The Ritual of Unity

NiinaNiina Member Posts: 40 Apprentice

A circle of gnarled trees.

There is but a light breeze blowing. Two circles of trees ring this clearing, the outermost composed

of towering trees with vast, ancient trunks, and the innermost consisting of slender, more graceful

younger trees. A yew tree stands near the centre, weathered and dignified, bearing company to the

burial mound occupying the very centre of the clearing. Vivid red yew berries lie scattered across

the earth, strewn amidst the sparse plants that survive on the forest floor beneath the shadowing

boughs that branch overhead. Sprawling white sores covering its trunk, a sickly yew tree is rooted

here. Centred beneath a concentric circle of trees, the weathered cairn of Laron Oakvine has been

raised here. A lean dryad is rooted into the ground here, her features grim and cold. Reaching up as

high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A birch sapling clings

tenaciously to the ground here. Moon Priestess Ridien stands here, broom in hand and looking

positively soignee. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A

delicate silver scroll lies here. Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper is here, shrouded.

You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, south, southwest, and northwest.

 

You flutter your eyelashes charmingly.

 

Moon Priestess Ridien looks into the sky and smiles, a rippling of moonlight engulfing her

momentarily as she whispers silent prayers to Mother Moon.

 

Kneeling humbly, you press your palms together before you and close your eyes momentarily as you

pray devoutly to Lisaera, the Silver Goddess, "Thank you for this day, and your loving gaze. May we

forever flourish with Your Wisdom in our hearts.".

 

The limbs of the Serenwilde rustle in the late spring breeze, sending moonhart leaves to fall in

lazy circles to the forest floor. The mooncloak butterflies leap and dive through the air like

curious spirits, their shimmering wings sending sparks of power through the available light.

 

Laughing merrily, a pixie flutters in from the north.

 

Laughing merrily, a pixie flutters in from the north.

 

Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper nods solemnly, though she is unable to conceal the

gentleness of her features as she observes the fall of many leaves.

 

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  • NiinaNiina Member Posts: 40 Apprentice

    (Serenwilde): @Feyr says, "Everyone who wishes to attend, please come to the Moonhart Mother Tree."

     

    You say, "Everiine is not here."

     

    Using your tongue and the roof of your mouth, you make a quiet clicking noise.

    As the sun passes below the horizon's edge, Mother Night unveils her terrible, shadowy beauty,

    spreading darkness across the land.

     

     (Serenwilde): Ulkira says, "I am on my way."

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien exhales softly and ceases her fidgeting. As night falls, she turns her face to

    the moon and smiles again and nods.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Will another Serenguard be able to relieve him?"

     

    Softly, her form still glimmering with moonlight, Moon Priestess Ridien says, "Mother Moon is with

    us, friends."

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde smiles and looks up, flashing white and blue.

     

    You have emoted: Niina gazes solemnly up at Mother Moon, her face filling with love at Her beauty.

     

    You ponder the situation.

     

    An owl hoots off in the distance.

     

    You say, "Shall I ask Haghan?"

     

    Across the heavens, the stars and moon challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar

    constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

     

    You say, "Everiine said he would be back in time for it."

     

    You let loose a long breath from your lungs, exhaling slowly.

     

    Using your tongue and the roof of your mouth, you make a quiet clicking noise.

     

    You say to Moon Priestess Ridien, "Perhaps we should begin without him."

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper says, "I believe Ilkrus may hold the key we need, Keyll

    Arrane."

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper says, "He is blooded."

     

    Eurytus, Master of the Hunt canters in from the north, stopping to look around thoughtfully.

     

    Eurytus, Master of the Hunt bows respectfully to himself.

     

    The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

     

    Arien clasps her hands and bows deeply to Eurytus, Master of the Hunt before forming the sign of the

     

    White Hart, intoning, "May the Spirits guide you, child of the Forest."

     

    Arien nods solemnly.

     

    His voice low, Eurytus, Master of the Hunt says, "I come in service to the Serenguard, Lady Bearer."

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien bows respectfully to Eurytus, Master of the Hunt.

     

    You smile softly at Eurytus, Master of the Hunt.

     

    Arien begins to wield a mystic cudgel in her left hand.

     

    Arien raises a mystic cudgel up and makes a circle in the air. A radiant torc forms from the ether

    and settles around her neck.

     

    You bow respectfully to Eurytus, Master of the Hunt.

     

    Azus bows respectfully to Eurytus, Master of the Hunt.

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper says, "We are honoured."

     

    Arien bows respectfully to Eurytus, Master of the Hunt.

     

    Looking from one leader to the next, Eurytus, Master of the Hunt says, "I have meditated on this

    ritual for some time, friends. I believe the spirits of the forest will guide me true."

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien smiles softly at Eurytus, Master of the Hunt.

     

    You say to Eurytus, Master of the Hunt, "Thank you very much for coming."

     

    Arien nods solemnly.

     

    Argent moonlight pierces the blue glow of the Flame of dae'Seren upon you, enshrouding you

    momentarily in a silver mantle.

     

    You say to Moon Priestess Ridien, "Shall we begin cleansing the ritual circle?"

     

    You have emoted: @Niina gives a subtle, sweeping bow to her brothers and sisters of the Serenwilde,

    stepping back into the ring of trees.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde retreats a ways, watching the proceedings with glowing green

    eyes.

     

    A calm note of curiosity in his voice, Eurytus, Master of the Hunt says, "Will I be taking the

    Chieftain's place, Lady Bearer?"

     

    Frost-born @Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper circles round, her light feet making headway to the

    innermost ring of trees with a tilt of silver antlers.

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien bows her head and begins whispering fervent prayers to the Realm of the Fae.

    At her command, the trees rustle violently, bending to the will of the Moon Coven.

     

    A soft glow emanates from the north, and a moment later a tiny sprite emerges, spiraling through the

    air in a graceful dance.

     

    A high pitched wail heralds the entrance of a banshee from the north.

     

    A cloud of sparkling dust is thrown into the air as a tiny sprite suddenly vanishes from view.

     

    @Azus flashes a pixie a joyous smile.

     

    A pixie playfully pinches Azus on the behind.

     

    A leprechaun strolls in from the north.

     

    A brownie somersaults in from the north.

     

    A wood nymph skips in from the north.

     

    A wood nymph skips off to the southwest.

     

    A brownie somersaults off to the southeast.

     

    On all four legs, a pigwidgeon bumbles in from the north.

     

    A pigwidgeon bumbles off to the north on all four legs.

     

    A ball of light floats in from the north.

     

    A ball of light floats off to the north.

