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Don't leaf me!
*rustle*
All things are part of the cycle. We are born, we live our allotted span and we die, only to be born again. Spring follows Winter as Winter follows Spring.
The leaves rustle gently in the immense forest, though no wind blows. Small woodland creatures run and play among the quiet boles All is quiet, but dark clouds loom over water The Great Erl thinks as his spirit drifts amongst the currents of the Green
The trees rustle in the Grove as the little family leaves The cycle turns, the old becomes new and the champions once again ready for battle
Animals of the forest gather the fallen stars from their craters in the leaf mold and bring them to Ygdrassil, piling them at the Root in a shiny pile Star Song, it seems your final pieces have arrived ..
The trees rustle as if a gale disturbs them. The forest animals run for their burrows Evil stirs yet again as the cycle turns once more The Great Erl mutters
The forest branches seem to part to allow Kiba quick egress. A slow voice echoes through his mind He will become a great champion Kiba, and he will bring you much joy and honor. He will one day understand why you had to do what you did when he was younger. Be there for him when he needs it and let him forge his own path.
You will find the path Star Song. Believe in yourself.
The trees rustle as the woman leaves the Grove. Evil looms on the horizon Star Song
The spirit of the Great Erl enfolds LJ. She finds her connections strengthening geometrically Trust yourself Star Song. Trust the power of Life.
It is merely an expansion of your power Star Song. Yggdrasil can connect you to any place that the Green has purchase. Look deep within your self then cast your perception out into the Green. Search for the soul fires of your loved ones. They will draw you to them.
... Is there any way to warn them of his potential escape?" The Erl's spirit pulses gently You have the power to connect with your loved ones Star Song. You just need to reach out and use your spirit to connect to them..
The Erl's spirit sends out waves of contentment She is secure in their care. There is currently only one who is still a threat to her wellbeing: The Harlequin LJ can feel a tremor in the web of life surrounding her Even now he tests his bonds and attempts to escape his captors.
LJ feels the spirit of the Great Erl close to her. Star Song. Your child is well. She is with the Champion of Earth and your grandfather, the Scion of Air. They strive to bring you back to the realms of flesh.
The trees rustle The Green sits on a foundation of Stone. Our roots reach into it. Let your spirit open Jack Hammer and let the Grren help to reconnect you to the Web of Life.
I...I cannot...see within the Green... JH feels a vast presence Open your mind. All are welcome in the Green JH can suddenly feel the life all around him. He sees a glowing form of whirling stars in front of him
He is nearby, at the base of Yggdrasil's root. He grieves for you. If you reached out through me you could contact him. Lynora-Jill feels the web of the Green reaching out to encompass her. She sees JH and his squirrel friend in the Grove
She smiles as her form coalesces before him. How are things in the physical world? I'm afraid my awareness is currently quite limited. It's nice to have someone to talk to. The Great Erl's glowing form radiates happiness I am glad you have still not moved on to your next incarnation. There is still much greiving from the many lost in battle.
The trees rustle. The Great Erl sinks deeper into the Green. He sends his spirit towards Yggdrasil's Root. Star Song. Do you linger? He sends out into the bright glowing web of power.
The trees creak and sway in the wind He is away in the fields of Roleplay friend Kiba.
The trees rustle May the spirit of Wooly Rupert look favorably on your lifepath Runelord. The Runelord realizes the entish council actually joked with him Dwell not on what might have been, celebrate what is. Fare well and may the future you seek be realized as you wish.
The trees rustle. There is a sense of quiet sadness Spring Sapling was important to all of us, Runelord. She was a herald to us here, a speaker for those who cannot speak in far off councils. She gave her incarnation to pull another back into the Green. It was her fate, though it came through darkly until the Spear of Life appeared in the Tree Emperor's hands. The Harlequin is a herald of chaos. His actions are hard to predict. His slaying of Starsong dismayed us all, but we will go on. Lynora-Jill still travels within the web of the Green. Nothing is ever lost. Even Spring Sapling will appear again some day when her current tasks are finished. The trees rustle gently If you feel you need to go protect your own people that is understandable. But remember that we are all stronger when we stand together rather than stand apart. The Grove is always ready to stand with those of good heart and noble purpose.
The grove rustles Runelord. What brings you to our Grove?
