[12:05] Nariel (ellaquen): (( Thank you to everyone for joining us today for Episode 4 of Seeds of Hope. Im really excited and hope everyone has a lot of fun with this.  The scene is best viewed with your time of day settings turned to midnight. Feel free to adjust the lighting to what works best for your screen. But with that..I think well be tossing out the scene setting posts out and the following posts will probably establish the posting order. \O/ ))
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[12:15] Will-O (aphestus): (As mentioned; opening post will start. Then you can post in how you like. We will base post order off of that.)
[12:16] STORYWEAVER A thick Miasma hung over the island as they exited the shoreline. Revealing the charred stumps of an old forest. Hills of burned out trees rose above them but quickly their view of it all would be cut off by the numberless disfigured effigies of their former glory. The forest was stuck in a state of undeath. Ash would linger in the air. Hanging around even when a brief breeze would break through the thick trees. Only bringing the scent of burning wood back to their noses. The eyes would begin to sting after a time as they wandered through the ash forest. Though no fire would ever be seen during their long journey. It had burned out long ago and the land was simply locked in this state. Before long; nature would seem to return. Though the dried desecated remnants of the forest were no welcome sight. Bushes barely holding onto what life remained would dot the ground. While branches held out their haunting wooden fingers out in all directions for some form of release. The wind would russle at the branches. O
[12:16] STORYWEAVER  was that something else? What perverse abominations were watching from the shadows. Following them or directing them onwards. Or was it just a trick of the wind. Before long the dried dying greenery gave way to weak darkened leaves. Rotting were they stood; but like the rest of the wood. They would not be able to take that final step to complete their cycle. A path became clear; though it was hard to tell. It stood at the heart of the forest. As they enter the path it would open up into a thick clearing. Or at least one would hope it was a clearing. Something to let them see the sky again. Though a gaze upwards would only show more of that thick haze.
[12:19] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ test
[12:24] Nariel stepped onward. Through the valley of scorch and char. She held the apple sized seed in her hand tightly as her own ashy haze emanating off her skin interacted with the environment around her. She didn’t need a guide for where they were heading. Memory and purpose is what aimed her path ahead. As they entered the dark Ashwood, her wings and markings glowed brightly. Not enough to pierce much of the darkness but to outline her silhouette as she moved through. Looking back to the others around her, Nariel simply stated in a somber greeting. “Welcome to the place I manifested…”
[12:27] Cullen (katarr) || As soon as the group enters the forest, Cullen reaches around his waist so that he could lightly pat along a satchel around the back of his waist. Immediately afterwards, he reaches to wrap his fingers around the hilt of a blade so that he could slowly tug the weapon free from the sheathe and lower it down towards his side. Those eyes of his raise so that he could glance around the location while coming forward. "I didn't envision this place like this whenever you spoke of it, Nariel. What can we expect here in your 'bith' place?"
[12:28] Bear wandered a little ways from the group, paying more mind to the state of the scene then the destination. As unsettling as it was, her expression would be unreadable, or in the slightest, curious. Looking over the group now, she'd search for a familiar head among them all. Immediately her thoughts would be projected into Dragmire's mind, speaking in the native fae tongue. <Think we're prepared? It's..> To Nariel, she would stare, unable to form words for a suitable response.
[12:31] Gyzelle covered her mouth as she followed along behind the others, snorting and shaking her head for a moment,"Death, fire." Sighing softly while her head shifted left and right so she could look around the area as they walked. Her wings flapped every once in awhile when something made her eyes dart towards the shadows
[12:31] Dragmire did *not* appreciate the 'undeath' of the place, his own spiritual paths were offended by it, although he knew it was no fault of the forest itself. It just turned his stomach, honestly. Staying near to Nariel's heel, as they walked, he'd look around to see - well, whatever could be seen. He relied more so on his ears, sight and scent were *not* going to be very helpful today. "I choose to believe it wasn't like this when you came to be, but this is why we are here, yes? To repair this forest?" To let it die or to revive it, either way would be a suiting release in his mind - speaking of his mind, suddenly there were words he did not understand - but he knew them to be words all the same. No one else seemed to immediately react, and the confusion on his face was clear. He looked first to Gyzelle, he knew her to speak telepathically, but she'd never used any language other than common. ... A slightly more suspicious gaze went to the woods around them, and he uttered to himself "..who..?"
[12:34] Dilara , unlike some of her companions, didn’t squint into the dark at the lack of sight. Dilara did in fact see much better in the dark than she ever did in the midst of day - her feline eyes more accustomed to the shadows and the bright outlines of each tree and leaf as far as the centre of her eyes could reach. That was, unless the island was covered in fog. Dilara silently drew her bow in anticipation - the ghostly limb forming at the base of her stump. ‘’Define welcoming - this place reeks of death.’’ Her nose scrunched up as if she had in fact caught a whiff of something rotting in the distance. Perhaps she had, it was yet another thing burdened by her senses. ‘’Can you smell that?’’ She whispered to August at her side. ‘’..Like the very abyss itself.’’ She tread carefully round the back of the group, eyes moving out across their surroundings so that she, with the help of her sight, might pick up on something interesting before it picked up on them.
[12:36] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 26 on a d100
[12:37] August Shattershell wasn't sad to be off the boat, regardless of the place's ominous airs. Anywhere she didn't risk a drowning death was an improvement, she strongly believed, and didn't think it unreasonable in the least. Staying close to Dara's side, August's eyes nervously glanced at every hint of movement around the group, every slipping shadow. Lycan sight had her about as blessed as Dara, but seemingly much more worried about the fact that not everyone present could claim as much. It smelled like trouble. Trouble, rot and char. "Well, I don't have a basis for comparison..." she replied to her fiancée under her breath, "But there would be something sincerely wrong with me if I didn't smell -something-." It had occurred to August that she had neglected to ask for the exact purpose of their voyage, and by now, she felt it much too late to ask. She carefully listened to Nariel, hoping to pick up every missing piece to the puzzle she could.
[12:38] Will-O (aphestus): (PO is above my head; we will be skipping Jaxxie this round. My post will follow shortly)
[12:41] STORYWEAVER As they progressed through the trail it would beging to branch off and open up in twisted versions of paths. Though one among them seemed the most trodden. Mishapen foosteps were pressed into the moist ground. The area seemed saturated in the corruption that prevailed the whole island. Leaves blackened; would russle. Branches sway. As if weights were being added and removed. Roots twisted out of the ground nearly catching on feet. Or were they reaching for you all. The place was unwelcome; and it's inhabitants didn't like having visitors. Though off in the distance their would be sounds of a struggle. A faint cry to battle; followed by an inhuman wail. The sound of crunching limbs and wood rubbing against wood ominously rang out in the direction they were going.
[12:48] Nariel looked towards Cullen as he spoke his question. Her response stalled briefly as she looked to the faces of the others. “Madness..” Her eyes passed from the bear to Dragmire. “I was ...made by the last efforts of a dying life tree. For not all types of Fae can endure without that connection. But like all Fae.. we are driven to natural balance. What happened here was a catastrophe that predates my being ...I hardly even remember my early life here. So disconnected and angered..One hundred and eighty years later in the land of Hokoth...we found this seed of a life tree...Which has brought us here...With the hope of reseeding this land so the pain and imbalance can be tipped once again back ...” Nariel stopped as her head sharply turned to she sounds of struggle ahead. Her hand quickly blackening and fingers elongating to sharp claw like points as she took steps deeper into the ashen glade closer to the source of dire sounds.
[12:49] VISTA ANIMATIONS *HUD 4.14*MIRIAM BENTO AO-V1B: MAIN AO OFF
[12:49] VISTA ANIMATIONS *HUD 4.14*MIRIAM BENTO AO-V1B: MAIN AO ON
[12:51] Cullen (katarr) || "Madness." The Blood Hunter repeats the response under his breath. Though, there wasn't any particular comfort in the words. Though, as soon as he hears the sounds of battle and the wail from the distance, a hand of Cullen's raises to try and get the group's advancements to slow. "Everyone hear that? COuld be another Banshee, possibly fighting? If I recall your tale, nariel, there was a battle fought here long ago, wasn't there?"
[12:56] Bear continued on 'speaking' to Dragmire in her language, despite the lack of his confusion. <Oh.. I meant the group, you know? Ships are rather simple, but a place such as this? Unnatural.> Slowly her head dipped below her shoulders taking in the scent of the place. The scent of ash and charred wood filled her nose, just enough to get her to snort. As they moved on, the progressively unwelcoming sights were regarded, but with her sensitive ears, she was able to catch the distant noises, making her fur stand on end.
[12:57] Gyzelle flicked an ear one after the other as she walked along, fists clenching off and on with white knuckles while she continued to walk. Every so often her head jerked left or right when a sound or sight drew her attention away from the path. As the Princess spoke the Gryphon's wings flexed and bristled as a shiver ran through her spine,"<That sounds awful...>" Came the growling words as she looked at Dragmire,"<Do you?...>" Attention snapping towards the Fae as she strode off suddenly deeper into the glade,"Death." She stated simply once again before she bound after the others, hissing quietly as she moved.
[13:02] Dragmire looked between the ones speaking, and commented on it. "The forest remembers, and- " He hesitated again as his mind was met with words he didn't understand. "Who is speaking to me? I don't understand." He finally outed the fact that he heard something, he knew he wasn't going insane - and then he heard Gyzelle as well. "Someone is speaking to me, but I don't understand what's being said." He'd follow after Nariel. "The forest seems to remember." He thought they might be hearing the ghosts of the past - including himself with the talking he seemed to keep hearing, not realizing who it was.
[13:04] Dilara stared at the rotting corpse of a frog they passed before her eyes found August. ‘’Well.. figuratively speaking.’’ She, in fact, never had the pleasure of visiting any of the layers known to the demons and devils - but she had seen enough misfortune on this plane to know that something which was meant to be far worse, to be a place she’d not want to go. Dilara skipped over a couple of roots entwining from under their feet and tossed August a smirk. ‘’Well, perhaps if you try and rotate your head at a -’’ She didn’t get to finish that joke, or as much as react to Dragmire’s confusion. The call of battle was a sound very known to the former commander. One she had heard many a times before. Dilara’s grip on her bow tightened and she whipped her fiery gaze to the an barion. ‘’Nariel!’’ She hissed. If a warning, or question, could be anyone’s guess. The queen had advanced into the depths of the forest and not one to leave an ally facing danger alone, Dilara followed wearily.
[13:04] Dilara  (Rolling if she’ll see the battle)
[13:04] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 5 on a d100
[13:04] Lia (efilyth): (Dilara is blind)
[13:05] August Shattershell breathed out a discrete sigh of relief at explanations that soon came without need for her probing, but the peace of mind was short-lived. She tensed up at the wail and nearly noises, and her ears would have twitched were they currently as long, pointy and furry as they could be under different circumstances. Fingers tightened their grip around August's plain but sturdy wooden cudgel. Her teeth gritted and, beneath the fabric of her clothes, arcana-charged ink crackled with energy along the surface of her skin. "Oh, I'm not getting caught in another fight with a banshee unprepared." she muttered at Cullen's remark. That lesson had been learned, August thought to herself as she searched the bag at her waist for a length of colorful cloth she proceeded to wrap around her head and, most importantly, over her ears. "Those who can speak telepathically..." A gaze was furtively thrown at Dara. "...Have my explicit permission to do so. Everyone else..." August grimaced. "...Well, just signal clearly if you need m
[13:05] August Shattershell  I'll pay close attention to what's happening. I can see just fine." [Charging Ink of the Lion]
[13:15] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Mar'El was backing up of the fiends with a loud clunk and scrape of a sword, off it's skull with the company of Six. The thing hissed  and it's clawed fingers went up taking a swipe at the calf of it's attacker. Sixpence hadn't even known she was getting a back attack busy swacking the one in front if her with a bat made from her friends leg bet those spikes hopefully would hurt so good! A blood curdling squack went mumbled under the water from the forced dip of it's head and yet the creature tried to crawl closer grabbing at ankles trying to trip the fey up or at least get in a good bite. The better to crawl up you my dear. Taia was the most boisterous of the bunch hopping and fluttering in the air rounding around her attacker trying to confuse it with a mighty screech that would be its war cry. Seemed to be quite the success too as the body went limp bubbling the last of it's air to the surface of the water. The cracked mannequin like fey swung the club fiercely towards the fiends tail and take out it's
[13:15] ~*~Storyweaver~*~  weapon of choice. Weapon indeed, it spiked tail lashed out towards the already tattered wings trying to pull it back to the ground...nimbly bimbly thing and it cursed at the attacker in whatever tongue it spoke  The three over time became aware of the new comers and passed on from one to the other to be weary not sure if it be friends or more foes!
[13:15] Will-O (aphestus): (SKip me this round; Nariel's turn)
[13:30] Nariel ‘s iridescent eyes sharply pointed across the grotto. Only a faint moment fixating on the sight of the once great life tree that stretched over the glowing pool below it. She didnt have time to relive the memories that the sight brought forth as her eyes next fell upon the silhouettes of other winged Fae in distress. Her expression seemed taken from her as she realised there was indeed Fae presence here..and the look of brief horror to see all too familiar terror fiends snapping at them. “Death has come to defend its grip on what remains of this land...We must take this ground before we can plant the seed...Attack the horrors..but be wary the Fae may or may not have their minds about them to understand our purpose…I’ll make my way to the tree..But let nothing through to the seed..or all hope will be lost…”  With that Nariel’s wings unfolded behind her as she moved ahead and to the right to start approaching the pool and once living great tree Ep’Way.
[13:31] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ (going to move over there, make sure you do too to stay in range so I can hear ya)
[13:33] Cullen (katarr) || Yup, he was just gonna assume those things were Banshee's. He had learned a valuable lesson from fighting these things. Reaching into the satchel around his waist, he tugs free a pair of wax earplugs and presses them into his ears with a light twisting of the items to secure them in place just as Nariel seems to instruct the others to attack. As the earplugs are secured, he charges forward, boots splashing within the mud as he charges towards one of the shadowy figures to flank with the unknown Banshee as he attempts to bring his blade down upon one of the figures. (( On F1 ))
[13:33] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 65 on a d100
[13:34] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 3 on a d100
[13:37] Bear drew in a sharp breath. So he didn't know the tongue. She would respond with a quick. <I did.> before turning her focus onto the sounds. As Cullen went in for the attack, the bear would move after Nariel, keeping close on her feet should there be any risk of a surprise attack.
[13:52] Mac And Cheech (echoes.enoch): Gyzelle afk?]]
[13:54] PenJi (kintupel): ((She DC'd))
[13:54] Mac And Cheech (echoes.enoch): Ohhh I didn't see]]
[13:55] Mac And Cheech (echoes.enoch): Shall I post then or are we gonna wait for her to come back?]]
[13:56] Jaxxie Deau (kahawtik.haiku): (Go ahead and post~)
[13:57] Dragmire head words he recognized that time, but couldn't pin a telepathic voice to a face right away- things were getting hairy already. These weren't just memories of battle, it was a *real* Battle. This time, he took a different approach. "Nariel." His voice was calm, but stern. "I will protect you as you do what needs to be done." He'd be tanking this time around. He kept his gaze on the area surrounding her, trying to keep tabs on anything that might come at her.
[13:58] Dilara hadn’t come at all as prepared as either August or Cullen, but securing her bow between her teeth as to not lose her spectral limb, tore off a strand of fabric from her garnement. ‘’Se’ond bloo’y ‘ess ‘is voya’e..’’ Her muffled voice muttered as she strapped it around her head and tied a knot to the side, leaving her pointed ears covered the best she could. She had learnt not only once, but twice now, the scream of a banshee. She’d not wish that fate upon anyone. Wrapping her fingers around her bow, Dilara drew an arrow from the quiver at her back and nocked it against her finger. Spectral arm quivering in anticipation when she pulled it back until thumb lined with her cheek, she aimed and let loose. Cullen could likely feel the whip of it, darting past his advancing form, to settle on the fiend he was facing. >We have your back!< Dilara’s voice sent into his head. (F1)
[13:58] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 20 on a d100
[13:58] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 40 on a d100
[14:02] August Shattershell nodded approvingly at Dara's own form of ear protection, and darted close behind Cullen when he charged. The vulnerability of being human was still all too fresh in August's memory. It made her very concerned for the other man. Knowing it to be pointless to shout out and signal her presence to someone else who had the foresight to protect their hearing, August let out a battle cry for no one but herself as she lunged at her target, bo staff whistling through the air as it came down in a vertical strike. (Attack on F1)
[14:02] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kintupel Resident has rolled... 25 on a d100
[14:02] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 18 on a d100
[14:07] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ the fey went into defense mod but once joined in battle against the common foe they relaxed enough to continue their quest of ridding the place of the fiends. Avoiding hitting Cullen the pack of fey turn on the only one left in the area (or is it!?) could it be this easy? Maybe! The spry beast clawing around turned on the newest attacker grabbing at Cullen's leg while the tail tried to come around and knock the man off their feet and prepare to take a bite! Its insistence and reptilian like movements made the arrow sail threateningly into the water under it..lucky fiend foot! But also helped move right the hell into Augusts attack in which it screeches in the direction of the clubber trying to decide if it wished to let go of it's previous target or take after that one. That of course seems to only leave it vulnerable for further attack and that they do. The fey cast a hopefully powerful chose spell as they all cast the same thing.
