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The Arcane Order |
| She sat inside The Silver Arrow tavern
sipping at a glass of cool water and reflecting on all that had happened
the last few weeks. In that short time she had discovered the world
around her, made new fast friends and had become a member of Tuatha de
Danann. What a thrill it was to live. Still a part of her was void. Her
tree was dead...she was determined to find out why and set things right.
Two years ago (was it really that long?) the Yew tree she was a part of and the surrounding trees were struck. To this day she knew not by what. The smaller trees died instantly. Her great Yew tree was dying. She spent the better part of the next two years struggling to keep it alive. Daily she would pour all her energy into the tree hoping beyond hope it would recover and grow again. I didn't... Her energy spent the great Yew died. Somehow she continued. This part she did not understand. By all rights she too should be dead. Over the following few days she found herself feeling stronger and stronger. Then the time came. She moved slowly to what had once been a boundary for her. She walked to the very edge of her now dead glade...then she walked beyond it. Never before had she been able to take a step beyond that small ring of trees encircling her own. She glanced back briefly at her leafless lifeless home, chose a direction at random and set off into the woods. The Silver Arrow was empty this late at night. She finished the water in her glass quickly, relieving the parched feeling in her throat that came all to often. Hefting her pack on to her shoulder she set off to the north...back to her new home. Faerie Hall. Something in the back of her head wanted her to go elsewhere. She felt drawn to the west. Since the day she left her glade she had felt drawn to the dark eerie catacombs that lay spread under the ground of the Yew woods. Something in her head kept telling her that her quest for the truth would start there. She had already visited many times and had found nothing, but the feeling persisted. There was no doubt in her mind that she survived for one reason. To come once again to the defense of her beloved tree. She knew she would need help in her quest. She was certain she could not do this alone. She would call on the aid of the elves of Tel'Mithrim, the faeries of Tuatha de Danann, and even the humans of the Guardians. These had become her friends...and she was sure they could help her. |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead