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.
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.
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 Eighth Runelord wrote:
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 Eighth Runelord wrote:
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.
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.
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 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
INTERLOPER! GET THEE HENCE!
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.
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 Witch Hunter General wrote:
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 voice chuckles ..
Indeed, if you wish you can sink into the Green and talk with her.