[14:07] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Taia @ Fiend
[14:07] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 5 on a d100
[14:07] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Mar@Fiend
[14:07] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 39 on a d100
[14:07] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Six@fiend
[14:07] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 27 on a d100
[14:08] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 97 on a d100
[14:08] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 74 on a d100
[14:08] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 8 on a d100
[14:08] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ ^Fiends
[14:08] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 82 on a d100
[14:21] Nariel moved swiftly as she sprinted towards the tree with seed tucked in her arms. Her wings aiding her climb up the black ash and soot covered hill. Once she reached the top rise of the hill her wings took over and flapped quickly in an iridescent blur of indigo carrying her momentum off the hill and over the glowing pool under the foot of the tree. She landed in a careless splash up to her waist in the water holding the seed out in front of her.  Nari looked over to the others briefly before closing her eyes tightly letting her markings upon her skin to burn brightly to life. Her lips parted as her words started to cast the ritual to awaken the seed of Hope. “For the wrongs never made right, Goddess shine upon this seed this night and banish this madness and strife. May we bring this undieing land of the hope of life….”
[14:24] Cullen (katarr) brings his blade up from the strike upon the creature. Before he could prepare another swing though, he feels the parting air of the arrow swishing past him. He briefly glances over the should towards Dara to offer a shallow nod in recognition to her words within his head. As August comes up beside him, he takes a step back from the weird creature thing and lifts his blade diagonally as he attempts to bring the tip of the blade back down upon that creature to try and stab at it s Nariel begins her ritual.
[14:24] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 100 on a d100
[14:25] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 87 on a d100
[14:28] Bear would give Dragmire a quick glance before tagging after Nariel. The others handled themselves well enough, making it all the more convincing to take to standing to the opposite of Nariel, guarded and searching the edges of the forest opening for other unpleasant surprises.
[14:30] Dragmire was as close as he felt he could get without disturbing Nariel's ritual, but his power would be felt now - pulsing slowly under his skin. As part of his protection over her, he was 'thickening his skin' to help dull any attacks that might come that way. It might not help much, but it might keep him from roaring out and jarring her concentration.
[14:31] Dilara >Leave some for me, will you!< Dilara quipped at August and Cullen both when she, with the quick reflexes of someone whom had wielded their bow for years on end; drew another arrow, nocked and let it loose in rapid succession. The arrow whistled through the air to the fiend’s unfallen comrade, all the while she advanced a little closer, keeping a clear angle of their enemy at all times and nearing her allies, should they need healing.
[14:31] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 49 on a d100
[14:32] August Shattershell didn't get to hear the hit connect with its target, something she honestly felt a little robbed about, but felt the impact travel up her arms and vibrate inside her chest in a very satisfactory manner. A grin twitched her lips, stepping out of Cullen's way just in time to allow his blade to swing at the creature freely. Whistling at the devastating blow, she poked at the fallen fiend's remains with the tip of her staff before carefully scanning the surrounding darkness with her gaze. The fabric tightly bound over her ears made attempts at communication fruitless, yet she stood between Cullen and the unknown faes before them in a clearly non-aggressive, yet definitely defensive stance. [Tanking for Cullen in case of surprise attack]
[14:32] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 11 on a d100
[14:36] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ that stab landed and landed good...the crackle of shoulder was so very strong that not only did it snap where the blade colided on it's husk the head popped and rolled away to be hidden in the rocks somewhere jaw agape in its unspoken horror. and even so while it was down the remnants were hacked by August ..yep that one was definitely dead. It wasn't long after that satisfying death that there was a forest wide wail, grinding wood would be to follow and a shake in the ground below. This must be good right?! Our adventurers were soon to find out!
[14:39] STORYWEAVER With the creatures fallen the Duskwood Fae would suddenly take a step back. Improvised weapons at the ready. Before the one names Sixpence would gaze over toward Ep'Way. The sight of strangers so close to the tree filled them all with a mix of fear and anxiety. Each one shambling over on broken bodies to get to their creator in time. Though at the sight of the banshee they would pause again; eyeing her curiously before muttering in a bastardized Fae tongue. <Awa- f-om Ep'way>
[14:50] Nariel opened her eyes to look at the weary and broken trio of Fae approaching her with an expression of empathy and duty. She slowly shook her head in response to their shattered words. “I can’t….for I was made for this...and you were made to protect...and you have...For so long but I beg you to persist and help us…” Just as she finished her words, Nariel approached the base of Ep’Way as her blackened fingers clenched around the glowing seed. Reeling her arm back to swiftly push it ahead to punch at the brittle trunk of the dead lifetree. Hoping to penetrate through and deposit the seed of hope with in.
[14:57] Cullen (katarr) turns his gaze onto the other Fae that were within the area as they begun to approach Nariel and the ground around them seems to quake. His head turns onto August and Dara then to nod towards his fellow combatants in acknowledgment. Slowly, he begins to move, making his way back towards the small mound with his blade still at the ready. The eyes continuing to scan the forest around them, staying at the ready for anything that might emerge.
[15:03] Dragmire moved in closer now that she was pushing the seed into the tree. As the fae came closer, he put his hands up in a way that he hoped would project that the meant no harm. "We're trying to help..." The ground was shaking and the world threatening to fall apart beneath them only encouraged his worry - knowing somewhere in the back of his mind things were about to get real in this area real quick.
[15:03] Dilara hooked her bow across her back the moment each fiend made their return to the abyss and looked on, as the fae approached Nariel, in silent weariness. Making sure that August was unharmed, she wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her sword and turned, listening to the short exchange of words. Unlike the time she had spent in knowledge of the elven language, her fae was limited, only strengthened with what she had picked up at the little time spent on Valesk. >I think they’re telling her to back off.< Dilara offered to August and Cullen’s head. She felt her body stiffen at the sound of shrieking in the distance. Dilara had been taught the hard way to always find suspicion in all strangers. Screams of agony, that was certainly the very basis of such vigilance. She brandished her sword in front of her form in preparation. ‘’Nariel, whatever you’re about to do, be quick about it - I fear we’re about to have company!’’
[15:10] August Shattershell frowned, staff held up in both hands like a shield between her and the small group of faes. She was fully intent on being a living wall. "Yeah, I got the feeling it was something like that." she reflexively muttered in reply to Dara's telepathic missive, although pointlessly so. With a scoff, she loosened the cloth blindings around one of her ears. Being half protected was still better than nothing. "They... Don't look very friendly, Nariel. Should we be worried?" [Keep tanking up]
[15:11] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ all that racket meant it was over right!? All things were right in the world wit the seed in place and doing its glowing things? Sadly no...it was the next wave of fiends! Head after head crawled out of the ground and waisted no time scrambling after ankles because those were the best of course. F3 went after Cullen making a grab  for an ankle while the other reared back and aimed at the shin using it's club attack wooden parts bending and creaking powerfully! F4 went after Dara swinging it's tail around aiming for the core of the archer using it slash attack.  F1 had the longest travels going for Dragonmire making a jump at the large male's back and bite into their shoulder! Lastly F3 went wild bouncing through the water and charged at August  a balled fist aimed at the shin while that tail came in like a battering ram trying to punch in the face...apparently one with glasses was no exception!
