The First Land Herald/450-06-10

Article Number: 117

Dateline: 450-06-10

THE IMMORTALS ACT Yet again the Immortals return in an effort to direct our attention where needed. The rallying cry of Everild and his boar rang out to one of his devout followers, Truffenyi appeared again, one adventurer received a mysterious call from many voices at once urging his return to Them, Meraud sternly reaffirmed his previous advice with his wolf by his side, and an electrifying visit from Firulf charged the air, owl in tow, for another. All were urged towards the final destination, encouraging the freedom of Knife Clan. All headed towards the last remaining encasement, where Unaka and Miraena would once again be present to assist, and we were met with silence from Asildu. Unaka readied her holy weapon, Bal Khatani, but alas no drakes or anything physical to fight would appear. Instead, Meraud appeared again, creating a bolus before us. He released the bolus of mixed mana, stepped back and gestured with one hand, inviting us to take charge. A large black wolf stepped from behind the figure, and panted happily, barked as we heard "That is the seed. Nurture it with mixed mana casting, and see that it grows. They will not like what it becomes." The figure and the wolf suddenly vanished, though the bolus remained. A voice roared, "This again, always with this experiment. You wallow in this filth!". Momentarily overwhelmed with a foreign feeling of revulsion, it was hard to recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoed all around. A gentler voice played across the area, "My child, onward, you must continue to prepare the salvo." A black wolf ran across our field of view, and lept high, barking excitedly! We felt encouraged to continue mixing mana! A static filled the air as an owl perched atop a branch of a nearby tree. A piercing glow was visible in its eyes, and it watched our efforts with interest. After a moment, it took to the air, flying to the north of the overgrowth. A raccoon darted through the trees, chittering in our direction as if attempting to encourage us. A majestic black crow settled at the edge of the clearing, its obsidian feathers gleamed. It gave a single caw of encouragement, and flew away. We glimpsed a gentle cow grazing in the clearing, its placid eyes reflected a divine radiance, encouraging a calm sense of purpose. It wandered into the forest, and disappeared. We felt some sort of attempt to thwart our efforts. A wild surge of mana swirled around the bolus, and snapped with no-color flashes and a dull rumble! The bolus jittered weirdly, long tendrils whipped against the confines of the golden haze! A gentle voice played across the area, "Quickly my child, stabilize the munition!" Everyone worked on figuring out manipulating the bolus, and appeared to succeed, yet occasionally a series of no-color flashes made us blink uncomfortably! A gentle voice played across the area again, "Good work my children, it is stabilized. Now, continue preparations! Mix the mana streams!" A series of images from various Immortals appeared. Coiled at the foot of a tree, an adder watched intently, as if fascinated by our acts. A tiny creature, no larger than a child's fist, peered out from a burrow hidden beneath the tangled roots. Its fur was the color of the forest floor, and its eyes sparkled with an intelligence far beyond its size. With a squeak, its tiny paws gestured as if to mimic casting a spell. Then, with a flick of its tail, it disappeared back into the darkness, and left only a faint trail of dust in its wake. A sleek panther emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowed with an ethereal light. Its graceful, dreamlike movements carried it along the periphery of the clearing, and it watched us, satisfied by our use of mana. A flash of white amidst the forest caught our eye. For a moment, we saw a majestic unicorn, its horn shimmered with a celestial light. Some turned to get a better look, but it was gone, and it left behind only the faint scent of wildflowers. A lone wolf emerged from the woods, its eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity. It stared for a moment and reared its head back, echoed a howl that serves as a call to continue casting. Satisfied, it returned to the tree line, and disappeared. Another surge like before hit us and hindered our progress. The mass snarled and emitted a high pitched whine! It roared as no-color flames licked across its faces! The sorcerous orb pulsed oddly, expanding and contracting as if it were living and breathing! A voice roared, "You wallow in the mud and this leads to nothing. Why do you persist?". Momentarily, we were overwhelmed with a foreign feeling of revulsion. It was, again, difficult to recall what the voice sounded like, though it echoed all around you. The voice continued to roar, "Vile, absolutely vile." Divine visions returned as we saw a badger emerge from its burrow, its fur matted with dirt and its eyes filled with a wise, knowing look of approval. It burrowed quietly back into the ground. Finally, a determined voice played across the area, "Well done everyone. They are not prepared for what comes next." As Knife Clan was freed, Dantia appeared. She appeared overwhelmed, Madigan quickly took her home to rest. Victory felt short lived when the sky began to flicker oddly. Moon Mages felt like something was wrong. The stars began to vanish one after another, each pinpoint of light disappeared with metronomic precision, one, after, another. Moon Mages felt an indescribably jarring rend that stole their breath, and the stars began to scream. Then they went silent, one at a time, the Wolf, the Raven, the Unicorn, the Panther, the Boar, the Cobra, the Dolphin, the Cat, the Wren, the Lion, the Ram, the Ox, and finally, the elusive Scorpion. We all witnessed as three looming figures materialized in the heavens above, and they stared down with obvious malice. A new presence replacing the stars was sensed by the Moon Mages, an ancient will allowed itself to be seen, to be felt. And They rose, higher and higher, all around, scaring away the horrors that exist between, that exist without, They stomped with heavy feet and snarled with malice. The sky was Theirs. Fate was always Theirs. The only heavenly bodies that could be seen in the sky now were the plants eerily devoid of any surrounding stars and the three massive figures. The being known as Issendar stared down with pale silver eyes and bright green pupils. His dark skin and white hair cast a stunning contrast, though did not distract from the rage plain upon His face. His beautifully braided and knotted hair gently fluttered behind Him. His veined hands firmly grasped the hilt of a long sword, its blade a sharp window into a battered seascape. The being known as Kirmhara stares down, with pale silver eyes and bright gold pupils. Her ebony skin was adorned with an array of scars, and her long, colorless hair gently flowed all around her. Her boney hands grasped the hilt of a long sword, its blade a sharp window into a view of crackling flames. Lastly, the being known as Elide stared down, with pale silver eyes and bright blue pupils. Her beautiful features did little to hide Her cold rage, Her flowing robes gently fluttered behind her. Her long fingers delicately held the hilt of a long sword, its blade a sharp window into an unrecognizable field of stars. Much like forgetting their distinct voices after hearing them, It was difficult to recall what they looked like except while looking directly at them. Zynell and Sothios had the thought to describe them to an artist and capture their features. All of the Clans and Dantia were liberated, but the reunions were bittersweet and rejoicing would have to wait. There were still four people to save, and the threat of something new and angry soared ominously above our heads. Don't look up, Shaylynne Kendialahle Reporter of the First Land Herald

Real Date: Unknown Date

Subject(s): Wild Magic

Author(s): Shaylynne