The grove rustles The Black fades and the Green renews itself. Such has it always been
Lynora-Jill feels a calm mind speak to her Starsong, there is no death. Death is not the way of the Green. All endings have new beginnings. Only those who fear to begin again step off the cycle into the abomination that is the Black. Take comfort that whatever happens you will be fashioned anew, and the cycle will continue.
The trees rustle The child grows and the parent worries, just as thir parents worried in turn long ago. Soon the new shall stand with the old and ready themselves to start the cycle anew. So it is with the Green.
The forests shakes Warden. The Place of Winds is in peril. The Oracle has fallen.
Warden. You have manifested because of this breach of the Balance. The Black has gained Board powers. The gems upon the Herald's helm are millenial gems. He wears three, and they feed him concentrated Board power. His mistress must as well. They feed off the very fabric of the boards. They prosper if threads die.
The skys clear as the Grove regains its normal calm An agent of the Black. One that can travel without disturbing the Green by his passege. Even the normally calm tones of the Great Erl seem to be shaken
The forest whips as if there is a gale. Clouds pile up in the sky, rapidly blotting out the sun. Rain begins to fall, faster and faster. A loud voice booms out from the Grove, mentally and sonically
Roots begin to pop out of the ground. Trees begin to mob the Tsar. He slices through them like a knife through warm butter. Animals from the forest: Boar, bears and elk rush him, only to be cut down. Lightning bolts strike him, Saint Elmo's fire crackles along his black armor as he carves a pitiless path through the defenders.
The leaves rustle We hold with the Green here Warden. This forest is dedicated to Yggdrasil, the World Ash. In the distance the Warden can see the monumental wood root of Yggdrasil soaring into the sky. We are on peaceholy ground. You may hunt, but only for sustenance, never sport. You may set a fire with fallen branches, but you must never cut a living tree. Agents of the Black are not allowed here, but they have been known to flout that law... The leaves rustle as the Great Erl chuckles All those who serve the Balance, the Board and the Green are welcome.
The leaves around the Warden rustle, but no wind is in evidence Anger and fear are as root and branch, parts of the same whole.
The grove rustles You will have to forgive the orb for his rudness. He has suffered at the hands of agents of the Black. He is tainted with anger.
Perhaps summoned is a better term... The grove sighs You have come not a moment too soon Warden. A force rises that corrupts the very fabric of the threads. We feel her siphoning off power as she progresses.
The warden feels a strong presence in his mind Greetings Warden. You are here to ward the threads from the menace of the Black?
You are welcome defender of the faith. Ware the pale girl. She is closer than she has been. We sense her like a canker.
wind bends the smaller branches of the massive trees in the Grove He went with some of the champions to destroy the Records Room, and defeat the Goddess of Dangerous Knowledge for good. He was left behind to set the fuse on the explosive, but when he attempted to leave something happened and he was destroyed.
The Grove rustles Judging from his discussion with the champions he was headed to see what happened to Acme
The grove sighs in the wind. WHG hears a slow deep voice in his mind Your flunkie did arrive here defender of the faith. He was very upset about the passing of the metal elemental Acme. He left in a very agitated state.
The trees sigh and wave in the breeze, bemused by all the ephemerals bustling about
A gentle voice wafts over the Green Anger and arrogance has always been the provenance of the Black
The Great Erl's voice echoes in Sunny's head again Thank you for your help Sun God. If you wish to aid Alaina, you must forge a link to her via your divine power. She needs to be the herald of a power, else she will fade back into the Green
Sunny feels a slow ancient mind speak to him telepathically You sense the lingering presence of Calistria, Sun God. She was the goddess of Alaina, the female now encased in the wooden chrysalis yonder. She rests after her mistress severed connections to her. She is very weak
The voice chuckles .. Indeed, if you wish you can sink into the Green and talk with her.
Lynora-Jill feels an ancient powerful presence in her mind The wasp goddess has forsaken her, Champion of the Wind. She must now dwell in the Green and heal for a time
As the Tree Emperor attempts to wake his grandchild, a thought from the Great Erl reaches him ::Tree Emperor. The Wasp Priestess has arrived near the Grove. She is close to death. Her form is badly torn and she readies to go to her next incarnation::
The large tree sighs and sends slow thoughts to Emperor7 Beware your passion doesn't lead you astray Tree Emperor. Remeber that Spring Sapling will endure in some form no matter what happens. It is the Way of the Green.
The trees sigh as Rio departs I fear that this storm will fell many saplings ere it is spent ...
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