[15:17] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ F1@August
[15:17] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 16 on a d100
[15:17] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kintupel Resident has rolled... 70 on a d100
[15:19] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ (correction, F1 is @ Dragonmire and F2@ August)
[15:19] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Fiend@ Dragonmire
[15:19] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 51 on a d100
[15:19] COL RP HUD: Mac And Cheech rolled a 43 out of 100 to perform the action: Defense against F1
[15:20] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ F3@Cullen
[15:20] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 22 on a d100
[15:20] PenJi (kintupel): [Tanking roll for Cullen]
[15:20] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kintupel Resident has rolled... 38 on a d100
[15:21] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ F4@Dara
[15:21] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 27 on a d100
[15:21] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 83 on a d100
[15:21] STORYWEAVER It would take the Fae several moments to come around to Nariel's point of view. Especially after watching her sucker punch the trunk. A combined shriek would come out of all three; and the woods beyond. Before the first inclings of actual life would show itself. A root would wiggle out of the hole made by nariel. it's vine like appendage thickening before rolling around to grip at the trunk. It would start to grow from there. Causing the Duskwood Fae's shrieks to turned to pleased if not twisted cheers. More then one of them would shamble over toward the trunk. Before adopting something akin to a ritualistic position. hands; broken and smashed. Would hold onto the trunk and feed their energies into it. Nourishing the seed further and allowing it to continue to grow. (Need to step away to RL; I will be taking myself out of the post order at this time)
[15:22] Will-O (aphestus): (Updates PO is in my titler)
[15:28] Nariel withdrew her now empty hand and stumbled back a few steps from the sprouting hole she had created at the base of her maker. Seeing the Ashwood Fae stepping in to remember their forgotten purpose brought a faint smile upon the Banshees lips. The warm expression was short lived as she turned to see a Fiend lunge connecting with Dagmire. Baring her claws, Nariel turned and swiped her claws at F1’s back to assist Dagmire. (Rolling Vs F1 Claw Swipe)
[15:28] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Ellaquen Resident has rolled... 41 on a d100
[15:28] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 10 on a d100
[15:34] Cullen (katarr) turns towards the creature that was appraoching him. With a narrowing of the eyes, he swings back down at the creature (( Mini afk, sorry for short post! ))
[15:34] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 69 on a d100
[15:34] Mac And Cheech (echoes.enoch): ayyyyyy]]
[15:34] PenJi (kintupel): ((nice))
[15:36] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 19 on a d100
[15:37] Bear watched as more fiends sprouted from the ground. The bear would immediately target the fiend going after August, seeing the woman had her hands already full. A full charge would be made towards the two through the waters. She lowered her head and parted her jaws wide, trying to snatch and pull the creature away. [Rolling @ F3]
[15:37] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Encraver Resident has rolled... 1 on a d100
[15:37] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 48 on a d100
[15:39] Dragmire 's shoulder got a bite from the strange fiend, but as Nariel too her swipe he grinned. "Thank you~" He rumbled out, before pivoting sharply with his fist at the ready to slam down on the things skull. "Death is part of order, and you've shirked yours long enough..." The Monk of Naevius was having no more of this unliving-fiend-nonsense![@F1]
[15:39] COL RP HUD: Mac And Cheech rolled a 56 out of 100 to perform the action: DRAGMIRE SMASH
[15:41] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 80 on a d100
[15:41] Dilara ‘s head flipped around from the sudden movement at her feet and before she had time to think, let alone breathe, her instincts kicked in. Agile as the cat she ducked under the tail, curved her scimitar which moved, as if simply an extension of her arm, when she swept back up in a wide arc that unleashed the blade across the tail, hoping to sever it in half. Out of sight, out of mind - as she kept telling Acalan. (F4)
[15:41] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 19 on a d100
[15:41] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 53 on a d100
[15:46] August Shattershell 's alertness did her service and, in a wide swipe of her wooden staff, the fiends that had swiped at Cullen and herself were both stopped in their track. Feral grin that had nothing to do with glee splitting her face, August hissed at the hostile creatures. "That's right, bright it on you fucks." she hissed, before being startled by the charging bear. Quelling a moment of instinctive panic and remembering that one was on -their- side (her experience with bears was less than desirable), she didn't allow herself a blow at the fiend that had tried to attack her as much as she failed to hold back the kneejerk reaction and to maintain her defensive position. [[Attack at F3]]
[15:46] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kintupel Resident has rolled... 90 on a d100
[15:46] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 15 on a d100
[15:48] ~*~Storyweaver~*~  attack.
[15:48] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ the fiend felt it and tossed it head back in pain as Narial came to the man's assistance but that meant it's claws were bared and attacking the strong shoulders on the way down (Attack on Dragonmire). The swing Cullen dealt was a great blow sinking deep into snapping bone and splintering wood, it's already been stunned stupid but that left it's tail to swing around trying to slash with it wildly. The bear trampled right past harmlessly and jaws snapped at air..impressive clap of jaws at that...very threating!! While the creature stuck on Drag's had already lost it's grip at the jaws the creature had time to duck one way and latch onto the other side moreso on the ribs as it's lost height thanks to Nari. Dilara's attack was a good one but the creature seemed to predict that and swung it not only out of the way but back around for an attack aimed at the back of knees trying to knock her off her feet! Speaking of knee jerks F3 got a hell of one and was stunned a few moments leaving it well open for another e
[15:48] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ asy attack (because sl ate the order)
[15:49] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Fein@ Drag
[15:49] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 42 on a d100
[15:51] COL RP HUD: Mac And Cheech rolled a 24 out of 100 to perform the action: Attempting not to get bit
[15:51] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Fiend@Cullen
[15:51] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 24 on a d100
[15:52] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 32 on a d100
[15:52] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Fiend@Dilara
[15:52] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 80 on a d100
[15:52] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 93 on a d100
[15:56] Nariel still engaged with the Fiend attacking Dragmire watched as it bit it's twisted maw at him. From behind Nariel attempts to plant her hand upon the top of F1’s skull and curl her sharp, long claw like fingers around and dug her fingers into its twisted face. (Vs F1 Banshee Bowling ball grip)
[15:56] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Ellaquen Resident has rolled... 54 on a d100
[15:56] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 67 on a d100
[15:58] Cullen (katarr) brings his blade upwards as he flashes down along the fiend that was in front of him. The sword lifting from the attack just in time for him to see that tail wildly thrashing about. It would seem to aim directly towards him, nearly slapping him in the face! Yet at the last moment, he manages to hop backwards to avoid the slash. The air displacing around him and sending a gust that loosens a few errant locks of air. The sword of the Hunter raises within a horizontal motion as he steps forward in an attempt to impale the creature upon it.
[15:58] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 58 on a d100
[15:59] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 24 on a d100
[16:02] Dragmire was now... annoyed... because this fiend was insistent on snacking on him. Dragmire reeled his fist back again, but then splayed it open, golden magic coalescing there before it took a sudden and swift turn to black and purple. Palm thrust forward once more, it'd smack the Fiend in the face before he released an Eldritch Blast.
[16:03] COL RP HUD: Mac And Cheech rolled a 62 out of 100 to perform the action: E-Blast to the FACE
[16:03] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 43 on a d100
[16:03] Dilara must look a picture, dancing with this fiend like a well-choreographed take out of ‘the windmill’, what with how they spun around each other’s attacks. Dilara pivoted out the way of the tail, pressed one solid heel down into the ground and burst forward, both knees up in a double jump as she barreled down straight for it’s head. Dilara fully intended to kick those nasty chompers through the ground; reacquainting it with the very dirt it crawled out of. (Eat dirt F4!)
[16:03] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 80 on a d100
[16:04] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 99 on a d100
[16:05] Bear clamped its jaws around.. air. Which probably tasted a little like ash, and a bit of failure. Fumbling her large body around. Luckily Cullen was on the fiend now, but she was in it for revenge. She'd avoid Cullen sword, and try pressing a paw and weight onto the thing, while the other raked along its body in an attempt to displace some parts. [Rolling @ F2]
[16:05] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Encraver Resident has rolled... 56 on a d100
[16:05] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 100 on a d100
[16:08] August Shattershell 's focus was momentary stolen away from the events around, entirely redirected (perhaps unwisely) on the fiend that had been turned into her pinata. With a taunting exclamation, her staff whistled through the air with the full intent to come down again on the crawling abomination's head until it popped off. There was no hope to find candy in there, but an inert decapitated corpse would be a good enough prize for now, she figured. [Twack @ Fiend 3]
[16:08] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kintupel Resident has rolled... 64 on a d100
[16:08] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 30 on a d100
[16:13] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Claws and a good bite landed and the creature seemed to cackle in a sadistic sort of glee and while the pull to its face was a sharp one it and successfully pulled it completely free from the man that tail came around and tried to choke while reaching out with the many arms  to keep a good grip on her. The creature attacking Cullen was indeed impaled and after a few resistant squirms and distant voice let out a call ....it suddenly doesn't, turning into a heap of dead weight. The sudden colorfull blast from Dragmire let the wicker beast fall wherever it landed and stopped moving. The bear did pin the bone and woody beast but it was able to sink deeper into the water and the slippery thing wormed out and swung itself around and  grabbed with the second set of hands while slashing claws with the other! Altering the story just a bit August storms the...umm forest with deadly grace joining our friend August and thwacking mercilessly and it fell to that grace...gracelessly! And while all of this was happening
[16:13] ~*~Storyweaver~*~  ground began to have that all to familiar shake. Coming out of the ground almost in the same spots as their predecessors did a flood  of three more came into view and considered their options before charging forward.
[16:14] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Fiend@Neri
[16:14] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 10 on a d100
[16:14] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Ellaquen Resident has rolled... 55 on a d100
[16:15] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Fiend@Bear
[16:15] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 19 on a d100
[16:15] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Encraver Resident has rolled... 47 on a d100
[16:18] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Hoooo F4 barely saved it fangs from the stomp and with legs so close took a snap at calf
[16:18] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Fiend@Dilara
[16:18] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 46 on a d100
[16:18] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 25 on a d100
[16:31] Nariel watched as Dragmires Eldrich blast finished off the Fiend between them giving her a chance to look back to the ritual. The sprouting vines escaping the hole had grown thick as it has taken to climbing up the trunk and outreaching branches much like a guide. A rumbling from high and below as the new wave of fiends started to rise from the soil. Above the sound of rolling thunder as the area started to drop in temperature. Faintly small droplets started to descend from the thick canopy of Ash and haze. A welcome site however many things were going to get wet. Nariel returned her attention back just in time to see the emerging Fiend take a shot at her. Nimbly twisting herself away, She took a moment to channel. Collecting a ball of electric plasma that danced between her blackened fingers. (Electric Blast channeling 1 of 2)
[16:36] Cullen (katarr) moves a leg back, the sword of his tugging free from the corpse of the horrible creature. His eyes briefly glance over towards his other allies. The eyes fall upon Nariel and Drag. They seemed to be getting on fair enough. Instead, he turns back onto Dara. He moves to leap off of the tree branch so that he could land beside the Elven woman. That sword raising to bring it down upon her opponent to cover her. (( On F4 ))
[16:36] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 93 on a d100
[16:37] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 77 on a d100
[16:41] Dragmire got the satisfaction of seeing an end come to that one that'd nibbled on him and let out a huff - there were more coming and not a lot of time to work. "Shaklah-Nir..." Nari was charging, he could see that plainly - so he placed himself between the oncoming fiends and her. Tanking for Nariel, no roll unless she's attacked.
