thought suppressed, all her being focused on the center of the circle, the young paladin's face starts to glow with unearthly radiance. Surrendering herself fully to the divine will, Elcy opened her eyes and focused her gaze on the tree at the center even as she lifts her hands directing all God-given energy to this great and wondrous task. A fierce light seems to emanate from her gray eyes and the tips of her fingers joining her guild's efforts. Her silent prayers taking flight heavenward, giving her much needed support as her frail mortal body struggles to harness the terrible power as she has never done before.


Eyren felt the pulsing currents of the combined energies of all gathered; the earth beneath her seeming to hum pervasively throughout her being as she grasped hold of the powers that had lain dormant within her for so long. It was an oddly cooling sensation, coupled with a warmth that had no distinct name; only the knowing that in that moment there was nothing that filled her mind other than the wounded tree-- the rough texture of bark beneath her fingers serving to keep her focused.


Gwenilyn continues to cling to her beloved�s eyes. His incredible love and strength seem to offer her the essence of what she needs to continue to fight. The endearment his spirit gives hers is like a beam of light in the darkness. The strain does not appreciably lessen, but a glimmer of her special smile that it his alone flits across her lips. When the Ascendi moves within their presence, something snarls and rises up within Gwen, as if threatened by the presence of a power greater than its own. As the verdant circle encloses the embattled fae, leeching the toxins from her body, the fae�s eyes close tightly, her body arches backward painfully and a scream rips from her throat, the sound reverberating about the glade. And with that final scream the battle ends. The power of the Ascendi delves deeply within the fae, meticulously reweaving the fabric of her life and restoring both memory and balanced magic. Eyes open to gaze with reverence to the Ascendi, sapphire hue once again present in her orbs. Lips and brow soften, clawed hands relax and as she lifts them heavenward in silent attitude of reverence, the blackness contained within vanished as if it had never been. Gwenilyn is far too overcome with emotion to speak, but her expressive eyes offer volumes of heartfelt gratitude to the Ascendi upon being restored to herself once more. Those eyes then find Valkor and radiance claims them once again, her smile restored to its innate beauty and tenderness. Wings that before were lifeless are once again full of diaphanous color and she rises gracefully to take her place at Valkor�s side. Though healed, her powers are at a low and so she merely stands there, giving her support in ways other than magical. Her hand reaches for Valkor�s, that touch conveying much. Then her eyes focus on Thea and she awaits her Guild Mistress� instructions.


Rikailin is so concentrated upon her set task that at first the malifluous voice does not impress upon her the power of the creature to whom it belongs. That entangling girdle spreads, grows tighter still, binding the tree tightly and attempting to wring from it every drop of evil and sickness possible. In the next instant, though, Rikailin is stumbling backward, fetching up with a subtle impact against the invisible imprisonment of the healing nimbus around the clearing's perimeter, eyes sightless and frightened. "Lauria!" she gasps, partially in awe and partially in stark terror. This is, after all, a creature whose changes have perhaps cast her outside this Ascendi's favour, dire need or no. Rikailin's hold upon her energy-wrought censure, tenuous at best now due to her flagging strength, breaks off cleanly in her surprise and fear; Katr'Liana tumbles to the ground, twitching, and the druidess bends forward at the hip, gasping, sweat and tears mingling in a salty mist on her smooth cheeks. It is several moments before she raises her head again, quietly pleased yet no less shocked to dscover she is still alive, still unharmed, still free and still herself, above all else...unchanged. In her alarum, the druid did not fail to hear Lauria's words and, although that strange encircling band of force is beyond her strength and skill for the moment, Rikailin manages something else, perhaps even more powerful than her first effort. A plethora of flowers bloom around her feet, most in thick profusion around her fallen staff, fanning outward and crumbling as they go; from these new-made blooms, Rikailin yanks all vestige of life in her desperation for arcane essence, and redirects her newfound stores into the roots at the tree's base, creating there a soft but dense carpet of lashing vines with vibrant yellow and black flowers. This done, she stands straight again, hands empty and spread to either side, and speaks quietly - perhaps too quietly for any to hear - as if to underline her intent. "From death I bring life. From death, I am life. I am. The earth-mother guide me." Rikailin, now nearly sapped beyond endurance, awaits the chance to trigger her own device...a silent thunderbolt of raw life essence spilled from vine-growth to tree in such a way as to supercharge the roots, purge it from the ground up.


