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[Arakad]

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The fierce storm rained down upon the fresh grass and lush fertile land, flowers waved in the wind, small balls of hail glistened and bounced off of the young bark of the surrounding tree's. The Dark Paladin, brushing gloved a hand across the soft petals of wild poppies and orfluors, his pale eyes peering from beneath the cascading kasa, looking into the depths of one of the small buds as memories of childhood tales flashed through his mind; stories of virtuous heros, dangerous spells, and destruction of civilizations. Though one tale stuck vaguely into his memory...a portion of the tale of the decay...

~~The anjur sorcerer's around the eternal Adranath began to chant and raise their voices in a dark harmony that sent a shiver up Dasha’s spine and continued to blanket the area in a slight tremor. Rippling light slowly began to trail from their fingertips and form an intricate pattern like a lace made of flame around the entire circle which seemed to vibrate with the sound around it. The ring of light shrank inward and bathed the eternal in its glow until he seemed to be nothing but a bright speck in the center of the chanting circle. All at once the sorcerers' voices grew even louder, and with one final discordant note held for what seemed like ages, the light within Adranath fired outward into the sky in a great wave. His eyes suddenly shot open and his face stretched in a moment of terror. The proud warrior Dasha stood and darted as fast as she could to the ancient mage.

But Within his mind, the eternal could see the spell shimmering over Yew for but a brief moment, falling to the ground in a shimmer of tiny hail stones of light. Suddenly, his vision went dark and his mind erupted into hellish pain.

By the time female warrior had broken through the ring of sorcerer's and reached exhausted eternal, the spell had been completed and he was already starting to crumple to the ground, all his energy, stamina and mana depleted. Dasha caught his shoulders and helped lower him to the ground. His eyes still seemed to stare out at nothing, darting towards the sky in fear.

“Master!” one of the other, much younger, Eternals spoke as the sorcerer's recomposed themselves after the great spell. “The spell felt… different…" The elder stuttered out in mono-tones "than it did in the past.” The others nodded and seemed to agree.

“Adranath! Master, what happened?” the proud warrior Dasha shook the old Meer by the shoulder. “Are you hurt?”

“The Decay…” he mumbled. “Nature… magic… it is… bent… skewed since we last… last attempted the… the Decay…” The eternal steadied himself for a moment and looked up into Dasha’s eyes.

“I fear something has gone terribly wrong.” ~~

And terribly wrong it did go... for many years it has been...with the meer to proud to realize their true mistakes until recently, or to stubborn... The paladin quietly whispered to himself. This tale told to all the youth at one point or another...Arakad reached down plucking up a snowdrop taking in it's fresh fragrance...his eyes going up to the glistening blue stone of the abby, and the lush fields of yew beyond. Softly the paladin spoke to himself "Maelwyn, my friend... your wish has come true... weeks of preparing the right ingredients have given a grave wrong new purpose...

Bending down he gently placed the plucked flower at the roots of a lush Yew tree, pressing the snow drop against the bark with his gloved hand he whispered a silent prayer for the fallen spirits. "I just pray in time you and your kind will forgive us for that which we must do next."

With the final breath of the prayer the dark paladin makes an abrupt face, bringing the gloved hands up to grip the edge of the kasa with two limber fingers, bringing its shadow deeper over his face and allowing the hard falling rain to roll off with steady drops to the green grass below, the paladin begins his walk into the reborn forests of yew.