[16:42] Bear blinked as she somehow managed to step out of the way of one of the charging fiends. Her focused switched between the newer fiends before taking a pick for the one who charged at her. Where teeth and attempts to crush failed, she would swipe at the thing, trying to get it away from  the group. [rolling @ F7]
[16:42] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Encraver Resident has rolled... 21 on a d100
[16:42] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 38 on a d100
[16:42] Dilara had encountered many a great beasts during her time alive with teeth to equal their greatness and, as someone with a lot of experience in the field, she really ought to have thought that one through. Water splashed up around her legs she but only felt the absence of skull underneath; then a sudden sharp pain. ‘’Aaagh - ugly /beast/!’’ Dilara snapped and, brandishing her sword through the air, she thrust her scimitar down towards its spine. Dilara dearly hoped it hadn’t taken a liking to manticore; for gourmet was not on the menu. ‘’Thank you!’’ She managed to chip up to Cullen that, perhaps with her aid, hopefully forced the creature to release her. (Poking f4)
[16:42] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 62 on a d100
[16:42] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 36 on a d100
[16:48] August Shattershell 's gaze snapped on the fiend that had bit down on Dara's legs, her eyes searing with red hot anger. With a furious roar, she swung her staff at it in an attempt to not only do as much damage as she could, but hopefully send it reeling back some distance as well. She felt the clutch of nervous apprehension on her stomach when the creatures they'd defeated seemed to simply get replaced by a new wave of the same. "How many of these fucking things are there?!" she cussed spitefully.
[16:48] PenJi (kintupel): [[Roll on F4]]
[16:48] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kintupel Resident has rolled... 70 on a d100
[16:48] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 68 on a d100
[16:52] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ The following three seem to have a different focus, the previous had simply been trying to stop the adventurers from  proceeding ...well these ones wanted that seed and weren't afraid to go after it. Their arms and legs moving almost like scorpions with their tails up and heading in the direction of Nari and Dragmire. Cullen had amazing accuracy in this hit through it's body was still writhing while being pinned, that scorpion like tail curled and flung towards the man's back ..an eye for an eye...or back stab. Bear was a mighty creature indeed...those huge heavy stomping paws and snappy claws! Seems this time again the fiend was a little to squirmy and while  it was evaded those claws managed to roll it good!  The attack wouldn't deture it though scrambling towards the objective. Dilara landed a heavy and sturdy blow that cracked many "ribs" and wooden supports  flinging mass of both into the air. In a spiteful attack  hanging on by a thread tries again to scoop the ladies legs out from under them. Augus
[16:52] ~*~Storyweaver~*~  swing not only cracked it's glowing eye socket and skull but flung it a ways back and from that moment on wouldn't move again.
[16:55] Nariel seed the injured Dragmire step in before her to tank and decides to extend her channel drawing in more electricity to her body into the realms of reckless. Now aiming her focus to the three Fiends closing toward her and Dragmire. (Channeling for AoE 2 of 3 : Chain lightning)
[16:58] Cullen (katarr) draws his blade from the opponent before him. Yet, with a narrowing of the eyes, the creature stubbornly refused to go down it would seem. Once more that longsword of his raises, aiming to bring it down upon the central back of the creature to impale it upon his blade as he had with the other creature earlier that day.
[16:59] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 52 on a d100
[16:59] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 33 on a d100
[17:03] Bear kept running after the fiend after it slipped out of her grasp. Thing was reminding her of those dreaded salmon fishing trips back home.. not the fondest memory. Now it really saw the thing as one, and was more than determined to catch it. She would try, yet again, to catch it in her jaws and carry the little bastard away. [rolling @ F7]
[17:03] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Encraver Resident has rolled... 95 on a d100
[17:03] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 48 on a d100
[17:11] Dragmire continued his Sentinel Vigilance, seeing the Fiends come closer - and Cullen coming in with a nice attack on one. His power thrummed under his skin once more, preparing for what strikes may come so that Nariel could proceed uninterrupted. Was that humming? Yup, Dragmire was humming a song as well, just a little something creepy to add to his intimidation score perhaps.
[17:12] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Charging and charging the banshee did little fleks of the stuff building between hands..impressive! Cullen well they ended the last fight the fiend had left and stilled under the powerful steel and moved onto the very quickly scuttling moving F5 and suddenly the creature lacked a tail and while it hurt and was well wounded it wouldn't stop going for the stump with the seed along with the others. Bear, adorable as ever came at that fiend with a raging anger and clamped teeth hard into bone and splinters. Feet and claws sunk into the muddy earth proving useless to not be dragged off. Trying at times to lurch forward only to splash back into the water. Tail curled in and tried to stab into the Bear's head. F6 made it and  started reaching for the seed ignoring the lulling hum from Dragmire and the possible peril of it's companions.
[17:12] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ (IGNORE THAT)
[17:12] Dilara ‘’Remind me not to get on your bad side - na muin!’’ Dilara chipped up when, completely ignoring the pain gripping around her leg, she burst forth to close the distance between herself and the remaining fiends. The ominous crack of lightning caught her in her steps. Having seen such chain of anger strike everything in its path before, Dilara kicked off to the side, swept up her arm, and sent her scimitar ahead of her - straight for the nearest fiend. (Tossing blade on F6!)
[17:12] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 48 on a d100
[17:13] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 58 on a d100
[17:18] August Shattershell , after a quick check over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't turning her back on anything that still moved, sprinted right behind Dara towards the remaining fiends. "Isn't it what I'm doing right now?" she quipped back in humor she allowed herself, a reward for her efforts so far. She tilted her head down and huffed through her nose like a charging bull, striking at the first fiend who had the misfortune to find itself in the path of her cudgel. "Are you two okay?" she bellowed at Nariel and Dragmire. [Roll at F5]
[17:18] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kintupel Resident has rolled... 44 on a d100
[17:18] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 69 on a d100
[17:27] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Charging and charging the banshee did little fleks of the stuff building between hands..impressive! Cullen well they ended the last fight the fiend had left and stilled under the powerful steel and moved onto the very quickly scuttling moving F5 and suddenly the creature lacked a tail and while it hurt and was well wounded it wouldn't stop going for the stump with the seed along with the others. Bear, adorable as ever came at that fiend with a raging anger and clamped teeth hard into bone and splinters. Feet and claws sunk into the muddy earth proving useless to not be dragged off. Trying at times to lurch forward only to splash back into the water. Tail curled in and tried to stab into the Bear's head. F6 made it and  started reaching for the seed ignoring the lulling hum from Dragmire and the possible peril of it's companions. F6 was already moving off and saw the flash of the blade from Dilara coming and moved it's shoulder to take the hip and lost a few spikes along the way...hissed a mighty hiss but
[17:27] ~*~Storyweaver~*~  kept on not lingering and trying  to join its counter part defensively and quick to follow was August who somehow trampled over it with the quickness the squish to it's spine gave it a slipped disk or 4 but not enough to slow it much creepy crawling along and had the others not been moved off the SW would have ya roll to see just how unfortunate a trip you'd be taking...however there wasn't such luck for the gypped SW and waits till August realizes that they left themselves behind.
[17:31] Nariel nodded to August quickly but watched as the fiend F6 pressed ahead and started to reach its hand toward the sprouting seed of hope. That becoming Nariel’s sole focus and guaranteed it to be the first on the receiving end of her finishing spell. The coiled electricity rushing down her arms to unleash on to F6 and any Foes that find themselves in its arcing reach. (Chain lightning 3of3 AoE vs F6 and applicable Fiends)
[17:31] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Ellaquen Resident has rolled... 38 on a d100
[17:31] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 59 on a d100
[17:35] Cullen (katarr) || It's tail had been removed. Like a damn lizard. But, when Cullen draws his blade from the creature it -still- seems insistent upon finding that damn seed. The blade of the Hunter raises within the air as he steps forward, trying to make the creature pay for every step it took towards the Seed that the group was guarding by bringing his blade down to rend along the back of the creature.