Sophie is in awe in Lauria's presence but does not let even the divine presence affect her focus, she will wonder at this blessing, and be thankful for it, later when she has the luxury of time, for now, she sends the energy she has been gathering towards the druid ascendi and the great roots, that Lauria may use it to best heal the afflicted tree. She trusts Lauria to control the final destination of the energy the young healer channels, hoping that she has correctly understood what was asked of them by the words of the demi goddess 'I shall direct the energy to its final goal' A terrible scream from her ill friend distracts her momentarily. Soon, however the presence of a healthy, and once more gentle, if naturally tired Gwenilyn standing by Valkor's side does much to lift Sophie's spirits and reassure her that they are not striving in vain, she redoubles her efforts to channel more energy that the poor tree may be likewise restored.


Tirla had felt the power gathering here from across the lands of hollow, how could she not, being not only attuned with nature, but the very element of earth, one of her two prime elements. The tree rooted in soil, crying out for the help others were giving, resounding in her soul an hundred times stronger than the cry by itself could have accomplish. How could she not come? Wings settled and stilled, pulling in tight against her back as she landed further back, just in time to see the Demi-goddess arrive. Without a further step the druidess fell to her knees and touched her head to the earth. She was unfamiliar with the deities of these lands, but now she knew one, if she could learn her name she'd lend her prayers to the ascended. But for now her words rang like a bell on a clear night to her and she found herself drawn to the task at hand. She was not a trained healer, and most often was only able to help a person heal faster with her magic, the healers in her land had always tried to get her to learn, they thought she had great potential, but here she could not even comprehend what must be done, but she understood it would take energy, much of it, and that she could do. Still, she was unsure if her presence was welcome hear, her eyes flicking to those she knew, Sophie, Rikailin, and she knew it would not hurt if she lended what help she could. Still she stayed back, her fingers splaying out and gently pushing into the earth as she set her forehead to the ground again. Her body took on a green glow as she gathered all she could, offering prayers to Brighid, Gia, and the demi goddess before her, pulling strength from it all and pushing it towards the tree. Tendrils of green power shot through the ground, rising up and wrapping about the tree, tapping into the powers of the others and joining them, adding her strength to theirs, as she awaited to one before her to channel it all where it needed to be, for that is all she could safely offer, raw energy to help the others in their task.


Valkor eyes lock to the divine grace that accedes herself before the circle, while maintaining the energy that channels through him like a double opened vessel. A witness only he can be as Lauria reaches out to touch and heal his love, but at the touch his heart seems to vibrate and shatter with the power she seems to master. He hears not Gwenilyn's screams as pieces of his mind scatter about like a smashed glass, taking with it the poisons and then implodes back upon himself. He falters and almost steps out of the circle, but masters his own struggles to force himself into place again. His mind weaves itself as she heals Gwenilyn and it strengthens his resolve to open himself up completely to the will of divinity. A new transparent vessel he has become, with wings of gold kisses tips it seems, and a re scripted purpose for his life. Squaring his shoulders his raises his hands boldly to reach for more gifted energy and brighter still he shines. The rain becomes a mighty delude of light, dripping down his body and pouring forth to form a huge pool of energy. His once brown eyes, beam golden in gratefulness to the divine healer of his love. As the pool of energy gathers he directs it to the mastery of Thea with a bright look of encouragement. The look is interrupted to feel his love next to him with an outstretched hand, for which he takes it to his chest breathing a refreshing and relieved sigh. "Praise all that is holy, you have returned to us." A kiss finds itself to her hand and he directs a spirit of strength and boldness, so that she may offer her talents to their efforts. Blue light rolls off his broad shoulders to gather into a pure green radiates, offering her aura the energy she might need to continue.


Zimri pants heavily, sweat dripping from his brow as his voice, and song, both reamaining strong, encompass those that have newly arrived as well. Lending to each a greater amount of energy as his own form of magic swirls about unseen. Very carefully he directs a small stream of the ambiant magic field into the tree itself, allowing its leaves to draw in unto itself more of the light, as well as the added treatment for which it may recover more swiftly.


