Great Erl's page

Rio, Pokemon Trainer wrote:

"I like it here. May I stay, Great Erl?"

Edited

The large tree looks down

You are welcome to stay young manchild, as long as you remember to treat this place as a sacred ground. Our souls inhabit there very rocks and grass of this forest. You may hunt for sustinence, but never for sport. You may collect dead branches for fires, but never cut down a living tree. If you have any questions as to what is proper, just ask .

The trees rustle

Farewell wind lord! May the skies always bring the rain upon us!

A wind springs up. Emperor7 hears a voice in his mind.

Patience Emperor. patience. Haste brings mistakes, mistakes cause anger, anger fosters hate, hate is the portal to the Black ..

The Great Erl sighs

It is the opinion of the Grove that your ganddaughter has some further role to play as well, Tree Emperor. Safeguard her from evil and see that she matures in peace.

The large tree shivers in the wind

There have been dark doings on the Boards. Evil bores into the very flesh of the threads. Soon many will need to stand against the Black ..

After discussing this for many days, the Grove responds to the Tree Emperor

"We shall need to hide the Nut. It's power is for after the next Cycle has ended and the World Ash needs to grow anew. We should never have let Spring Sapling take it."

The Great Erl rustles in his Dreamtime, his conciousness spread out among the Green. He runs through an oak as a squirrel, busily searching for food to feed the small kits at the nest high above.

Then he is a young buck deer, bounding along a game trail with others in his family. The feel of itchy velvet on the deer horns is maddening.

He travels into the smaller life motes, becoming a lichen on an old granite stone, then a maggot in a dead bird's carcass..

A sudden cry starts him out of his reverie

Ehh? What's this?

He sends his perceptions back out among the Green ..

Vandalism on Spring Sapling ... Hurm ...the Tree Emperor will wish to know of this ...

The trees of the grove shake as if a strong wind had whisked through them. The Great Erl addresses the Eighth Runelord

Your divinations are appreciated. We know the Weave can be sundered, and those who serve the Black will try their best to rip the Weave and bring our Grove to ash. Rest assured we will act when we feel the time is propitious. Go forth Diviner, and do good.

Yes, Great Erl. However treefolk often think and move slowly, with the rhythm of the pulsing seasons, and a forest can be gone before they have scarce had time to draw breath and commune their names in conclave.

At present the dracolich Candle Lighter seems to have abandoned his feud with Kobold Cleaver, and to have turned his malice against the one known as Lynora Jill.
He wants to see her twisted by the goddess.
He does not realise that the goddess is utterly gone from Lynora Jill - that there is no contact between the pair- and that neither fetters the other.

The grove sighs and rustles. The Great Erl speaks in his slow basso voice

The roots of destiny are often harder to untangle than one would believe, Diviner. The Champion of Wind will have to struggle with the goddess for her independence. The power of the Sun shall aid her in this. Of course, being tangled in with the goddess gives the Champion of the Wind certain powers over her that others cannot match.

I am seeking to direct the thoughts of your conclave and the actions which you may or may not take, yes - I have business apart from this place for what in most futures will likely be a long time and would prefer someone capable of taking the long-term view to be involved in things.

But, though I intend no disrespect to yourself and your brethren, if you are to take the long-term view, and to act, I suspect that you need to get underway in your doings right now.

We always take the long view, Runelord, for that is the way of the Green. Wind blows, Sea lashes but Earth endures. We are the inteccessors for the living creatures who spring from the Earth. We challenge the Black, the Unmaker, the realm of Chaos. Those who have stepped off the Circle and wish for all to do likewise. Those who would tear down reality and sing songs as the stars dim and die.

The old treant opens his large golden eyes and looks at the Eighth Runelord. It is as if a sunbeam has shone directly upon his face.

Those who serve both sides serve neither, Diviner, you should remember that when spinning your plots. The Weave is not easily changed. Mayhap some time you will be called to choose, and I hope that you choose wisely. Sometimes it is difficult to see the forest for the trees ..

A strange rumbling echoes from the Great Erl. The Eighth Runelord realizes he is chuckling

A creaking greets the Eighth Runelord from the assembled Grove of Ancients. The Tree Emperor remains still, bowed silently over the broken body of Spring Sapling.

Diviner! You seek to guide the Loom of Fate! Be careful your fingers are not crushed by its beater board!

The leaves rustle and the many birds in the ancient forest chirp and flit from branch to branch.

The Great Erl looks down at his comrade

The Green will not render a judgement in this matter, Tree Emperor.

The large tree rustles

You must do as you see fit. Its responsiblity lies within your heartwood. Do as thou wilt.

The grove sighs as if a breeze had whispered through its branches, but no breeze blows.

The ancient treant is suddenly shaken from his infinitely slow and complex discussion with his brothers by a disturbance in the Green.

Something profanes the Earth by its very touch... He mutters

As soon as the skein of life senses the intrusion, it departs. Nothing in the area had complex enough senses to get a glimpse of it, but it's negative energy aura implies a member of the Black: An Undead.

Dire ..dire ..The aged treant mutters

In a little-travelled corner of the Intertehreal Sea an immense forest sits in silent splendor. Oak, Ash, Beech and Pine mix with their rarer cousins Mallorn and Ironwood. Many are dozens of meters thick, their massive boles reaching to the lapis sky.

In the center of this continent-spanning forest, a ring of large trees circle what looks to be an immense root. The root travels up into the heavens, its endpoint obscured by clouds. The trees surrounding this massive root are quiet like all the others in the forest, but an observer would note that somehow they feel more ..alive ..than the ranks of forest surrounding their grove.

One massive tree crusted in moss and mistletoe suddenly shakes, scaring a flock of cardinals from its branches. He croaks out a few sentences in Entish that take most of the afternoon to finish.

Hurm hurm! Our busy associate the Tree Emperor has been busy my brothers! These flesh creatures and their petty squabbles ...

The ring of trees shivers and shimmys as the ancient Ents commune and ponder the latest news from the lands beyond the Great Forest.