     

    A soft glow emanates from the northeast, and a moment later a tiny sprite emerges, spiraling through

    the air in a graceful dance.

     

    You say to Eurytus, Master of the Hunt, "Will you take the place of the Serenguard Leader?"

     

    A cloud of sparkling dust is thrown into the air as a tiny sprite suddenly vanishes from view.

    Gently, Moon Priestess Ridien says, "Though the fae maintain their own free will, Lady Bearer, their

    presence is felt throughout the Serenwilde Forest. In lieu of fae in direct service to Mother Moon,

    this was the best that I can do."

     

    A banshee drifts off to the north, wailing and screeching.

     

    You flutter your eyelashes at Moon Priestess Ridien.

     

    You say to Moon Priestess Ridien, "My fair Priestess, you have done well for us."

     

    You smile softly.

     

    The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Arien's lips.

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien smiles softly.

     

    A soft glow emanates from the northwest, and a moment later a tiny sprite emerges, spiraling through

    the air in a graceful dance.

     

    A leprechaun strolls off to the southwest.

     

    A brownie somersaults in from the south.

     

    You lean on a grim-faced dryad seeking consolation.

     

    A brownie somersaults off to the southeast.

     

    Calling for her broom, which soars through the air to meet her grasp, Moon Priestess Ridien says,

    "Shall I begin the cleansing?"

     

    You nod your head at Moon Priestess Ridien.

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien closes her eyes and exhales. When she opens them, they blaze with a silver

    light.

     

    A brownie somersaults in from the southeast.

     

    A cloud of sparkling dust is thrown into the air as a tiny sprite suddenly vanishes from view.


    A brownie somersaults off to the south.


  • NiinaNiina Member Posts: 40 Apprentice

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien quietly surveys the area with the ancient, ash broom held loosely in her hands.

     She exhales softly and begins to sweep, sweeping in an outward spiral near the white blossom. The

    fae materialize at her command, carrying unique blossoms that they place at each of the cardinal

    directions, and on a stone pedestal.

     

    Intoning brightly, moving purposefully with each sweep of an ancient, ash broom, Moon Priestess

    Ridien says, "Fair Luna, we call down Your light. Bring us joy and keep safe our hearts while we

    dwell within the Wildes."

     

    With a final tap of an ancient, ashen broom against the ground, Moon Priestess Ridien says, "Wise

    Albion, we call down Your light. Bring us Wisdom and keep safe our secrets while we unite in sacred

    rite within the Wildes."

     

    A squirrel skitters through the treetops somewhere above.

     

    A brilliant shaft of moonlight beams down from the heavens, illuminating the ancient cairns. Like a

    wave of light, the beam collapses across.

     

    A brilliant shaft of moonlight beams down from the heavens, illuminating the ancient cairns. Like a

    wave of light, the beam collapses across the forest, filling the boughs with a pale luminescence.

    You feel the protective touch of Mother Moon in your surroundings strengthen.

     

    A soft glow emanates from the north, and a moment later a tiny sprite emerges, spiraling through the

    air in a graceful dance.

     

    You have emoted: Niina bows her head in reverence.

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper lowers to one knee, dipping her head as the sacred light

    casts its grace upon her.

     

    High Priestess Ridien's eyes ignite with silver moonfire as she guides Mother Moon's power across

    the circle. The fae, dancing lightly through the air, whisper their prayers, and mooncloak

    butterflies manifest within the clearing like motes of blinking starlight.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde watches the lights in the sky without expression, eyes

    blazing green.

     

    A cloud of sparkling dust is thrown into the air as a tiny sprite suddenly vanishes from view.

     

    A wood nymph skips in from the southwest.

     

    You nod your head sagely.

     

    Breathless, her eyes still glowing a vibrant silver, Moon Priestess Ridien says, "Now we will call

    the forest."

     

    A soft glow emanates from the north, and a moment later a tiny sprite emerges, spiraling through the

    air in a graceful dance.

     

    Azus nods her head.

     

    A wood nymph skips off to the northeast.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The Shofangi stand here in our entirety today."

     

    A cloud of sparkling dust is thrown into the air as a tiny sprite suddenly vanishes from view.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Everyone, if you'll follow me?"

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper rises, drifting amongst the trees and fae as she nods in

    silent approval.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "We will move to the Moonhart at once."

     

    You begin to follow Azus.

     

    The voice of High Priestess Ridien calls across the forest, shafts of moonlight igniting the path

    from the ritual circle to the Moonhart Mother Tree. As the light flares brilliantly, you hear her

    voice whispering along the breeze, "Brothers and sisters of the Wilde - join us at the Moonhart

    Mother Tree so that we might begin the Ritual of Unity."

     

    You follow Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde north to burial mounds.

    You follow Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde northeast to by a cracked dolmen.

    One of the ancestral spirits surrounding you is left behind as you travel.

    You follow Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde southeast to where trees grow through ancient

    remains.

    You follow Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde east to below a sheer bank.

     

    The Moonhart Mother Tree.

    The variety of trees that crowd around the Moonhart Mother Tree goes beyond count, elms and alders,

    beech and cherry, hawthorn and hazel, evergreen and oak, all dwarfed by the magnificence and majesty

    of the mother tree herself. The grasses and shrubs that grow in the surrounding forest become scarce

    as they approach the tree, replaced by tiny wildflowers of amethyst-purple and marble-white. The

    veil to the ethereal plane is particularly thin, and the laughter of pixies and other creatures of

    the fae tinkle down from the treetops and tickle the ears of those below. The atmosphere itself,

    although benign and welcoming, also vibrates with a palpable power, sending shivers up the skin.

    Singing a hauntingly beautiful melody, Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart, stands here. Towering high

    above is the Moonhart Mother Tree, stretching her enormous branches heavenwards. Reaching up as high

    as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. There are 2 small screech owls here.

     There are 9 fierce timberwolves here. There are 2 armoured badgers here. Hovering over a raised

    dais are two silver arrows, their long shafts crossed with the points aimed skywards. An illustrated

    canvas hangs in the air here, supported by silvery ribbons. There are 20 kephera nature warders here.