Lauria shouted, "``Hear me nature! Elements, flora, and fauna alike!``, the stentorian voice rings powerfully amid the towering trees of Sage, reverberating through the edifices of Kelay, shaking the buildings to their very foundation, reaching outward even to the borders of Xalious, Larket and Cenril. ``Bend to my will, take heed of my word, timeless rock and ancient trees, lend me your power as I now restore an aged figure of balance within these lands.``" Lauria turns her attention to the task at hand; the Ascendi looking onward at the ailing tree. This most holy of places, standing as a monument of the ages, home to the Grand Council, where Governess Nymur of Nayrul, High Druid Alrion of Sage, Xulven - Monarch of the Dragons, and Queen Ceryl of the Pixies all gave their life opposing Arrecation`s evil; the very place of Arrecation`s sealing by Norodruin, and the last stand against Elazul and Khasad by the armies of Lionel and Donovan, must be restored once more. Raising her arms to the heavens, the maiden faces palms outward in the tree`s direction. The sky above alters noticeably in this moment, as if Hollow itself were standing still; billowing clouds motionless in the sky, the birds grow silent, a cessation to all wind as the branches overhead hang steadfast, as if carved of stone. The elegant female suddenly undergoes a radical transformation before those gathered; brilliance beyond description emanates from the deific being, scintillating colors of wondrous luster surround Lauria in a shimmering aura of limitless beauty. She stands now before those in attendance, in her true Ascended form, a majestic sight few mortals have seen, or will ever see again. Eyes replaced by radiant orbs of the purest sapphire, she commands the powers of nature through shear force of will. Natural energies swirling about the summoned barrier move with each stroke of her gaze, healing light emerges from every direction as the heavenly sight known as Lauria focuses further energy into Thea`s conical field, the power growing rapidly, nearing the levels needed to infuse the Trembling Tree with the extent of summoned power.


Thea 's petite frame is visibly shaken, ears ringing with the shouted command of the deity as she too directs the concentrated powers to the point of purpose here today. With the changing sky, the Druidess` own eyes grow brighter in their illumination, dulling with a rapid pulse that likely matches that of her own vital organ now pounding against her breast that rises and falls with increasing cadence. With the racing heart of the Pixie, her tongue continues to spill forth nearly inaudible prose of mastered archaic skill. While not initially heard, her intense rite of power can be sensed at a level so that any being even remotely close to the land of Enchantment will likely feel its effects.


Elcy , almost overcome by this awesome sight, bows her head briefly in supplication. Thankful prayers to the Ascendi before her spontaneously erupt from Elcy's lips as she witnessed the complete restoration of her dearest Gwenilyn. With one of her worries taken cared of, she can focus all of her concentration to the task, which is just as well as her gentle heart is almost overwhelmed with the effort of channeling this energy. The air fairly tingles and crackles as she continues to pour forth the divine light passing through her being. Strange, that as she started on this task uncertain of her capability, for it seems the very presence of Gwenilyn's pain and the Tree's pitiful condition gave her the final trigger to tap this force within her.


Eyren is visibly shaken by the sudden appearance of the ascended being; even more so as she dons the form of her glorified ascended self, the sheer brilliance of the shining aura that she emitted too much for Eyren to take in. With a shudder she casts her gaze firmly upon the tree once, inwardly rejoicing at the rebirthing of verdant bows that slowly but surely sprang to once more dress the magnificent tree in nature's garb.


Rikailin brings both hands together in a quick and invocative gesture meant to loose any hold left between she and her twisted lianas within the nest of tree-roots at this natural denizen's feet. Those snarls of foliage burst forth into green mist, seemingly imbibed by the revitalized tree itself. She shudders to her knees, gasping and spent, unable to see the transformation but knowing that, in the face of this onslaught, no sickness, no corruption, could possibly linger.


Sophie is filled with wonder and reverence as the Ascendi takes on her true, powerful and infinitely beautiful divine form, praying thankfully within her head while not for a moment ceasing her work. The young elf is now beginning to tire, even though, for the most part it is not her own energy she is sending forth, but merely life energy from the world around her that she is channeling, she cannot help but send a little of her own energy with it, nor would she wish to refrain from doing so, it would seem a selfish act, and selflessness is what is needed from them all in this endeavour. The concentration needed to keep so focused for an extended period of time, is also causing her to near exhaustion. The young healers shoulders begin to droop a little but she is not ready to give up yet, she continues to concentrate on channeling yet more life energy to help the tree.


