"KUUUUUUU~"
With a harsh cry, the youngling spirit was ejected from the planes of the inbetween, cast out by the nefarious, lingering will of the Great Serpent. It tumbled and rolled, unable to stop, crying out all the while. It skipped over flora, scaring away what insects would make their homes in the grass. Beneath the shadows of the great trees, it was but a small speck, barely the size of a young pup. But upon its back hung an amulet of mysterious design, interlocked in the tiniest of fractals, the secrets held within this talisman was accessible to none, except one.
But more concerning was the spirit still rolling about the grass, not stopping.
Eventually, it rolled to a stop, before a fresh pool of water, but it lay still, exhausted and injured from its recent ventures. A pity, as circumstances aligned that would force the youngling spirit to move quicker than it would like Even as it lay still, recovering, the forest it had been thrown into began to change, and shifted in both colors and aura, moving to the rhythm of the stars above. Lessat had begun its monthly eclipse, the barriers between the spiritual and the physical weakening. The subtle merging of the planes would allow entities of either side to cross into the other, for a time. Coincidentally, it also paved a way for a certain, cursed Shadow. One who had been cursed for interfering in the world too much. Eventually paying a costly price, but he had the means now, to reverse this affliction, and return to Arethil proper. He could feel the barriers weakening even now, allowing him to walk the planes of the spiritual proper. His gaze upon the resting spirit, though umoving, was of pity.
Originally planning to use the heart of a Great One, a powerful Serpent Titan from millennia before, he was forced back into this scenario, one he would have preferred the woodland spirit to not tread. More dangerous than anything the spirit would encounter, and perhaps drive it away from its foster parent with the weight of the knowledge gained in this endeavor. He had planned for the Cryomancer, or perhaps even the Swordsman to take up this quest, but alas, the amulet the spirit held on its back was the key to Tenrof's return. For within rested the key to his lock, a memento of days long past.
Means to reverse such absolute spells, but lost long ago, dating back to a time when the magicks and works of mortals were more wild, audacious. Knowing no bounds and excessively reaching for limits that belonged to the divine.
In a time when mortals could bind not just their fellow men, but gods.
He materialized for a moment, a specter among specters, but a whisper of a wind. It was all he could do, against a curse so divine. But he too, was not of the mortal planes. He may not possess the authority and Truth he had, but his ability to influence was still available. He could at least, guide this youngling spirit in the proper direction.
"Young Kouri... seek out the Primorus Tree."
A vision was bestowed, a destination. Where the roots of the Eldyr Tree had sprung, this Tree was among the many progeny that had grown from its branches. Having suffered one of the most terrible of casualties in the ancient war between Gods and Men, now a calamitous wasteland, and fraught with energies both of this world, and yet not. But at this tree's branches, at the nexus of its crown, was a conduit. Where the powers of both divine and mortal still raged, as if reliving the memories of that terrible war.
From that desolate, yet hallowed land, Tenrof's return would begin.
With a harsh cry, the youngling spirit was ejected from the planes of the inbetween, cast out by the nefarious, lingering will of the Great Serpent. It tumbled and rolled, unable to stop, crying out all the while. It skipped over flora, scaring away what insects would make their homes in the grass. Beneath the shadows of the great trees, it was but a small speck, barely the size of a young pup. But upon its back hung an amulet of mysterious design, interlocked in the tiniest of fractals, the secrets held within this talisman was accessible to none, except one.
But more concerning was the spirit still rolling about the grass, not stopping.
Eventually, it rolled to a stop, before a fresh pool of water, but it lay still, exhausted and injured from its recent ventures. A pity, as circumstances aligned that would force the youngling spirit to move quicker than it would like Even as it lay still, recovering, the forest it had been thrown into began to change, and shifted in both colors and aura, moving to the rhythm of the stars above. Lessat had begun its monthly eclipse, the barriers between the spiritual and the physical weakening. The subtle merging of the planes would allow entities of either side to cross into the other, for a time. Coincidentally, it also paved a way for a certain, cursed Shadow. One who had been cursed for interfering in the world too much. Eventually paying a costly price, but he had the means now, to reverse this affliction, and return to Arethil proper. He could feel the barriers weakening even now, allowing him to walk the planes of the spiritual proper. His gaze upon the resting spirit, though umoving, was of pity.
Originally planning to use the heart of a Great One, a powerful Serpent Titan from millennia before, he was forced back into this scenario, one he would have preferred the woodland spirit to not tread. More dangerous than anything the spirit would encounter, and perhaps drive it away from its foster parent with the weight of the knowledge gained in this endeavor. He had planned for the Cryomancer, or perhaps even the Swordsman to take up this quest, but alas, the amulet the spirit held on its back was the key to Tenrof's return. For within rested the key to his lock, a memento of days long past.
Means to reverse such absolute spells, but lost long ago, dating back to a time when the magicks and works of mortals were more wild, audacious. Knowing no bounds and excessively reaching for limits that belonged to the divine.
In a time when mortals could bind not just their fellow men, but gods.
He materialized for a moment, a specter among specters, but a whisper of a wind. It was all he could do, against a curse so divine. But he too, was not of the mortal planes. He may not possess the authority and Truth he had, but his ability to influence was still available. He could at least, guide this youngling spirit in the proper direction.
"Young Kouri... seek out the Primorus Tree."
A vision was bestowed, a destination. Where the roots of the Eldyr Tree had sprung, this Tree was among the many progeny that had grown from its branches. Having suffered one of the most terrible of casualties in the ancient war between Gods and Men, now a calamitous wasteland, and fraught with energies both of this world, and yet not. But at this tree's branches, at the nexus of its crown, was a conduit. Where the powers of both divine and mortal still raged, as if reliving the memories of that terrible war.
From that desolate, yet hallowed land, Tenrof's return would begin.
