Part 1: The Final Preparation
Using his greatsword as a makeshift cane, Grey limps in from the south, wreathed in a white mist.
Sarrasri clears her throat.
Swiftly crossing your arms over your chest, you turn to Grey and grasp both of his forearms in a tribal gesture of greeting.
Swiftly crossing her arms over her chest, Sarrasri turns toward Grey, grasping his forearms in a tribal gesture of greeting.
Xiran jumps up and flits behind Sarrasri.
Glimmer of Moondust, Yugifyre Calithel, Princess Fluffball says, "Hi Grey."
With a graceful step back and a sweeping bow, Arien plays a complex sequence of notes. Pale images of ancient spirits surround Grey briefly, their voices harmonizing with the song.
Hushing the crowd, you say, "Quiet, everyone."
Grey inclines his head politely to those gathered.
Smiling warmly, Offering of the Spirits, Sibirn, Winter's Claw says to Grey, "Greetings, big mist friend."
Wyldewald Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt says, "Greetings, Grey."
Grey says, "How have everybody's meditations and preparations been coming?"
Wyldewald Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt says, "The Wodewoses have taken to marking the forest with signs."
Wyldewald Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt says, "Both for protection, and to work against Seniit."
Waldgeist Arien Myeras, Shepherdess of Hart says, "I have the ritual prepared for invoking the Ancestors."
Grey says, "And have the Sowers found a way to strike against the half-formed?"
(Serenwilde): Sarrasri says, "Sowers, do you possess a way to strike down Seniit?"
(Serenwilde): Sarrasri says, "Are your preparations bearing seed?"
(Serenwilde): Vefai says, "We're working on it, I believe."
Yugifyre sits herself down.
Vefai enters from the north, emanating an aura of immense power.
Xiran curtseys gracefully before Vefai.
Vefai curtseys gracefully.
Vefai proudly shows off a verdant seed:
Made of some odd crystal, this unusual seed has taken on a verdant sheen, almost a bright emerald in colour. It seems to shine with an almost natural light, small streams of silver coursing through its centre.
Wyldewald Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt says, "Sowers have a seed for everything."
Sarrasri's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
The corners of Vefai's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
Joyous Lady, Vefai Myeras, the Gatherer of the Pixies says, "I have to find where it needs to go."
Grey eyes the seed suspiciously, nodding. "That will work," he states matter-of-factly. "That will work well."
Vefai kneels before Grey, swearing her allegiance to him.
Sarrasri looks over her athame, ensuring the wodesigns painted on earlier have not smudged.
Seniit the Manipulator appears behind Grey, a smile wide on his face. "You are a new one! Certainly interesting!" His attention turns to you, "Sparrow, did you relay my offer?" (Earlier, Seniit told Everiine to bring a message to the commune leadership: "Make ammends, leave, or die. Playtime is over!")
Yugifyre gives a pained sigh.
With a flourish, Sibirn draws a serrated double-bladed waraxe from a forest-green leather frogge.
Xiran's eyes grow round.
Grey remains motionless, hands upon his greatsword's hilt.
Nodding his feathered head, you say to Seniit the Manipulator, "I did, Seniit."
Eleniel shuffles her feet uneasily.
Seniit the Manipulator says, "And your answer?"
Simply, Offering of the Spirits, Sibirn, Winter's Claw says to Seniit the Manipulator, "We are out of almonds." ('amends', get it?)
Vefai looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
Sarrasri stares down Seniit the Manipulator, a cold look in her eyes.
Arien's lip rises as she bares her teeth slightly, mouth twitching as she begins to paw the ground as if revving up to charge.
Yugifyre idly twitches her tail.
Wyldewald Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt says, "We are not leaving, Seniit."
Wyldewald Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt says, "That is our answer."
Seniit the Manipulator smiles a wide, toothy smile. "And no amends?"
Shaking his head, Offering of the Spirits, Sibirn, Winter's Claw says, "No almonds. Not now, not ever."
Sarrasri nods her head at Sibirn.
Waykeeper Minkahmet, Ashen Shroud in Cairns whispers, "None....basically.."
Seniit the Manipulator exclaims, "Saddening! Very well then!"
Sibirn's grip tightens on his waraxe at he leans forward.
The half-formed disappears suddenly in a black mist.
Everiine flutters his wings.
Xiran zips about anxiously.
Yugifyre gives Xiran a friendly squeeze.
Everiine kneels down and presses his palm to the ground. Closing his eyes, he chants under his breath, calling the names of the wodesigns carved and painted throughout the forest, beckoning the Land to answer the summons and empower the signs.
A violent storm of umbrous mist begins to pick up throughout the forest. The winds begin to rise, loose stones and dead branches beginning to rise up and join the mist in its spiral.
Sibirn stomps his massive paws against the ground, leaves and loose soil jumping and dancing around him as he raises his waraxe high, calling forth the power of his wodesigns.
Placing a palm upon the Moonhart Mother Tree, Sarrasri joins you in your chants to call upon the wodesigns throughout the forest.
Grey grins as he stands his ground, watching the storm take hold.
Arien quickly moves around the group at the Mother Moonhart, dipping deep into a pouch at her sternum. She begins to sprinkle herbaceous dust around them in a protective circle. Her chants are hurried blurs of graceful intonations, as she tosses the silver mistletoe in each cardinal direction.
Arien hurriedly she positions the effigies, and sprinkles the grave dirt in the centre of the circle.
The mists begin to grow faster and stronger. Small animals begin to go flying, a cow is visible and audible flying over the Scar. Massive trees begin to rise throughout the forest.
Dancing now with her movements, as she raises her voice over the wind, Waldgeist Arien Myeras, Shepherdess of Hart chants, "We call upon you, ancestors of the Serynwodenhillirim. Rise to do homage in our battle. Show visions of his loved ones here, manifesting, to draw them in."
Arien begins to wield an antler-hung bell of the moon in her right hand.
Raising his hand, Grey says, "Hold your rituals."
Everiine stops chanting and blinks, looking up at Grey.
Arien is in motion about to ring her bell, but snaps its clapper against her chest to silence it.
Yugifyre takes an antler-hung bell of the moon from a gorgeous backpack of stars and bells.
Sibirn pauses, one massive paw held awkwardly in air as he tries to still his movement.
Yugifyre begins to wield an antler-hung bell of the moon in her right hand.
Grey says, "This is the wrong place to do it, and there are more preparations. But we ride out the storm."
Sarrasri slowly lowers her hand from the Moonhart Mother Tree, turning towards Grey.
Sibirn nods subtly.
Xiran sways back and forth.
You ask Grey, "Where is this right place?"
Simply, Wyldewald Sarrasri Talnara, Arrow of the Hunt says, "We prepared all the forest for this. The tribes will go where we are needed."
Grey says, "We shall see once the storm has progressed."
Arien swoops up the effigies, and dusts the circle quickly - mumbling incantations as she dances the opposite direction to unweave the ritual.
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Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.