RP:Restoring the Gateway
Part of the Battle For Enchantment Arc
Restoring the Gateway to Enchantment and Split in the Path
- Repairing the damaged Gateway and roads after the Invasion of Enchantment by Vuryals forces
Myrall crosses at once to the tree, placing her hands on the rough bark, she whispers gently to it in her native tongue, asking permission to take what they need.
Thea lowers her scepter, readying for what needs to be done. "This is going to be tricky, but should things go as planned, those gates in Enchantment will never have been stronger."
Thea stands before the majestic divine tree, her newly blessed boline held softly in her right hand as her viridian gaze traveled upwards, keenly searching each branch for the one closest to a perfect balance of foliage. Spotting a well-proportioned shoot, the Druidess ascends to inspect it closer, opalescent wings carrying her to the chosen destination. Meticulous care given assured the specimen would suit the Pixie’s purpose before making any cut. Ebon lashes close over ambient viridian eyes as Ancient verbiage spilt forth once more this night from Thea`s adept tongue. "Divine Xalious, God of Magic in these lands, I ask of Thee this branch and but one more. These precious shoots of your divinity loosed from you, loose but not gone, as they shall work to spread the nature of your energy to a new home in these lands, where they shall stand to further protect the most delicate balance of magic."
Myrall pushes herself back from the trunk and nods "Aye, this tree is almost as ancient as the mountains, and many of my kind owe their life to it. It will happily grant you what you need, just I beg you be gentle, for it will feel each cut as if a knife through flesh."
Thea shows Myrall the special tool, a boline blessed by Arclandon specifically for this purpose, "Precautionary steps were taken just for such, dear friend. This knife will leave a clean wound that will heal rapidly and leave no harm to this precious tree."
Myrall lets a small sigh of relief escape her and smiles gently "I thank you for your fore thought." she motions to the tree "please take what you need, I have ointment that will help stem the sap once the branches are removed." the priestess digs deep into her cloak and produces a tiny silver flask in readiness.
Thea ‘s sights remain affixed to the area to be cut for the moment, calling down to Myrall, "Aye, I will be sure to pack it as soon as I have proper samples. Perhaps add a bit of dust to the mix for good measure as well." With that said, Thea angles her tool appropriately, giving care to each minute detail. The magically blessed metal slices with ease and the precision of a skilled surgeon, leaving a clean smooth wound that will surely heal nicely as its curve follows that of the chosen branch. After successful severing her first specimen, the Pixie flutters to the next, mirroring every step of procuring the former. The ominous tree has been generous in its giving, both of its branches rich in foliage, and of the magic contained within the core of each. The Druidess lends study to the details of each sample, admiring the beauty of their rich golden color shimmering against the silver vein of the foliage. These scions are soon to adjoin with their new hosts, spreading the meta-magical energy of Xalious himself to a new living gateway.
Myrall adds the requiste dust to the potion she holds in readiness and hands it to Thea, "Here, quick! Staunch the flow, before too much is lost" her tone perhaps a bit more anxious than necassary, but to see the blessed tree 'bleeding' mirrors the sadness in her heart.
Thea hastily bandages the 'wound' to the newly severed bark, archaic utterings stating the purpose for rapid healing. And that it does, with a flash of cerulean light, each cut is perfectly sealed to contain the potent essence that previously flowed. Thea descends with the twin specimen in one hand, sacred tool in the other, offering a reassuring smile to her companion, "Myrall, I assure you this tree has lost nothing. In fact, more of it's wonder and life giving growth will be further spread once grafted to the oaks in Enchantment." The Druidess wraps the tender greens in a fine silk bandage, ready to move on to the next task at hand.
Myrall nods, her voice soft "I know, and the tree has given willingly, 'tis just me being silly. Think nothing of it. let us away back to Enchantment and complete the task while the branches are still fresh and their magic pure and untainted. Would you like me to carry them?"
Thea chuckles a bit, "Aye, I understand the concern. It is why I myself had to seek help of a higher nature to procure these important pieces." Handing one of the branches to the dwarven female, Thea nods and begins her flight back to Enchantment.
Myrall takes the branch and carefully wraps her cloak around it's tender leaves. "You did right, let us away." with that she lays her hand on the bark once more, and whispers one word "Thank-you" under herbreath, before strolling purposefully back towards Enchantment with her precious gargo.
Myrall reaches the Gateway to enchantment, slightly red in the face and warm from hurrying, she places the precious offshot on the ground and smiles at the fea "There are times I really envy you your wings you know."
Thea giggles at Myrall's windedness, wings teasingly fluttering to the dwarfess. "Aye, they come in handy at times."
Thea ascends to the western oak, blessed tool still ready at hand, "We have to use this to make the fresh cut so we can splice the new growth in." Having found the proper spot to make her incision, the curved blade of the boline slices through with ease, the green life of the tree pouring forth to make welcome the branch from Xalious.