     There are 10 centaur hunters here. Covered in bone armour, watching you warily, a silver-furred

    vixen sniffs the air. Watching you warily, a silver-furred vixen sniffs the air. There are 3

    armoured owls here. An elfen guard strolls here, alert and vigilant. In the shape of an open palm, a

    metallic sigil lies here. There are 10 frost hags here. A hunting trophy bearing Arcanis's head is

    here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. There are 2 red foxes here. There are 4

    buckets here. A wooden spike is planted here, proudly displaying the shrunken head of Arien. A

    delicate silver scroll lies here. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here. A wooden

    spike is planted here, proudly displaying the shrunken head of Daj. A wooden spike is planted here,

    proudly displaying the shrunken head of Enadonella. With gilded wings of silver and gold unfurled, a

    rosy gryphon is here, radiating a bright light. The body of a dead fat green weevil lies here. The

    body of a dead large wood weevil lies here. The body of a lumbering red weevil lies here. A

    ceremonial fire crackles here, sending orange sparks swirling upwards. A pale green, portly pony

    with a long tail stands here quietly. A large wood weevil explores the weeds here. There are 2

    pixies here. @Renion, Pure Chime is here. Serenguard @Ilkrus Yfae'dren is here. @Ulkira Silvermoon,

    Adherent of the Crone is here. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand and a glacial platinum

    tower shield in her right. Serenguard @Sidhi Ga'ruul is here. She wields a primeval bone blade katana

    engraved with bestial imagery with both hands. Frost-born @Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper is here,

    shrouded. She wields a mystic cudgel in her left hand. @Kalleira frowns deeply, lines creasing her

    forehead. She wields a nature talisman in her left hand. Druid @Feyr Yfae'dren is here, shrouded. He

    wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a bone fetish in his right. Hive Queen @Azus Ankhemet,

    Khan en-Wilde is here. She wields a translucent shofa of psionic green in each hand. Strawberry

    @Lilybell, Fae Blossom is here, shrouded. She is surrounded by nine pale ancestral spirits. Heir

    @Avurekhos Yfae'dren, of Winter's Dream is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand

    and a war shield of the Killing Moon in his right.

    You see exits leading north, south, and through a vined stairway.

     

    A pixie says, "Oooo, wait! I need to help keep the Flame of Glinshari alive! Could you take me there

    first?"

     

    "Shh!" Azus says to a pixie, putting a finger to her lips.

     

    A pixie raises his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly at Azus.

     

    Avurekhos smiles softly at you.

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien wanders dreamily in from the north, glancing about with a mild curiosity.

     

    Azus's eyes sparkle with amusement.

     

    You flutter your eyelashes at Avurekhos.

     

    Avurekhos inclines his head politely to Moon Priestess Ridien.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "This looks to be everyone."

     

    Eurytus, Master of the Hunt canters in from the north, stopping to look around thoughtfully.

     

    You say, "If you'd kindly dismiss your mounts, and remove your shoes, we are ready to begin."

     

    Shifting his attention to Eurytus, Master of the Hunt, Ilkrus powerfully slams a fist against his

    own chest in a tribal display of respect.

     

    Feyr flashes Moon Priestess Ridien a joyous smile.

     

    Shifting her attention to Eurytus, Master of the Hunt, Sidhi powerfully slams a fist against her own

    chest in a tribal display of respect.

     

    Proudly standing at full attention, Eurytus, Master of the Hunt slams a fist against his chest in a

    fierce tribal salute that reverberates throughout his body.

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien bends down to loosen her shoes, which she removes with grace and speed.

     

    You say, "Everyone please follow Azus, Arien, or myself."

     

    Speaking loudly and enunciating clearly, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Everyone

    should follow your guild representitives now. Please remove footwear and jewellery at once."

     

    Feyr begins to follow you.

    Avurekhos begins to follow you.

    Sidhi looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

    Renion begins to follow you.

    Lilybell begins to follow you.

    Ilkrus begins to follow you.

    The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.

    Arien removes the Flame of dae'Seren.

     

    As Arien removes the Flame of dae'Seren, the blossom flares brilliant blue for a moment before

    subsiding in a chorus of soft ancient whispers.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Serenguard, with me."

     

    Ulkira begins to follow you.

    Sidhi nods her head emphatically.

     

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "We shall meet the Tainoyran Eurytus there."

    Wisps of exotically perfumed air tickle your nostrils, billowing away from Lilybell.

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper says, "Moondancers, to me, for the Priestess shall also

    join with us there."

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "All together? Then onwards!"

     

    With calm assurance, a large buck enters from the south.

     

    You follow Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde south to beside Moon River.

    You follow Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde southwest to halcyon woods.

     

    Azus's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

     

    You follow Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde south to a circle of gnarled trees.

     

    Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge,

     announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

     

  • NiinaNiina Member Posts: 40 Apprentice

    Moon Priestess Ridien wanders dreamily in from the north, glancing about with a mild curiosity.

     

    A circle of gnarled trees.

    There is a light drizzle of rain. Two circles of trees ring this clearing, the outermost composed of

    towering trees with vast, ancient trunks, and the innermost consisting of slender, more graceful

    younger trees. A yew tree stands near the centre, weathered and dignified, bearing company to the

    burial mound occupying the very centre of the clearing. Vivid red yew berries lie scattered across

    the earth, strewn amidst the sparse plants that survive on the forest floor beneath the shadowing

    boughs that branch overhead. Sprawling white sores covering its trunk, a sickly yew tree is rooted

    here. Centred beneath a concentric circle of trees, the weathered cairn of Laron Oakvine has been

    raised here. A lean dryad is rooted into the ground here, her features grim and cold. Reaching up as

    high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. A birch sapling clings

    tenaciously to the ground here. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the

    ground. A delicate silver scroll lies here. A pixie hovers in the air, fluttering about on tiny

    wings. Moon Priestess Ridien stands here, broom in hand and looking positively soignee. Renion, Pure

    Chime is here. Druid Feyr Yfae'dren is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand

    and a bone fetish in his right. Ulkira Silvermoon, Adherent of the Crone is here. She wields an

    athame dagger in her left hand and a glacial platinum tower shield in her right. Heir Avurekhos

    Yfae'dren, of Winter's Dream is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and a war

    shield of the Killing Moon in his right. Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde is here. She wields

    a translucent shofa of psionic green in each hand. Serenguard Ilkrus Yfae'dren is here. Serenguard

    Sidhi Ga'ruul is here. She wields a primeval bone blade katana engraved with bestial imagery with

    both hands. Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper is here, shrouded. She wields a mystic

    cudgel in her left hand. Dedicant Kalleira, of the Hart is here. She wields a nature talisman in her

    left hand. Strawberry Lilybell, Fae Blossom is here, shrouded. She is surrounded by five pale

    ancestral spirits.

    You see exits leading north, northeast, southeast, south, southwest, and northwest.

     

    Eurytus, Master of the Hunt canters in from the north, stopping to look around thoughtfully.

     

    Ulkira ceases to wield an athame dagger in her left hand.

