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			At the edges of your perception, you find your connection to Elanthia still lingering, as if it never truly left you. A sense of a pure, verdant, serene planet surrounds you, and your vision slowly adjusts. You see yourself at the foot of a tall lifesculpted spire that crosses two strong-moving rivers, in a glade encircled by a tall canopy of trees. The form of a large orange dragon settles at the base of the spire, towering over you, before hunching itself low, twisting and shifting until it resembles a feminine humanoid form. She walks toward where you stand, as if aware of your presence, and pauses thoughtfully. Your gaze looks down, and you see two small hands. She plants a hand on the crest of your forehead, and whispers words that are not audible -- and yet you know them. "You will be one of my Gardeners."

			At her touch, the world twists, and shapes before you. In moments, you experience flickers of memories and experiences. You find yourself shaping creation to your whim, gesturing and twisting nature into an elegant, harmonious design, but find yourself depleted each time -- a gnawing hunger filling your being, as you pull from each available mana stream and exhaust its limitations. Years -- decades -- centuries pass in moments, and yet you find that hunger welling deeper and deeper with each use -- insatiable and endless. You reach to broader areas for mana, and are more selective as time passes, but the hunger does not abate.

			Focusing on the hunger, you discover that the only fulfilment you can achieve is by consuming raw, pure mana in immense quantity. In time, you find the thread of new streams of mana just beyond your reach. You call to it, and it does not answer -- and yet the hunger grows, as does your desperation. It takes painful ages, but in that time, you discover a way to grasp that mana -- by pulling something new inside the paradise. Your senses are overwhelmed as you reach out, deliberately slicing into the knitted strands that protect the plane, and force the new threads of mana through, building a new weave. In this moment, you feel more powerful than ever -- and the hunger is sated.

			Boundless creation followed, and you found yourself pushing each of your limits. Time speeds up as you watch creation become even more intricate. And yet -- time slows until you can focus on a single feeling -- a single moment inside a single vision. The humanoid has returned. Again, you do not understand her words, but you instinctually are familiar with her meaning -- rejection. Failure. With another touch, you are unmade, and in that moment, you become acutely aware that you are accused of poisoning the purity of this world. In the unmaking, your consciousness becomes attached to a speck of dirt inside a beam of light beneath the canopy that surrounds a now-withering spire, helpless to watch as your creations slowly are undone as a consequence of your actions inside a null prison for what appears to be an eternity.

			You watch from the outside as the humanoid crafts a new being -- similar to the one you experienced, except fundamentally different in one fundamental purpose. Where you had experienced the memories of a Gardener, these new creations warded against the fear of rot. Again, you experience time pass in epochs as Elanthia would, watching the verdant glory tarnish, fade, and wilt, and with a feeling of dread, you cannot help but know that something has been beckoned through. You feel pain as war ravages the planet, and time slows to one horrible moment -- when hundreds of these new creations are locked in battle with an incomprehensible outside force. In a flash, one invokes words that have terrible meaning -- and at the expense of the verdant life, it rends everything you consider beautiful into a desiccated wasteland, leaving innumerable creators and their creations joining the soul of the planet. Your vision abruptly returns to normal, leaving you disoriented.

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	Madigan says, "Take care Waydren."		Madigan says, "Take care Waydren."

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	Raising his roasted coffee to you, Madigan gives you a toast. Cheers!		Raising his roasted coffee to you, Madigan gives you a toast. Cheers!

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	It has been 450 years, 117 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<be>		It has been 450 years, 117 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<br>
	It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Golden Panther.<be>		It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Golden Panther.<br>
	It is currently spring and it is dawn.		It is currently spring and it is dawn.

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It has been 450 years, 117 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Golden Panther. It is currently spring and it is dawn. == Hosts == ===Waydren=== You see Druid '''Waydren Amlir''', a Human.
Waydren's flesh is covered by a magical coat of protective scales. They swirl swiftly through vibrant hues of all the colors of the spectrum.
He has a square-jawed..."