Tirla hears the voice call out like a boom of thunder and raises her head, sweat beading over her skin as she exerts herself. Her wildfire green eyes widen as she is blessed with the sight of the ascended being, she does not look away from her, but stares in awe and wonder. Her mind though, while trying to memorize every ounce of this glorious sight, pulls away and concentrates on pulling forth the energy. The tendrils of green power feeding into everyone’s effort strengthen, grow brighter as the avian redoubles her efforts, giving all that she is and has to help these people restore this tree, and yet, she still stood apart, unsure of her welcome here.


Zimri falls to his knees, hands becoming a bit slower as they glide over the lute in his hands. With chest rising and falling swiftly as he tries to summon forth the last bit of his waning energy to give to others, the rock star very rarely ever strained to this limit when performing, but then, this is on a grander scale that he is used to, with a twist upon the use of his talents. His voice though a bit more quiet still reaches those giving thier all for a single purpose, to revive a great monument and testimony to the greatness of the past.


Lauria concludes her building of energy, the critical mass now reached within the bulging field of light that encompasses the Trembling Tree. The ascended female remains standing, hands raised skyward, palms facing the heavens; raising her hands as she brings them together, the massive branches of the cloven tree begin raising aloft, the blacked schism through it’s hallowed core closing slowly, fibrous tendrils reaching outward from either side as if the two halves longed for the other’s embrace. The once split tree, now stands tall for the first time in years, a torrent of swirling energy flowing rapidly about the ancient monument as Lauria focuses the energy to permeate the tree’s exterior. Seeking first the atrous scar ravaged through its core, the restorative energy creates a near blinding light, streaming into the tree with unyielding force. The powers summoned forth by those gathered surge up the massive system of roots, foliage emerging from its lofty bows; this mighty tree, standing tall even before Sven himself was deified, once again gives testament to true majesty and glory as the flora spreads rapidly through towering branches. The arcane field of containment shrinks in as the hungry tree soaks the energy rapidly, each passing moment yielding further growth and restoration. The tree’s once massive wounds now hardly visible as the bark seals over it`s former scars, shimmering leaves blowing freely in the breeze as flowers suddenly burst forth from innumerable budding branches. The remainder of virulent energy finally channels into the tree, the field about its form collapsing suddenly with an eruption of brilliant color, leaving no sign of turmoil once visible within this place. The rich aromatic smell of newly bloomed flowers fills the air like a sweet perfume; thick vines and mossy groundcover complete the carpet of life force about this area. Waiting patiently, the Ascendi glares upon the tree, looking for the tell tale signs of its true restoration. Suddenly, a slight movement shimmies upward from the roots of the massive tree, almost a shivering motion within its fibrous trunk. The vibratory movements spread outward, shaking the branches with an audible rustling of the leaves. From time to time seemingly random in its action, the tree repeats this bizarre feat, as if the tree itself could feel the entirety of pain and suffering in the world, and was shrugging it off to dissipate into the fullness of nature. The sight meant only one thing; the Trembling Tree has been restored.


Thea watches the transformation they have been awaiting take place, maw agape in sheer awe of the swiftness with which the once magnificent tree is once more green with life. Quite drained, the Druidess simply smiles in Lauria's direction, head bowing graciously to the Ascended being as she whispers softly on air to conclude the rite, "So mote it be."


Elcy thankfully drops her outstretched arms, the healing session draining her to exhaustion. The young paladin raises eyes to gaze her fill of the Ascendi's radiance. This is one sight she will never forget.


Rikailin reaches down and collects her staff from the strew of flowers amidst which it rests. With a slow nod and a tight smile to all present, not lingering on any in particular although she knows them now, each by each, for who they are, the shade slips back amongst the trees and quickly fades from view. She must acquire her own vitality soon; the slanted rays of evening ripple through her as if through turbulent water.


Sophie collapses, sitting exhausted on the floor, she strengthens her ever present link with Gylan, and calls for him to come protect her, as she is just now far to weak to protect herself and the others involved in the endeavour as probably equally drained, she reasons. Gylan will not have gone far, he will be here to help her soon.


Lauria brings her hands to her shoulders, arms crossed about her bosom as her eyes go closed. The radiance about her starts to fade as she addresses the crowd for the final time. "Your aid in this task has been well appreciated, I shall now return to my natural realm, waiting eternally, should the need arise to maintain balance within these lands once again." as her words fade, so does her form, growing dim amidst the forest's glow, until finally disappearing from view entirely.


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