Eversong

[shadowedsun]

[The landscape of this dream starts out with an idyllic setting locked into an endless late spring, early summer. Massive trees crowned in shades of golds, reds and greens dominate the landscape. Vermilion furred lynx hunted the grounds beneath the trees and occasionally what looked to be significantly smaller trees possessing faces and small if long arms could be seen. Tiny Treants tending to the massive woods around them.

Moving through this idyllic setting with apparent purpose is what first appears to be your typical man, though a closer observation of the head area will quickly disabuse anyone of the idea that the man is human, long tapering ears move in a slight bobbing motion with each quick step he takes down the cobbled path through the woods. His pale hair is currently down out of its usual top-knot, flowing down his back and largely covering the cloak he wears over his tunic and armor, their colors similar to the leaves above him.

Why he's in such hurry is not readily apparent, especially when to the casual glance, the landscape around him seems peaceful and almost serene. However, in the distance ahead the glow of the land seems to darken, radiating an ill-at-ease feeling, sick, twisted..dying. As if some cancer threatens to move in on the golden and scarlet lands beyond it and destroy them. And if he does not want to see that poison seep any further into his kingdom, then he has to think of a way to halt it without falling into the trap which has already robbed them of one ruler of their people already.

It's unfortunately all too easy to start believing that the ends justify the means though in these dark and trying times.]


[ooc: For those who don't know the woods of Eversong forest, the woods look like this]

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[shadowedsun]

[He almost misses the young woman as he walks lost in thought, but the sound of a treant who's taken offense at being bothered in its work attracts his attention and he quickly moves off the path to block the blow of the woody arm that's swung at her. It's unfortunate that most of the creatures have been maddened past the point actually working together with them as they had in the past; thus there's only two actions one can take when dealing with them now. Kill them or flee until they go decide you're no longer a threat to their work.]

Follow me to the path.

[Had he been alone, he would have simply killed it and been done with it. But the young lady had seemed genuinely interested in them and actually trying to help. Lashing out at it, might have actually upset her more than the treant's attack on her did. Thus he chose to lead them to flee from it. Hopefully she would heed his words and follow him before the treant's companions caught wind of them and decided to join in on the assault.]

[gardeningaia]

[ She does run, startled out of her admiration of the careful work by that violent gesture she hadn't seen coming until too late. If it hadn't been for this stranger, she would have gotten a faceful of bark, and it probably would have only gotten worse from there. Still it doesn't make sense to her, bothering her so badly that she looks over her shoulder as they run. ]

What's going on? Did I scare them?

[shadowedsun]

[He didn't reply until after they'd made it back to the road and he'd made certain the treant had given up the pursuit. Now that the danger of injury was gone, he studied the young woman quietly for a moment before answering her questions. From all appearances she seemed human, though why she was in these woods and trying to deal with treants of all things, he didn't know. Perhaps she might be following the druidic ways, there were a few humans which were attempting to join that group. It was possible she was one of them.]

It was no fault of yours. The majority of treants unfortunately have not yet recovered from the trauma of certain events which have rocked this world. They've gone mad one might say... and thus lash out at anyone which gets in their way. Be they foe or friend. Might I ask what brings you to these woods?

[gardeningaia]

[ She only has to look back once at the woods and the twisted energy that seems to darken it to decide her answer: ]

A call for help.

[ She's not sure who it came from yet... but she doesn't end up in places like this by accident, and she looks up to meet Lor'themar's eyes. ]

I'm a healer. Not too particular what I heal, unless it'd hurt others. [ People, plants, animals. Life. It's her duty to help all. ]

[shadowedsun]

[It would seem he had perhaps guessed her nature correctly. Thus despite the fact a human shouldn't be in these lands, he'll give her the benefit of a doubt for the time being. He'd be a fool to turn away an offer of aid that seemed sincere and for the moment, without the strings which usually accompanied such offers of aid.]

A druid or shaman then? Can you heal the land? [He gestures briefly to the darkened bank in the distance before them with its dying trees and corrupted wildlife.]

[gardeningaia]

Of course I'll try. I can't make promises, but there's always a way. [ Though, she's still trying to figure out how to fix her own land. ] A spreading darkness...it's familiar.