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9/06/2024 
It has been 450 years, 117 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.<be>
It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Golden Panther.<be>
It is currently spring and it is dawn.

== Hosts ==
===Waydren===
You see [[Title:Druid|Druid]] '''Waydren Amlir''', a [[Human]].
 Waydren's flesh is covered by a magical coat of protective scales. They swirl swiftly through vibrant hues of all the colors of the spectrum. 
He has a square-jawed face, silver-flecked steely grey eyes and a straight nose. His dark brown hair is short and wavy. He has tanned skin and a deeply cowled cloak of dark jadeleaf cloth partially obscuring an athletic build. 
He appears to be venerable. 
Six long horns crown the skull headdress resting over his forehead. Black, cruelly spiked bricklebranch twigs coil around each curving point, gathering in a morass over the frontal bone. Articulated jawbones trail to skim his cheeks. 
 
He is holding a viridian lirisan staff branded with druidic symbols in his right hand.
 
He is wearing a six-horned skull headdress twined with bricklebranch twigs, a deeply cowled cloak of dark jadeleaf cloth inked with a shadowy gloomwood tree, an off-white tunic wrapped with a wide leather belt, an azurelle-hafted throwing axe with a honed silversteel dragon-wing blade, a rugged yeehar-hide herb pouch, some grey linen pants with small bone buttons and some rugged leather traveler's boots.

===Lupdels===
You see '''Lupdels Del'Albaum''', a Rakash. 
He has crystal green eyes, a grizzled greyish-brown coat and a slender tail. 
He appears to be ancient. 
 
He is wearing a regally high-collared black robe trimmed with complex copper piping, some silver wire-framed spectacles with streaky ocean-blue lenses, a deeply hooded cloak of charcoal grey silk lined in inky black, an elegant asini ring set with diamonds framing a polished round black disc, and a cambrinth pick. 

===Kethrai===
You see '''Heart Tender Kethrai''', Life Weaver of Kaerna Village, a Prydaen Empath. 
He has an oval face, cat-slitted moss-green eyes and a whiskered nose. His deep purple-streaked lavender mane is shoulder length and curly, and is worn in a halo of tousled curls. He has sandy fur with brown points, a fluffy tail and a lissome build. 
He is short for a Prydaen. 
He is a moth-stalker. 
His facial fur is decorated with a bounty of tiny melir blooms. Clustered around his left eye, the white glaes flowers glisten with delicate rosy pink hues. Tiny petals trail downwards, whirling along his jaw as though scattered by an errant breeze. 
His abdomen has a tattoo of a stunning vela'tohr flower bleeding through a variety of jewel-toned hues. 
 
He is wearing a pale lavender etrana blossom with rich mulberry undertones, an Elven gold wedding torque capped with carved tiger lily carnelian blooms, a saffron marblesilk ysin embroidered with an extravagant flush of pale purple shalyria blossoms and a pair of gilded leather sandals with tiny gold buckles.

===Anuril===
You see '''Veteran Apprentice Anuril''', Elemental Student of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf. 
He has a triangular face, pointed ears, gold-flecked amber eyes and a straight nose. His platinum hair is long and straight, and is worn in a simple, pulled-back style held in place by a wispy chain of wyndeflowers flecked with lightning amethysts. He has pale skin and a lean build. 
He is a bit over average height for an Elf. 
He looks young. 
His left cheekbone has a tattoo of a vibrant bouquet of etlingera flowers inked in fiery pink and red hues. 
He is in good shape. 
 
He is wearing a forest green farandine mantle embroidered with silver ivy, a polished cambrinth cloak pin inlaid with a snowy alabaster unicorn, a high-necked sable-hued steelsilk tunic with silver piping, a shadesatin coat embroidered with overlapping leaves in rich forest-green, an uthamar wedding band inlaid with tiny lightning bolts formed of xenomite, an ebon-hued leather belt with a silver dragon's head buckle, a pair of tight-fitting jade-hued velvet trews and some calf-high black suede boots with silver clasps.

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