     

    Ulkira ceases to wield a glacial platinum tower shield in her right hand.

     

    Strawberry Lilybell, Fae Blossom smiles brightly.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Serenguard, follow Master Eurytus' lead."

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde flicks her antennae back towards the woods. Half a dozen

    robed and hooded Shofangi emerge from the forest, gleaming steel shofa in their hands.

     

    Ulkira begins to sing an enchanting song.

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien walks reverently, the hem of her skirts swaying as she goes, to the centre of

    the clearing. She exhales softly and says, happily, "Greetings and welcome, children of the

    Serenwilde. The Ritual of Unity will begin now." The Moon Priestess continues to walk clockwise,

    slowly, completely around the circle. She stops at her place amongst the gathering and folds her

    hands together before her.

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien glances down as a bluebell blossom materializes in her hands.

     

    Ulkira Silvermoon, Adherent of the Crone begins to walk around the circle with Ridien and stops by

    herside.

     

    Eurytus, Master of the Hunt marches into the circle, making his way completely around the circle

    with the Serenguard following behind him, who fall into line with military posture with the

    Moondancer coven already gathered around the Sacred Circle. He stops in his place at the Northern

    point of the Inner Circle and stands proudly at his post.

     

    Eurytus, Master of the Hunt glances down as a delicate snowdrop materializes in his hands.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde elegantly glides around the Sacred Circle, leading the Kui

    around the outside of the circle to their place beside the Serenguard, and moves smoothly to her

    place at the Western point of the Sacred Circle.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde glances downward as a curlicued alabaster loti materializes

    in her hands.

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper strides purposefully into the innermost circle of trees

    leading her Hartstone clockwise around the Sacred circle, who stop to take their place in the Outer

    Circle beside the Shofangi. In a long stride, she takes her place at the Southern point of the

    circle.

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper glances down as a sunny cowslip blossom materializes in

    her hands.

     

    You have emoted: Niina enters the ritual chamber walking with her head high, leading the

    Spiritsingers clockwise around the ritual circle. Taking their place, they link hands forming an

    Outer Circle of Serenwilders young and old around the Sacred Circle.

     

    You have emoted: Niina glances down as dusky pansy blossom materializes in her hands.

     

    You begin to wield a lustrous glass violin traced with silver scrollwork in your left hand.

     

    "Hear our call, Honoured Ancestors!" you sing, as ancient harmonies rise from a lustrous glass

    violin traced with silver scrollwork.

     

    "Let our voices guide your sight to our circle round." you sing, playing a lustrous glass violin

    traced with silver scrollwork.

     

    "Hail to the Fae, the Spirits of the Forest." you sing, playing a lustrous glass violin traced with

    silver scrollwork.

     

    "Hail to the Seasons, we bid you welcome." you sing, playing a lustrous glass violin traced with

    silver scrollwork.

     

    "Welcome, Hart, from your musty grove. Welcome, Moon, from your high abode." you sing, playing a

    lustrous glass violin traced with silver scrollwork.

     

    "The Seren call you out! Wake now, rise up, take form, and remember!" you sing, playing a lustrous

    glass violin traced with silver scrollwork.

     

    The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of the past to watch

    over you.

    The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of the past to watch

    over you.

    The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of the past to watch

    over you.

    The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of the past to watch

    over you.

    The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of the past to watch

    over you.

    The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of the past to watch

    over you.

     

    The ancestral spirits turn to face the Lady Bearer, their ephemeral eyes blazing with a silver light.

     As they come in call to her song, they bow their heads reverently.

     

    The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of the past to watch

    over you.

    The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of the past to watch

    over you.

    The spirit of one of your ancestors, hearing your song, rises from the mists of the past to watch

    over you.


  • NiinaNiina Member Posts: 40 Apprentice
    edited August 2014

    Moon Priestess Ridien exhales softly and steadies herself, her gaze fixed on the ancestral spirits.

     

    Reverently, Moon Priestess Ridien says, "I stand on behalf of the High Priest of the Coven of Mother

    Moon. We are the Moondancers Guild."

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien says, "Moondancers of the Circle Epicenter, of moonlight and enchantment, the

    intent of magic and vision."

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien holds her athame aloft as she murmurs a prayer to Mother Moon. The shimmering

    light from above glints upon its argent blade as her head tips back to gaze upward. Closing her eyes,

     she holds both arms above her head as if seeking to embrace the Moon. The argent light strikes the

    blade and it begins to glow brighter than before as she starts to swing and leap wildly around the

    innermost part of the circle.

     

    Suddenly and without notice, the Priestess of the Moon takes her athame with both hands at the hilt,

    tip pointed downward toward the earth, and swiftly plunges the glowing blade into the ground.

     

    The moon on high immediately blazes with silver fire, sending forth blinding shafts of pale argent

    light upon each Moondancer present. Serenity takes this place and each individual beam widens to

    cover the entirety of the area with its brilliant lambency.

     

    Strongly, Eurytus, Master of the Hunt says, "I am proud to stand on behalf of the Great Chieftain of

    the Seren."

     

    Strongly, Eurytus, Master of the Hunt exclaims, "For we are Serenguard of the Circle North, of Earth

    and Stone, the essence of hardness and substance!"

     

    Eurytus, Master of the Hunt kneels humbly, placing a hand to the earth before rising tall, and

    swiftly steps forward from his place at the Cardinal North. Dancing with the northern winds, his

    eyes roll back into his head and he begins to mutter an ancient war chant, ghostly voices softly

    echoing his words from the shadows.

     

    Serenguard Ilkrus Yfae'dren raises a bone bowl engraved with tribal designs to all in the room and

    packs it with herbs and exotic plants before summoning a moonflame firefly to set its contents on

    fire in a ritualistic fashion, still chanting softly. A pillar of white smoke rises from the bowl

    before collapsing into the image of a stalking jaguar, low growling heard in the distance.

     

    Serenguard Sidhi Ga'ruul throws and crashes the bowl and the jaguar form dissipates into an

    expanding smoke ring that reveals a colourful headdress of magnificent eagle feathers. Lifting the

    headdress high above her head, she walks in a wide circle with her voice reaching the high heavens

    and swirls of snow dance upon the wind, a veil of white against the clear sky. An eagle's scream

    fills the air as the shadow of a giant bird passes overhead and a gnarled bark shield of the nature

    spirits drops from the firmament with a bang on the frozen ground.