Thea pays careful attent to the placement of the scion, assuring it's newly affixed station will graft properly to the oak. A blend of Myrall's salve and her own dust is coated over the met sections with amiable fingertips then wrapped in a bandage fashioned of silk.
Myrall cranes her neck backwards as she watches the pixie work, calling up to her "What can I do to help. My magic is not designed for such tasks, not like your own druidic skills, but still I am sure I can be of some use." she grins, and adds in mock churlishness "Even without wings."
Thea descends from the now mended tree, landing softly aside Myrall, "Can you find proper spot on this one to make the cut? I believe it to be a bit lower on this particular, and it could stand as a symbol of our alliance and combined energies if you made the cut to the east."
Myrall carefully feels down the length of te branch, sensing its power quivering beneath her nimble fingers, then shudders slightly in unison with the offshoot. Finding the right place on both branch and tree she works quickly to join the two, offering a small prayer to the goddess as she works, smoothing around the graft with the salve. Finally, she bends and rips a small strip from her cloak, and wraps it around the two. "Aye, a fine sentiment, and one that hopefully stand the test of time as surely as the three this branch was taken from." she pauses for a moment, "Would you mind, if I performed a small dwarven ritual? It is customary for my kind to bury silver and sage 'neath the lintel of a doorway, for protection and purety. I know this is no ordinary doorway, but the gateway to your kingdom, but still, I should very much like to do so."
Thea imparts her approval with a quick head nod, "Aye, please do whatever you deem necessary. This is our joined cause and for that purpose, conjoined efforts whether it be yours or my own are welcomed."
Myrall inclines her head in thanks, and drops to her knees. Reaching behind her she removes the cerimonial dagger she keeps sheathed in the small of her back. deftly using it to scrape a small hollow out of the charred earth. That done, she rumages in her cloak, producing after a few moments the items she needs to complete the ritual. Placing them carefully in the prepared furrow, the priestess straightens for a moment, before wiping her dagger on her cloak, and drawing the now clean blade across her palm, letting five drops of blood drop into the soil around the silver and sage. Clenching her hand tight so that no more than the requisite five drops should mingle with the earth, she uses her other hand to scrape back the soil over the cache. Whispering under her breath as she does so. "May the might of Mourdain protect all who pass through this gate, and Freja's hearth always burn bright offering warmth and succor for those of pure intent. May Loda's grace carry fortune to the people of these lands, and may the fae regain the peace that has been denied them, and the dwarf ever hold out their hand in friendship to their winged brothers and sisters. I give thee my gods, one drop of my blood for each of these wishes, and may it please you to heed them in such troubled times." her task complete, Myrall stands and brushes herself down, mindless of the blood smears she has left on her breeks and tunic. turning to Thea she smiles "'tis done, one piece of silver for each desire, to show the strength of my believe, one piece of sage for each to show the purity of my heart and one drop of blood to show that ever will I stand true in my defence of your kind."
Thea nods to Myrall's blessing to be certain her rite is complete, sacred tool held to be certain it will not touch the blood else lose its potency. Held at proper angle she motions the woman to help with the incision, "Aye, here then?"
Myrall nods "Aye, that looks about right to me." she opens her palm to show that the cut has healed. "Worry not, my blood will ne'er taint the magics that has been placed upon so sacred a weapon."
Thea watches the blade once again slice through bark with skilled and divine precision, the clean wound being mounted to that of the acquired branch of Xalious. Mirrored procedure followed to be certain the essence and meta-magical potency lends to its further growth.
Myrall watches closely as the xalious branch takes up it's position in the Enchanted Kingdom, a small smile playing on her lips. "twill be a sorry Ogre who dares venture this way again, for surely no such evil would dare to venture beneath the boughs of so great a match as these two trees. Shall I fetch some water from the spring of vitality to aid it's growth?"
Thea 's gaze slowly travels to the woman, still wide with near disbelief, "It would seem..to not be in need of such." Thea laughs lightly towards the end. Myrall was in the process of heading to the spring when she felt the need to turn around, so awe struck was she by the sight of the foliage springing to life that she stopped dead in her tracks, mouth agap and merely stared in wonderment.
Thea takes her scepter, amiable digits then wrap around the tool and plant it firmly to the ground. Under hushed breaths come the Ancient verbiage yet to fail the Druidess in her work thus far, sending forth a calling to all things magical, living and otherworldly that has fallen at this site. Bringing it down in thunderous, exacting cadence, the earth below quakes, awakening the need for balance in nature here. Broken bit of brick now shift to conform a more cobblestone appearance, plush moss spreading like wildfire betweenst each crevice. Flora and faun, pixie and fae come forth in gathering to see this wonderous transformation and aid in the efforts with their combined energies. No more does the stench of ogre permeate here, its replacement that of honeysuckle, lavender, fresh sage, and other herb. No longer do the mighty oaks grace us with a sparsely covered and vulnerable entry point to this magical land.