[17:35] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 50 on a d100
[17:35] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 22 on a d100
[17:37] Bear had her head held high after finally catching the 'salmon'. She made off a short distance away from the frenzy before feeling a stabbing sensation on her head, like that of a brutal headache. Certainly was going to feel that the next morning. That bear was reluctant to let go and would only hold tight, even if it meant spending a day picking splinters out of her jaws. The bear would groan before seating herself there and using both paws to try and crush the fiend's head between them. [Rolling @ F7]
[17:37] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Encraver Resident has rolled... 83 on a d100
[17:37] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 90 on a d100
[17:40] Dragmire felt the chain lightning fire off, and that's all he needed to send himself into motion, rampaging straight for the one that had been reaching for the seed. If he managed to get hands on it, he'd go full-barbarian and try to smash the one fiend into another fiend. [[Attempting to grab F5 and smack it into F6]]
[17:40] COL RP HUD: Mac And Cheech rolled a 93 out of 100 to perform the action: Smack a MF'er with another MF'er
[17:41] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 47 on a d100
[17:41] Dilara noticed then, with a strike of fear in her heart which might have just scared the bowels out of her, that they were completely ignoring the lot of them to reach the tree. ‘’Oh - fuck’s sake!’’ Dilara spat out in a flurry of words otherwise occupying her betrothed’s mouth and lunged forward. Ignoring the possible hit of lightning against skin, she pulled her scimitar up from the muddy waters and as she turned, slashed it down across the back of one of the fiends. (fiend 6)
[17:41] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 21 on a d100
[17:44] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 93 on a d100
[17:45] August Shattershell 's eyes skipped rapidly between the arching bolts of electricity summoned by Nariel and the water she was standing in thigh-deep. "Oh, hell no." she blurted out in a sudden jab of panic and, grateful for the sudden moment of situational awareness, ran back to the higher, drier ground that surrounded the life tree. The words that came out of Dara's mouth were so perfectly in synch with her own thoughts on the same matter that she briefly wonder if she'd accidentally broadcasted it into her fiancée's head somehow and, devoting her attention to the same target, aimed a swiping blow at the fiend crawling towards the tree in an attempt to smack it away.
[17:45] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kintupel Resident has rolled... 77 on a d100
[17:47] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 12 on a d100
[17:50] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ Nari had a way with spells and they were glorious...while it wouldn't be amplified as it otherwise would have being in water each one of them would feel a sting making them shriek and wind their heads around trying to clear the annoyance out and off of them giving the adventurers much needed time to get free wings in. The bear with 7 was trembling painfully as it was certainly felt the paws but was able to wiggle out of them and try to scamper back towards the seed growling and hissing at Nari intending attack!(no actual attack just yet, has distance to cover) Dragmire's charge however...well F6 didnt see it coming but was hit like a bull in a full run and collided just as hard into F6 knocking it into the rocks and preventing it's charge on the sprouting seed and from seeing anything but bright speckles it couldn't seem to shake from it's head. F6 may very well be out of attacks this round thanks to the devastating blow but dodged Dilara's with a simple well timed roll to it's side groaning in pain from
[17:50] ~*~Storyweaver~*~  many a broken ribs and was walking funny due to a misplaced hip. On that side put it's back towards August and got a huge clap on it's innards  sprouting bone and splinters from them and a loud squeal of gurgled anguish in the water. Rolled with a little spash into the water and began to crawl towards the seed.
[18:04] Nariel saw her lightning miss its intended load but thankfully her allies where on it and knocked F6 away from the prize.Too close and a quick glance would see the remaining all focused to attempt the same. Stepping closer to the tree protectively she watched F7 scurry across swiftly towards her. Taking on a hunched over pose. Nariel let out a challenging growl. Showing the pointed canine teeth the Banshee rarely ever showed. From her parted lips a bone quaking howl rushed forth. Attempting to instill a crippling fear in to the horrors approaching. (Banshee’s Scream)  Meanwhile the vines from the sprouting seed has engulfed the towering remains of the dead Life tree. From its branches the vines started to bloom iridescent flowers to greet the falling rain above. The rain had pushed the looming haze of ash down and exposed the night starry sky compleat with bright moon watching overhead. The moonlight seemed to fill the grotto with soft hues of blue. Banishing more and more of the shadows back into the forest.
[18:04] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Ellaquen Resident has rolled... 80 on a d100
[18:04] Nariel  (Rolling Banshees Scream)
[18:04] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 93 on a d100
[18:07] Cullen (katarr) moves from his previous target to flank another. He hops towards his left, longsword raising. There was a brief moment to glance up to Nariel and her Banshee Scream. There is a wincing of the eyes ever so slightly. It was good he had put in those wax earplugs. When his focus returns, it is to settle his focus upon the being to swing down along the creatures back, looking to rip through the flesh and tear at the muscles. (( F7 ))
[18:07] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Katarr Resident has rolled... 13 on a d100
[18:07] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 26 on a d100
[18:08] Bear would claws its way back up and chase after the fiend. She wasn't done toying with it. It wouldn't be catching up that would be an issue, but trying to capture it instead. Instead of try to pick it out, the bear would aim to stomp the thing's ribs, or any limbs that was unfortunate enough to fall under her weight. [Rolling @ F7]
[18:08] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Encraver Resident has rolled... 71 on a d100
[18:08] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 8 on a d100
[18:10] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 38 on a d100
[18:13] Dragmire couldn't hear *shit* right now, but he'd taken it without hesitation, following after the Fiend he'd just thrown at another fiend. He'd thrust his bulk up at almost alarmingly high, and come crashing back down with both feet on that one unfortunate fiend. [[F6]]
[18:14] COL RP HUD: Mac And Cheech rolled a 79 out of 100 to perform the action: Spear Kick
[18:14] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 39 on a d100
[18:16] Dilara had to give it to them; the beasts were persistent. Watching in sheer astonishment when the fiend she had been trying to fight kept returning to the seed, no matter how much of its own weight it was dragging behind, Dilara took a step forth and despite it being very much dead, raised her arm and viciously stabbed the pointy end of her sword into its back. ‘’And /stay/ down!’’ She snapped in vexation, one which was unfortunately short-lived when the scream of Nariel burst through the fabric that, all things considered, didn’t give the feline any sort of advantage. Dilara stumbled back with a caterwaul, or perhaps it was simply the echo of the high-pitched scream still echoing inside her head, and did her best to cup one ear from the sound. Just like the few other times she had been caught in a banshee scream, she could feel the warmth of her own blood trickling down her neck.  ‘’Fuck - STOP!’’
[18:16] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Efilyth Resident has rolled... 29 on a d100
[18:16] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 81 on a d100
[18:22] August Shattershell reflexively cringed and braced herself at the sight of Nariel bracing for a wail, and while the layers upon layers of cloth wrapped tightly over her ears make it sound as if she was hearing it underwater, she shuddered at the painful memories summoned. "Ah, shit." she cussed at the sight of her companions who hadn't been spared, especially concerned about Dara. It seemed like they had yet another visit to the infirmary on their schedule, now. With an angry bark, she swung her staff at the last persistent fiend. "Take a hint already!" she spat at it to no other purpose than venting out her own frustration.
[18:22] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kintupel Resident has rolled... 26 on a d100
[18:23] [CoL] Hud v2.0: Kahawtik Haiku has rolled... 3 on a d100
[18:26] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ The frighteningly beautiful banshee let off her roar and while BOTH of them hesitate, first set of hands covering thier ears and putting them in an odd position...while pained they trudge on unless swung at. Swung at they CERTAINLY were! The seed was progressing dammit and they HAD to prevent it! The wailing as before was heard as was the quaking of the ground below them. Emerging much slower than the previous bunch hands came out and with much effort they fought though the moving ground and out another wave of fiends. They seem to be struggling to get past the torso but bit by bit they managed to get to about the hips. Meanwhile! Cullen bashed away and while the stealth was pretty good the creature still lost a good portion of it's side...that was gonna hurt later. Bear however would see to it that "later" wasn't going to happen. There weren't many ribs left to begin with and with that hard push everything split down the middle, bone and splinter ceased to move again. Dragmire...He was a bull in a ...fie
[18:26] ~*~Storyweaver~*~  pit. Whereever those feet landed cracked and snapped ...loudly. Arms had a short moment to flail before it started to try to drag itself along and got nowhere but it's purpose was set in stone..er...bone? XD Yes. Lastly August caved in it's skull masterfully even through the shallow waters. Now...as for what was stiring behind out  victors as they thought they were in peril once more. Roosts burst through near the  hoard of  fiends and one by one..root by root of the Life tree latched onto the beginning of a REALLY bad reverse henti movie. May be why they were having so much trouble emerging to begin with and were pulled back under with hollers and far away screams of dread back into the wet earth.