     

    Serenguard Ilkrus Yfae'dren picks up the shield and wields it, banging on it in challenge as the

    sound of rawhide drums rings violently in the air before falling back to a hushed rhythm, their

    pounding and erratic beats raising a silvery mist that hangs eerily over the mystic circle. The mist

    adopts the ghostly form of a wolverine, which leaps forward and briefly struggles with him before

    melting away with a fierce roaring salute that reverberates throughout your body.

     

    Manifesting as a powerful ethereal wind, the wisping forms of the jaguar, eagle, and wolverine burst

    from his body, sweeping through each of the circles, their forms growing larger and more transparent.

     Suddenly, they burst into thousands of twinkling motes and settle on the heads and shoulders of

    each of the Serenguard.

     

    Flashing yellow and silver, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "I stand on behalf of the

    Kui of the Shofangi as Khan en-Wilde."

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "The Shofangi come to the Circle for the east, for air

    and storm, acting with tranquility, and reflecting with foresight."

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde leads all of the hooded Shofangi in a meditative chant,

    booming out ancient mantras, harmonizing with one another and with the sounds of the forest.

     

    Deep and low, high and sharp, the forest reverberates with the harmonies of the mantras, each

    vibration aligning perfectly.

     

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde steps forward and performs an elegant kata, sweeping,

    turning, twisting and slicing in a rough ring within the ritual circle.

     

    Azus spins her shofa in each hand, crisscrossing them back and forth in elaborate patterns.

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde completes the kata with a swift thrust and a vicious kick,

    holding her pose for a moment before gliding away, rejoining the mantras and the other monks.

     

    You see a deer wander through a clearing in the distance.

     

    Her eyes deepening to a crystalline, forestall vibrancy, Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper

    says, "We children of the sacred White Hart have come today to mix our spirits with your spirits,

    your souls with our souls, for the unity of the Serenwilde."

     

    Resonating with the ancient presence of the druidic ancestors, Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's

    Reaper says, "In this, we declare the Hartstone the Circle of the South, of blood and change, and

    the movement of seasons and cycles."

     

    Heir Avurekhos Yfae'dren, of Winter's Dream strides from his place behind Arien from the Outer

    Circle, and begins to lift up his knees high, briskly walking in a wide circle to create a path in

    the shape of a ring. As he bounds faster through the cycle, his antlers flash silver as the ghostly

    image of a stag materializes close behind, following his galloping form.

     

    Druid Feyr Yfae'dren finds the rhythm of his legs moving forward to take the same gait as the Heir of

    the Glinshari, his mien a joyful expression of freedom as his own antlers are tossed back in a proud

    display as his galloping counters that of him.

     

    As the two druids move in tandem, a hazy mist of silver-blue fog billows forth from the spectral

    vision of the stags entwining their antlers, their presence mounting with power as they pass one

    another with each turn of the ring.

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper glides in an uneven pace around the opposing circles,

    her own delicate feet spinning as she pirouettes in the movements of cycling winds. Her hands rise

    in sinuous gesticulation as she cries out in her walking trance to will the spark of life.

     

    Bursting open, the clouds in the sky release a light pitter-patter of rain.

     

    The dewy cerulean air fades into a golden, verdant-tinted whorl of spring's breeze as it follows the

    circling orbits of the trinity of druids as the progression of the seasons unfold with the dark

    vibrancy of autumnal leaves, and the blistering rippling of summer.

     

    With a low growl, a fierce timberwolf pads in from the north.

    A fierce timberwolf pads in, sniffing at the ground, then lifts its head and howls triumphantly.

     

    @Everiine arrives from the north.

     

    A tender, elder moonhart sapling peaks through the soil, growing by the will of the druids in a

    representation and token of their unity. Soon maturing, the tree becomes fully grown, its glittering

    bark carving itself into a totem of the Silver Goddess, entwined vines with a silver chalice.

     

  • NiinaNiina Member Posts: 40 Apprentice

    You say, "Here, today, I come to represent the Spiritsingers, those young, and those long passed.

    May we walk the seasons united, with the wisdom of the ancients."

     

    You say, "We are the Spiritsingers of the Circle West, of ashes and mist, the potent property of

    potential."

     

    You have emoted: Niina steps forward from her place in the inner circle drawing a fine moonhart bow

    and carefully placing a lustrous glass violin traced with silver scrollwork at her chin.

     

    You have emoted: Niina plays several abrupt chords with a dramatic flourish, followed by an

    intricate decrescendo that cause the ancestors swarming the room to starkly face her as

    reverberations from the last notes fill the air.

     

    You have emoted: Niina draws her bow delicately across the strings in sul tasto fashion, filling the

    air with a throbbing ethereal melody. She closes her eyes as she accelerates the succession of

    climbing notes, the passionate crescendo flitting up and down the scale in a rapid draw of her bow.

    She opens her mouth to sing as she carefully taps a succession of reverberating harmonics, her voice

    pealing like a silver bell as she slowly feels out each vowel, "Serynwodenhillirim!"

     

    Fine motes of alabaster and silver coalesce about her form as she holds the final note, the echo of

    her voice resonating throughout the forest. With the intonation of her voice, every colour of the

    Wilde brightens and leaves quiver and unfurl around you, and as the final notes reach the canopy

    overhead, the very wind holds its breath to listen.

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien bows her head as the last note resonates in echoes through the charged air of

    the circle. Raising her head once more, she steps down from her vantage point and links hands with

    the inner circle.

     

    The wind whistles eerily through the trees.

     

    Spirits swirling in the air around chant wildly in the fae tongue, settling one at a time to hover

    just behind each member of the Serenwilde, their mouths gaping wide with the syllables of their

    droning chant.

     

    The ritual beating of drums rumbles throughout the Serenwilde.

     

    Argent moonlight pierces the blue glow of the Flame of dae'Seren upon Avurekhos, enshrouding him

    momentarily in a silver mantle.

     

    In a swirl of blue fire, a gentle spirit stag leaps out of the Flame of dae'Seren upon you and

    prances in a slow circle before fading.

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien moves with the beat of the drums in the air and the wild chanting of Ancestors

    moving gracefully around the circle. The leaders of the Inner Circle begin to turn clockwise in time

    with the beat and the leader's footsteps. As the members of the Inner Circle take each other's hands,

     so too do the Outer Circle, and as one, they sidestep to the left with intent, moving by the beat

    of the drums in a counter-clockwise fashion.

     

    As the Inner Circle turns opposite the Outer Circle, a deep humming resonates throughout the

    Serenwilde. A flood of white light envelops the Inner Circle in a blinding stream from above.

     

    The Outer Circle continues to turn, and the people of the Serenwilde stop to turn inward to each

    other.

     

    Reverently, her voice rising above the chanting, Moon Priestess Ridien exclaims, "By the name of

    Ellindel Treeheart, we of the Moon Coven pledge our hearts to the fae and the forest. Under Moon's

    light and through Her wisdom, we shall strengthen and guide the people of this wood!"

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien releases a flower, its petals writhing with pale moonfire as it touches the

    ground.

     

    A surging gale of ethereal power floods the Serenwilde Commune and the boughs bend low, as if

    listening to the rhythmic chanting. Moonlight flickers wildly above, like flames licking at the

    leaves.

     

    Powerful voice clear, Eurytus, Master of the Hunt says, "In the name of the forest, by the blood of

    the Tribe, the Serenguard pledge their body and mind to protect the Serenwilde."

     

    Eurytus, Master of the Hunt drops the delicate snowdrop flower, its slender body landing lightly

    upon the platform.

     

    With a skip and a twirl, the maiden suddenly disappears into a poof of sparkling lights.

     

    You hear a rustling and turn to see @Dowapaa emerging from the undergrowth.

     

    @Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope lowers the hood of her robes, turning to gaze quietly.

     

    Resounding amongst the crackling of the sapphire flames, Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper

    says, "In the past, through this present, and far into the future, these druids blessed with the

    grace and wisdom of the White Hart will remember that their own blood is joined with their ancestors

    for all time. With these bonds made, and for the sake of the keep of the trees of this forest, it

    will be done so in the name of Glinshari Strongleaf."

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper lets go of the sunny cowslip, the bright flowers

    catching upon the wavering ground.

     

    Flashing with crackling white energy, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Kin among kin,

    strength above as below, we of the Shofangi strive for harmony, within and without, and we give our

    all to the Serenwilde. We will protect the Wildes, and we will protect the balance of nature, and we

    will protect our Kui, no matter the cost."

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde drops a curlicued alabaster loti with deliberate care,

    chanting "Akhanul Taichu, Kughanjirhan Asidaen. Shofhangi en-Eangjei."

     

    Her melodic voice echoing high into the canopy of the forest, you say, "By the Goddess Trialante we

    Spiritsingers promise our Voice shall ever uplift our brothers and sisters of the forest, and

    oppress those who so move us. We will lead each new generation through the ancient wisdom of the

    ancestors."

     

    You have emoted: Niina drops a pansy blossom, its dusky petals twirling before it touches the ground.

     

    "Our voices beat in sap and heartwood! Our feet thrum by leaf and flower!" you sing, as ancient

    harmonies rise from a lustrous glass violin traced with silver scrollwork.

     

    "Together we stand by the Moonhart Mother, the Purest of Trees!" you sing, playing a lustrous glass

    violin traced with silver scrollwork.

     

    "We stand together! We are One! Our strength is the strength of all!" you sing, playing a lustrous

    glass violin traced with silver scrollwork.

     

    "We are the first forest, and the last true forest! We are the Serenwilde!" you sing, playing a

    lustrous glass violin traced with silver scrollwork.

     

     (Serenwilde): Lleuke says, "Hail, Serenwilde."

     

    Moonlight blazes throughout the charged ritual circle, the ambient sound of ancestral cries and the

    rushing of nature intermingling with the shouts of the gathered Seren. A palpable energy fills the

    atmosphere as the colours of the flora gleam with an energy of their own and the sounds of the fauna

    ring out with divine clarity.

     

    The white blanket of cloud in the sky above you thickens into a heavy cover.

     

     (Serenwilde): Ulkira says, "Hail Lleuke."

     

    Moon Priestess Ridien reaches her hands high into the air and boldly cries, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You hear a rustling and turn to see Lleuke emerging from the undergrowth.

     

    You see Moon Priestess Ridien yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see Druid Feyr Yfae'dren yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see Seneschal Everiine Silvermoon the Wise yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    High Priest Lleuke Zayah, Bearer of the Silver Chalice enters the area quietly.

     

    You see Heir Avurekhos Yfae'dren, of Winter's Dream yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see Eurytus, Master of the Hunt yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see Serenguard Sidhi Ga'ruul yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see Serenguard Ilkrus Yfae'dren yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see Strawberry Lilybell, Fae Blossom yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You see High Priest Lleuke Zayah, Bearer of the Silver Chalice yell, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

    You shout, "Basala'oren Seren!"

     

     

    The forest itself lurches as wave of power explodes from the circle of cairns. In great tidal waves

    of wrath, fury, love, affection, and energy, the trees themselves bow low, their might bent against

    the immense force.

     

    The chirping of crickets surrounds you in a medley of night-time music.

     

    The last vestiges of midnight shadows flee as Mother Night hides herself from the luminous arrival

    of her shining mate as he chases her across the bowl of the sky.

     

    Gabriella tilts her head back and looks up at the sky.

     

    At once, the energy coalesces into a single pillar of silver moonfire that ripples once, twice, and

    then remains solid, flooding the heavens with its lambency.

     

    Softly, Seneschal Everiine Silvermoon the Wise says, "So it is, and may it ever shall be."

     

    Gleaming green, Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "So mote it be."

     

    A pillar of silver moonfire erupts from the Serenwilde Forest, its immense energy tearing through

    the canopy and reaching into the heavens.

     

    You say, "Blessed be, Serenwilde."

     

    Lifting her hands to the sky, Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope says, "It is the New Moon. Dawn is

    upon us."

     

    Gossamer winds whip around you suddenly as the voice of Lisaera, the Silver Goddess reverberates,

    "You have done well, Serenwilde! Very well indeed!"

     

    A squirrel skitters through the treetops somewhere above.

     

    Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper says, "All for the Serenwilde, for it shall be done."

     

    Everiine leaves to the north.

    With a low growl, a fierce timberwolf pads out to the north.

     

    A brilliant wave of silver moonfire erupts from the skies and floods the Basin of Life, sweeping

    across your body as it makes its way back to the Serenwilde Commune, where it hovers like a

    brilliant vortex above the Moonhart Mother Tree.

     

    You raise the Baton of the Emerald Songs overhead with a ceremonial flourish, concluding your guild

    rite.

    You gasp with the realisation that Renion has reached the level of Exceptional.

    Your spirits are uplifted by the rite, and you feel that you have learned something.

    You flutter your eyelashes charmingly.

    Lleuke raises the Silver Crown of Ellindel overhead with a ceremonial flourish, concluding the guild

    rite.

    Your spirits are uplifted by the rite, and you feel that you have learned something.

     

    Lowering her hands thoughtfully, Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope says, "For the Serenwilde."