[18:27] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ *Fiend pit
[18:40] Nariel winched as she took notice the ill effect her scream seemed to have universally. Lucky the others where inept on pressing through. The familiar rumble below their feet was an unwelcomed sight as more fiends seemed to unearth. But were stopped. Roped by fiberous roots and taken back to be reclaimed by the newly born Life tree asserted its presence over the troubled land. Nari let out a loud and happy cheer as the area was cleared of fiends and the light of the moon overhead was shining brightly upon the grotto. The heavy rain seemed to lighten or perhaps it was just remaining drips falling from the canopy above.  The Trio of Ashwood fae circling the tree of life looked over their own limbs as vines seemed to snake around their broken and exposed parts. Tightening and shaping to mend the broken and fill the gaps they wore like scars. Their posture starting to right themselves as the breath of nature was once again apart of this grotto. There was a moment of stun between them as the Ashwood Fae looked from
[18:40] Nariel  themselves and then around their grotto as though Life doesn't just suddenly explode. But the haunting feeling of this place feels somewhat lifted. More and more flowers bloom over the vine covered trunk of the tree. Even the ash and soot smell seemed to be washed away with the rain and replaced with a smell not unlike fertile and freshly tilled soil.
[18:46] Cullen (katarr) lifts his blade, ready to stab at the next creature to appear from the ground. Yet, before he could, those vines reach out to wrap around the fiends to drag them under the ground. The eyes of the Human turn from left to right, searching around the area as if expecting there to be more of a threat to emerge from around them. When such a threat doesn't seem to come, the sword lowers and eventually raises to sheathe along his back to holster the blade. He begins to turn, performing a 360 as he approaches the trunk of the tree. There is a brief moment to glance towards the unfamiliar Fae before giving them a slight nod in recognition. "It looks as if we were victorious this day."
[18:50] Bear was eager for the next fiend to sprout out of the ground. And they did, at least until they were dragged back down. The bear looked and simply blinked and seated herself where she sat. The shift of smell would take her be surprise more than expected, bringing a sense of.. sheer relief.
[18:51] Dragmire 's voice boomed as August smashed the fiend's skull "WELL DONE!" He had no clue how loud he was - or how terrifying that boom may have been despite the words being kind. As more tried to emerge, Dragmire thrust his hand out, a large, solid hammer sparking to life before both hands gripped the haft and lifted above his head. "NO MORE!" He announced - but then the Life Tree agreed with him and shooped them back down before he could play Whack-a-fiend. He stood there, waiting a moment longer... and then would finally dismiss the Hammer back from whence it came.
[18:56] Dilara was happy that she wore her pendant still, hidden from view under the collar of her dress, but providing her with enough support to hold her form even when her focus began to waver. Her eyes were closed long after silence had settled, though of course she could not hear it, and her one hand still cupping her bleeding ear. ‘’Fuck’s .. sake.’’ Dilara added again in a mutter whilst she stumbled over to the edge of the waters where she could sit down. Her head possibly rung.
[18:56] Forrest: Access denied.
[19:02] August Shattershell 's ears were still tightly bandaged, and she was glad that was the case when Dragmire's loud praise made itself heard even though the muffling. She grimaced, unraveling her makeshift and shoddy turban as she rushed to Dara's side. "Yeah, thanks." she muttered, a little half-heartedly. Her priorities lay elsewhere, as she scrutinized the damage done to her fiancée, concern visible on her traits at the sight of trickling blood. "Can anyone heal?" she bellowed out, clearly mouthing out each syllable in hope even the deafened may understand. "You did some collateral there, Nariel." August sighed out, before her gaze drifted up to the tree. "...I guess we did what we came here for... Right?"
[19:03] ~*~Storyweaver~*~ there were no further threats from fiends to the adventurers, while the others talked amongst themselves it was as if the fey they'd met at the beginning began to replenish themselves...come into themselves remembering who and just WHAT they are. A more awakened state, fluttered around the moon pool with renewing excitement around the tree, putting hands upon it as if there were something to feel. Not all here may understand but they certainly did! The adventures talked or yelled amongst themselves, what was to happen next for them?  Break first,,,fiend bashing took a lot out of a person afterall
[19:16] Nariel held a bright smile as she looked over the others.Looking to August as she requested healing. Smiling brighter Nariel folded her wings behind her and took a few steps out toward the center of the moon lit pool. “These lands are starting to mend...now under the care of a Life tree. This water like An Ri’s back home can regenerate. So please step on in…” She paused as she let her fingers return to normal and glide over the iridescent waters surface. “I can not explain to all of you how it feels for an oath bound to see an old promise..a purpose come to fluration..My home is given a chance once again where it was taken from them before my very existence took place. It will take years for nature to reclaim this land...but the new generation of Fae that will manifest at the foot of this life tree...will have a purpose once again…. Fae do not say thank you…” She paused briefly then shook her head. “But I do not see any other way to express what all of you have done. The journey we have
[19:16] Nariel  taken...the scars you bring back with you...Thank you ...hardly even scratched the surface.”
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[19:22] STORYWEAVER As they would gather in the pool; if they so desired. The extend of the work done would become evident. The vine that had sprouted as a seedling was now thick and embracing the trunk's full length. Roots dug into it; tapping into the trees own. Before the slow pulsing of it's life would start to radiate through the area. A bout of thunder could be heard far off. Bringing with it a storm to wash away the ash and fox. Allowing the new life to take hold were it was needed. And remove the stain of undeath from that which needed it. The three fae had backed away from the group. Their own bodies twisting and malformed. Would be showing signs of repair. As vines; similar to the ones on the tree. Embraced them; and helped to hold their doll like figures together. They were speaking amongst themselves. In low tones; while other eyes peered in from the clearing. Gathering some of the other fae to the area; what ones remained. To bear witness to the events as they had unfolded. Though the sense of malevolence; was
[19:22] STORYWEAVER  leaving the area. Leaving the soft waters of the pool to radiate a calming blue light.
[19:23] Will-O (aphestus): **Fog (not fox)
[19:24] Cullen (katarr) glances onto that tree before them for several moments, staring at the gnarled,  and blackened wooden trunk. Lowering his face, he reaches for the wax earplugs and tugs them from the ears to place them within a satchel that hung from his back then. Buttoning the satchel before patting it. The act was done just in time to hear the words of gratitude from the Banshee and for his gaze to drift over towards her. For a brief moment, he lowers himself into a crouch so that he could crouch along the edge of the water. Slowly, the hand reaches within, dipping the bare skin within the liquid as if he was expecting it to burn him. And yet, no burn seems to come. There is a brief closing of the eyes followed by a sighing under the breath as he moves to set his feet within the water and wade his way over towards the Banshee. As he does so, a hand reaches out in an attempt to set along her waist as he leans forward to set a kiss along the woman's forehead. "Of course, it looks as though things will eventually be set
[19:24] Cullen (katarr):  right here?" As he speaks, he turns to face the group for a brief moment to observe the recovering bodies of the Fae before leaning forward to whisper towards the Banshee before him.
[19:28] Bear glanced back at Dragmire with a confused expression. She couldn't talk per-say, but still managed to communicate telepathically. It would also appear that the headache might have caused her to forget the little details in life. Instead of using common, she would once again speak in her fae tongue. <Did you say something? I saw your lips moving.> And then she would look to Nariel and ask in the same language, the voice tired, but hopeful. But after Cullen finished speaking to her. <Perhaps we'll return to see it someday? In a better state..> The bears' ears fell flat against her head. Ringing ears, a headache, and a mouth possibly riddled with splinters- she would take up the request. She lifted herself and moved closer to the other fae. Not immediately ready nor willing to try to converse with them just yet.
[19:30] Dragmire had become a little bit more aware of the fact that his deafness was present as he found himself trying to read Nariel's lips. He had enough skill at it that his brows went up by the end, no small amount of shock taken from what she had just said. A tired smile rested on his face, and he'd incline his head briefly before walking a little further into the water - taking a knee before the tree. "The eyes of the Goddess are upon us..." He intoned - though not loudly like before. "Her Judgment rings true..." Although it was likely Cybelle that had her hand in all this, Naevius certainly did watch as well. "The flames of Cybelle touch all... burning bright and true..." Spiritual Dragmire is Spiritual. The bear's words touched his mind again, but this time he had a fair idea of who was behind it. Sadly, he still couldn't understand Fae-speak and let out a kind of unintelligent "Eh?"
[19:32] Dilara looked up when August suddenly appeared at her side and despite the pain, managed to form a timid smile. ‘’Sorry darling - I fear I cannot hear you.’’ She tried to joke at the forming of words that, all things considered, Dilara knew perfectly well hadn’t been aimed to her. She reached for their arm to give her a reassuring squeeze, then turned to look towards the group. Nariel speaking towards August were noted, yet she couldn’t hear a word. ‘’What? What is she saying?’’ The glow out the corner of her eyes caught her attention. Dilara turned back and stared down at the waters that had since the battle cleared; leaving it with a similar draw as the river by An Ri. Powerful magic coursed through these lands. She could feel it prickling her skin. ‘’Darling..’’ Dilara reached out and, using August to pull herself up, she tread down into the lake.