     

    You say, "I thank you all for sharing this with us. A great time is upon the Last Forest."

     

    You see a deer wander through a clearing in the distance.

     

    The ground begins to rumble and quake as enormous vines surge up from the earth. As they coil around

    the trees, enormous spike-like thorns burst from their flesh, reaching out to claim the air around

    them.

     

    Arien blinks.

     

    Lleuke purses his lips pensively, gazing off into the distance as he carefully gathers his thoughts.

     

    Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope's eyes widen slowly beneath her mask.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde looks on, impassive, but pulsing yellow and red.

     

    The vines recede and then surge forward, cascading in a wave of crashing and sweeping toward the

    Moonhart Mother Tree, where they grow together in an enormous tangle.

     

    (Path walk moonhart)


  • NiinaNiina Member Posts: 40 Apprentice

     

    The Moonhart Mother Tree.

    The variety of trees that crowd around the Moonhart Mother Tree goes beyond count, elms and alders,

    beech and cherry, hawthorn and hazel, evergreen and oak, all dwarfed by the magnificence and majesty

    of the mother tree herself. The grasses and shrubs that grow in the surrounding forest become scarce

    as they approach the tree, replaced by tiny wildflowers of amethyst-purple and marble-white. The

    veil to the ethereal plane is particularly thin, and the laughter of pixies and other creatures of

    the fae tinkle down from the treetops and tickle the ears of those below. The atmosphere itself,

    although benign and welcoming, also vibrates with a palpable power, sending shivers up the skin.

    Singing a hauntingly beautiful melody, Miakoda, Maiden of the Moonhart, stands here. Towering high

    above is the Moonhart Mother Tree, stretching her enormous branches heavenwards. Reaching up as high

    as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living totem. There are 2 small screech owls here.

     There are 8 fierce timberwolves here. Covered in bone armour, a striped badger is here, licking its

    paws. Hovering over a raised dais are two silver arrows, their long shafts crossed with the points

    aimed skywards. An illustrated canvas hangs in the air here, supported by silvery ribbons. There are

    20 kephera nature warders here. There are 10 centaur hunters here. Covered in bone armour, watching

    you warily, a silver-furred vixen sniffs the air. Watching you warily, a silver-furred vixen sniffs

    the air. There are 3 armoured owls here. An elfen guard strolls here, alert and vigilant. In the

    shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. There are 10 frost hags here. A hunting trophy

    bearing Arcanis's head is here, a grisly reminder of the power of a skillful hunter. There are 2 red

    foxes here. There are 4 buckets here. A wooden spike is planted here, proudly displaying the

    shrunken head of Arien. A delicate silver scroll lies here. A hornbeam sapling clings tenaciously to

    the ground here. A wooden spike is planted here, proudly displaying the shrunken head of Daj. A

    wooden spike is planted here, proudly displaying the shrunken head of Enadonella. A ceremonial fire

    crackles here, sending orange sparks swirling upwards. A tangle of vines rises from the ground,

    wrapping themselves around the shrunken heads as if the forest itself were reclaiming them. Renion,

    Pure Chime is here. Strawberry Lilybell, Fae Blossom is here, shrouded. A pale ancestral spirit

    swirls around her. Heir Avurekhos Yfae'dren, of Winter's Dream is here, shrouded. He wields a mystic

    cudgel in his left hand and a war shield of the Killing Moon in his right. Gabriella Talnara,

    Blossoming Hope is here, shrouded. She wields an athame dagger in her left hand.

    You see exits leading north, south, and through a vined stairway.

     

    Gabriella stares implacably at a thick mass of long, sharp vines.

     

    Ulkira arrives, following Frost-born Arien Siar'luin, Winter's Reaper.

     

    A frost hag flows through the air before Arien.

     

    A frost hag says, "Hail, child of the forest."

     

    Avurekhos smiles softly at a thick mass of long, sharp vines.

     

    Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope says, "It's tearing away the shrunken heads."

     

    You hear a rustling and turn to see Lleuke emerging from the undergrowth.

     

    A frost hag says, "Hail, fae-tender."

     

    A kephera nature warder touches his headdress in salute towards Lleuke.

     

    A storm-coloured greyhound pants heavily, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

    Lleuke looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

     

    Lleuke kneels and reverently places a palm on the ground, his form suddenly blending into the

    background.

     

    Ilkrus arrives, following Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde.

     

    Sidhi arrives, following Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde.

     

    Azus arrives from the north.

     

    Ulkira curtseys gracefully.

     

    Haghan enters from the up, emanating an aura of immense power.

     

    A centaur hunter says, "Hail, student of Eurytus."

     

    Ulkira searches the air in front of her, then tugs upon an invisible strand of force.

     

    Haghan doffs a tae'dae great helm of darkened iron cordially.

     

    Haghan's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

     

    Ulkira turns translucent and then vanishes, leaving behind a cloud of sparkling motes of light.

     

    A frost hag says, "Go well, fae-tender."

     

    A kephera nature warder says, "Farewell, forest dweller."

     

    Proudly standing at full attention, Ilkrus slams a fist against his chest in a fierce tribal salute

    that reverberates throughout his body.

     

    Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope says, "It tears away that what Karlach left as his great display

    of Glomdoring might."

     

    A fierce timberwolf rushes in quickly, circling Ilkrus briefly before settling at his side.

     

    Proudly standing at full attention, Sidhi slams a fist against her chest in a fierce tribal salute

    that reverberates throughout her body.

     

    Lleuke tilts his head curiously at Gabriella.

     

    The swirling vortex explodes in a crash of rippling energy, leaving only motes of glimmering

    moonfire in the air above the Serenwilde Commune.

     

    Feyr slips into a thin opal bracelet carved with lilies.

     

    Feyr slips into a beryl sunshine bracelet.

     

    Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope gestures to the vine-covered, barely visible shrunken heads of

    her communemates. "These, here. They are being reclaimed. They will not scar our Mother."

     

    The trees of the Serenwilde Commune lift from their bow, energy and power suffising their bark and

    licking at their leaves. Inexhaustible power radiates from them, and you know in your heart that

    they are more alive than before.

     

    With a wistful look on her face, Gabriella touches a thick mass of long, sharp vines.

    The vines rustle to life, their thorny embrace squeezing the shrunken heads tightly causing them to

    crack and bleed. A feeling of peace falls across the area, suffusing you with the energy of natural

    life, and you know that this evil deed is only one part of the cycle.

     

    Heir Avurekhos Yfae'dren, of Winter's Dream places his hand upon the vines, before moving it away

    with a smile on his face.