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[19:37] August Shattershell gladly helped Dara up on her feet and, knowing full well that she couldn't hear a thing, did her best to wordlessly guide her to bathe into the pool without forcefully dunking her in it. She doubted that would fly very well even under the best of circumstances, given the manticore's aversion for water. Her loose and messy hair already soaked and clinging to her face from the downpour now that there was no bundle of cloth to protect it anymore, August pushed it out of her eyes and gave Nariel a tired, but warm smile. "Ah- I'm only happy to be helpful." she truthfully replied, a little bashful. "I'm glad it happened to be for something this important to you." She considered joining everyone in the pool, but quickly realized with arrested surprise that she was completely unscathed. She looked in wonder at the cracked and splintered wooden staff she still held in her hand, and hummed thoughtfully.
[19:41] Nariel smiled warmly to Cullen’s approach and took the kiss to her forehead graciously. Catching the Fae tongued voice in her head. Nari’s eyes move directly for the bear. Responding vocaly in return. “I hope so too..Though our return is quite problematic. The ship was damaged so badly and Pirates are surely looking for us…..” Nari grew silent for a moment as she thought of the troubles ahead.
[19:45] Cullen (katarr): "In a minute." Replies the man with a faint smile as he leans away from Nariel. His attention turns to settle upon the group that was quickly joining them within the pools of water. "Yes, returning back to the Island may prove... problematic."
[19:47] STORYWEAVER Ever the listeners the Fae were; picking up on their words. One of the trio; Sixpence. Would pip in without much issue. "Hey so..We can help you there.." She took on a smile more characteristic of Fae. Though still rather mishapen; and now with vines crossing her face. Holding it together. The other two would hop over to the water. And motion in. well aware of the way Sixpence spoke. "And usually it's pretty dangerous for non Fae.. But were pretty sure the old ones ways were ment for this..So....If you want.." The porcelain face cracked; as she forced it to smile. Though the vines would weave in and help hold the face together. "It will let you return...to a place of power for our kind..but certainly closer and better then beeing here.
[19:49] Bear lifted her shoulders in a shrug. <I could get a head-start on those pirates.. More hungry than tired anyway.> Her head rolled back to Dragmire, who.. gave her answer, not one she could really work with. <Nevermind. We'll talk later.> Attention quickly shifted to the other fae. Still nothing to address them with, but would wait for the group to discuss that matter.
[19:52] Dilara had left her weapon with August, or rather, by their feet - and with murmured words of gratitude for the aid she finally allowed herself to sit down. It was not often one would see this cat willingly enter anything other than a tub but, for the sake of her hearing, she was quick to unfold her legs under her form and let the water completely submerge her in silent echoes. Her eyes remained tightly shut, the odd toe breaking up the surface, and arms gently swaying to and fro to keep her underwater. Finally, poked her nose out the water and glanced to Nariel. ‘’Perhaps we ought to build a sled with wings.’’ She offered with little indifference to the odd request. ‘’I could fly us back.’’ Her lips spread into a cheeky grin and only then, did Dilara find herself. ‘’Oh, why I’ve got my hearing back!’’ She turned her head to look at August as if -she- was the reason for her treatment. Bursting with newfound energy, much thanks to the pool, Dilara waded closer to the femme. ‘’The
[19:52] Dilara  water’s lovely dear, you really should try it.’’ She attempted to coax her down the pool but was interrupted at the words from Sixpence. ‘’Dangerous?’’ Dilara’s hands pushed water as she swept back. ‘’I’m fairly sure we can all agree by now that sounds like tea-time. Well, what is this suggestion, then?’’ (This will be my post out as I really need to sleep. Dara will just swim about the pool a bit! hahah)
[19:56] Dragmire 's ears ringing to the key of C-sharp finally seemed to ebb enough that he could hear words properly, and he slowly made to stand again. "Phew... What a time this has been." He finally said, and as the Fae offered to help, he'd turn to Nariel. "We don't have much of a choice, I suppose. The Island's close enough that we could arrive at the An Ri." Which made total sense in his mind. "Is there anything I can offer to help?" He had energy now, enough to help supply the trip home if need be.
[20:01] STORYWEAVER The Dusk wood fae let out a soft laugh in response. "Yes usually you would come out as little more then a dying ember. But we learned a long time ago how to keep animals safe. Not as big as a bear..but well.." She giggled against looking to the Polar animal. "Anywho; if you all get in the pool of water. It will be your Medium for you trip." Sixpence would look to the other fae after that. Before one among them stood at the edge of the water and crouched down to put her hands in. "Laast chaaance.." She said in almost a musical tone. It seems the Fae of the wood were already starting to feel like their former selves. "Going once...."
[20:01] Will-O (aphestus): (ahhh i'm sorry <3
[20:01] Will-O (aphestus): (I post skipped like a mofo)
[20:01] Will-O (aphestus): (IGNOREM E)
[20:01] August Shattershell didn't think that taking a dip with all these heavy clothes on sounded like any generous definition of a pleasant time, and so abstained from agreeing to Dara's suggestion. She listened keenly to Sixpence's offer, and surveyed the rest of the group for opinions. "That... Sounds better than being stranded here, doesn't it?" she tentatively voiced. "I mean- Even if it can't take us all the way back to Valesk, we could at least get to shake the pirates off our tails from that point on. If needed, Dara and I could fly off to get more help." Her mind seemingly already made up and prompted into committing even more by what seemed like an impending countdown, August braced herself and stepped into the pool.
[20:01] Forrest: Access denied.
[20:10] Nariel looked to Sixpence as she spoke to the group and considered her words. “They speak of the slip. The Fae of old.. Before the age of mortals used Life trees as beacons to traverse through nature. So few life trees remain in this realm..I fear you three will be destroyed ...” It then hit her as if she understood. You want to be reclaimed ...so you can remanifest…” Nariel smiled.  “Smart” Nariel looked over to the others and nodded her head in agreement with the plan. “Let’s go home..” Nariel looked to Dragmire and smiled. “All guide out path to An Ri...your strength is welcomed. For our hope floats along the currents… Its like hitting a moving target from a distance…” Nariel’s wings rised behind her back as water droplets dripped from the silk like shimmering wings. “I’m ready..” She said to the Ashwood Fae. “So little time left to my kindred...I hope to see you once again after you manifest….”
[20:16] Cullen (katarr) || As the other Fae seem to mention a way home, his head turns towards the creatures for a brief moment then to Nariel as she seems to explain the magic that was being discussed. Eventually, he nods his head ever so slightly in understanding as he prepares to accompany the group home.
[20:17] STORYWEAVER The Dusk wood fae let out a soft laugh in response. "Yes usually you would come out as little more then a dying ember. But we learned a long time ago how to keep animals safe. Not as big as a bear..but well.." She giggled against looking to the Polar animal. Before taking in Nari's words."Exactly; if you all get in the pool of water. It will be your Medium for your trip." Sixpence would look to the other fae after that. Before one among them stood at the edge of the water and crouched down to put her hands in. "Laast chaaance.." She said in almost a musical tone. It seems the Fae of the wood were already starting to feel like their former selves. "Noo going back soon...." The other Fae would move to mimic the first. Hands dipping into the water before the two of them before the channel the weave. And not the tainted essence that drifted through the island. This was unadulterated magic. It poured into them at an alarming rate. While Six-Pence began to incantation. Words soft and full of magic before to
[20:17] STORYWEAVER  radiate out. Certainly their was time for them to scramble out of the pool if they wished. But it wouldn't be long before the amount of magic they brought into themselves would alight them bodies with a blue flame. Radiating pure magic. It would soon pour into the water around them. It's presence warm to the touch; radiating into their bodies. "See you in another life Nariel. You'll have to come and visit us again; in whatever form this new tree sees fit.
[20:28] Will-O (aphestus): (Encraver has dced for the night)
[20:29] Will-O (aphestus): (Bear has been remooved from the PO
[20:33] Nariel (ellaquen): ((SW's adding post for the logs for anyone that missed it so they know))
[20:34] STORYWEAVER As the magic was poured into the water. It would begin to glow a bright flourescent blue. The magic poured into it would seep into ever person in it before the roots of the great tree began to glow with that same glow. Their vision would go after that; as would any other sensation. Water becomes there very being as it was drawn into the great root of the tree. Wisked away to some other location far far away. Upon regaining their sight they would be left afloat; in the waters of the an'ri. The same glow seen leaving the roots of that great tree and closing their doorway to the former Ep'Way. What was left of the fae they sent them here little more then ash in the woods; to be washed away with the coming showers.