     

    As the vines slow their writing, silver flowers erupt into bloom, living and dying in the span of

    seconds - another homage to the eternal presence of the cycle that guides all things.

     

    Arien smiles softly.

     

    Gabriella gives a short gasp of elation.

     

    Lleuke smiles softly.

     

    You beam broadly.

     

    Lleuke ponders a thick mass of long, sharp vines thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

     

    Showing that she understands, Azus nods her head slowly.

     

    With a wistful look on his face, Avurekhos touches a thick mass of long, sharp vines.

    The vines rustle to life, their thorny embrace squeezing the shrunken heads tightly causing them to

    crack and bleed. A feeling of peace falls across the area, suffusing you with the energy of natural

    life, and you know that this evil deed is only one part of the cycle.

     

    As the vines slow their writing, silver flowers erupt into bloom, living and dying in the span of

    seconds - another homage to the eternal presence of the cycle that guides all things.

     

    Heir Avurekhos Yfae'dren, of Winter's Dream says, "I see, this is good."

     

    You hug Avurekhos compassionately.

     

    You hug Arien compassionately.

     

    Heir Avurekhos Yfae'dren, of Winter's Dream says, "This pleases me, I am saddened that I must depart

    however."

     

    Avurekhos creases his brow in a frown.

     

    Haghan waves goodbye.

     

    You lean in and rub your nose playfully against Avurekhos's before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

     

    Avurekhos draws you into him and begins to softly kiss you, gazing into your eyes after each kiss.

    Avurekhos takes you by the hand, draws you into him, and whispers, "I love you."

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Life and death come swifter than expected. This is an

    excellent reminder."

     

    You nod your head sagely.

     

    Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope turns her face away.

     

    The air quiets and recedes as an ethereal wind whips through the clearing. Three women, their eyes

    blazing with the storm, evanesce from nothing, their forms towering and their presence undeniable.

     

    One, an old, wizened woman, nods Her head at the vines and strokes a nearby tree. Another, a woman

    glimmering with life, smiles gently at the gathering, Her storm-coloured eyes a crisp, sky blue. The

    third, a young woman filled with excitement, sings a note of love through the air as the canopy

    reaches out to touch Her.

     

    At once, the Silver Trinity coalesces as One, and the Silver Lady stands before you.

     

    Azus bows respectfully to Lisaera.

     

    Lleuke kneels before Lisaera, swearing his allegiance to Her.

     

    You kneel before Lisaera, swearing your allegiance to Her.

     

    Arien kneels before Lisaera, swearing her allegiance to Her.

     

    Avurekhos humbly drops one knee to the ground before Lisaera, genuflecting reverently in Her

    presence.

     

    Gabriella curtseys gracefully before Lisaera.

     

    Glorious rays of morning light burst forth from Father Sun's crown as it peeks over the world's edge,

     announcing a bright and shining new dawn.

     

    Lleuke stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

     

    Shifting his attention to Lisaera, Ilkrus powerfully slams a fist against his own chest in a tribal

    display of respect.

     

    Sidhi kneels before Lisaera, swearing her allegiance to Her.

     

    Hive Queen Azus Ankhemet, Khan en-Wilde says, "Hail to Taiakhanarqa Lisaera."

     

    Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope says, "My Lady."

     

    An ancient depth in Her voice, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "My children, my beautiful children

    - you have done it. The forest sings with power."

     

    With a wistful look on Her face, Lisaera touches a thick mass of long, sharp vines.

    The vines rustle to life, their thorny embrace squeezing the shrunken heads tightly causing them to

    crack and bleed. A feeling of peace falls across the area, suffusing you with the energy of natural

    life, and you know that this evil deed is only one part of the cycle.

     

    Renion bows respectfully to Lisaera.

     

    Lilybell kneels before Lisaera, swearing her allegiance to Her.

     

    As the vines slow their writing, silver flowers erupt into bloom, living and dying in the span of

    seconds - another homage to the eternal presence of the cycle that guides all things.

     

    Lleuke's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

     

    High Priest Lleuke Zayah, Bearer of the Silver Chalice smiles and says, "This is lovely."

     

    Arien stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

    Lilybell stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

     

    Sidhi stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

     

    Exhaling softly, Her storm-coloured eyes glimmering with silver tears, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess

    says, "The forest lives and breathes. It is your unity that brought this about, My children, and it

    will be your unity that continue to bring forth new growth."

     

    A storm-coloured greyhound pants heavily, his tail wagging enthusiastically.

     

    A pixie flutters off to the north, barely suppressing a giggle.

     

    Quietly, Gabriella Talnara, Blossoming Hope says to Lisaera, "Ah, but great Lady, it does take One

    to unite us. You are to thank for the start of it."

     

    Laughing merrily, a pixie flutters in from the north.

     

    Lisaera smiles softly at Gabriella.

     

    Lleuke's skin flushes silver as argent spheres spin around him in a graceful orbit, mimicking the

    phases of the moon.

     

    Closing Her eyes as She reaches out to touch a silver flower, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "I

    do not yet know how this power will manifest, but it is not done growing. Study the forest well in

    these coming months, My children."

    Laughing merrily, a pixie flutters in from the north.

     

    With a mother's gentleness, the storm still blazing in Her eyes, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says,

    "I am so proud of you. So, so proud."

    A pixie flutters off to the north, barely suppressing a giggle.

    Gently, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "I will leave you to your thoughts, My children. Go in

    wisdom."

  • LisaeraLisaera Gods Posts: 173 Divine
    This was amazing to see happen. The goal was to see what Serenwilde could do if it worked together, and I truly think the players exceeded my expectations. You guys made my little idea into something huge and fun, and I loved it! Kudos!
    Do you love my adorable avatar? I have the wonderful Feyrll to thank for that! See if she's still taking commissions so that you, too, can be rendered as a baby!
  • ArienArien Member Posts: 235 Expert
    I had amazing fun doing this with Serenwilde as a whole. I'm so glad so many people participated. :)
    Her storm-coloured eyes a muted blue, Lisaera, the Silver Goddess says, "Only sorrow can come from a rotting thought, My child, just like roots that have been drowned. You are a paragon of the wisdom I would see spread throughout the Serenwilde, but even the strongest minds must find release."
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    A shimmering liquid appears in your inventory smelling sweetly of something carbonated. It vanishes in a puff of silver smoke seconds later.
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    I write things
  • EveriineEveriine Wise Old Swordsbird / Brontaur Indianapolis, IN, USAMember Posts: 2,983 Transcendent
    I wish I could have been there to see all of it and participate more fully. It ended up being amazing!
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