Ancestral Connection

A murky bog shrouded in a thick mist when it rains. Azurite deposits shine bright during the Vaeroth swamp's mist, but legends say demonic creatures are drawn to the eerie glow.
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Sounds of feet sinking into the murky waters and gooing under-bed of the swamp. The climate tended t stick to flesh humid and muggy was the atmosphere was not a place he would normally find comfort. But the Woods final words rang deep within." You are similar to a Child of Dust. Lifes essences echo twice within you". He had pondered over this for four days now trying to make a connection, create some type of attachment to what seemed to him, t be some form of sentiment. A clue? Not having a home now anywhere all he could do was walk and think, think and question everything he was processing. Why did things have to be this way? Why was he forced to walk this world in solitude? He truly was beginning to feel like a monster.

Insects of all kinds and sizes made trie way to different flora even engaging in the primal war of eat or be eaten. His presence was being hidden he didn't want to alert any unnecessary attention. Tis domain, it was completely foreign to him, he couldn't begin to account for its many possible dangers. A lone wolf at heart though he still walked unaided by the terrain. As irritating as it might have been the pungent smell of the ecosystem and the beauty of its symbiotic oneness was putting him in a surprisingly better mood. Something about beings amongst life in its various form always brought him some form of solace. It did bring up bouts of anxiety forever since taking life for the first time he was questioned whether its safe for him to remain around anyone. Especially not the powerful.

So he treks upon a path of seclusion whilst seeking answers to whether he...has a family. Nagase referencing The Wood s a "Mother" planted seed of curiosity in him. A mother, the person who gave birth to him. He couldn't even remeber her face, or if he ever met her r his father. Did he have those kinds of bonds with other beings on this planet? The questions fluttered unfiltered and unanswered in his mind. As he moved further through the muck he spotted a path more slid than the rest. Making his way towards it he caught a whiff of something...fowl...and dangerous. His eyes flashed revealing his lime green feline like mirrors. He could now control his dual sight interchangeably, one of Boras many gifts to the creature. Turning his head swiftly to the direction where the scent was the strongest he jumped to the side as a beast the size of a tiger rushed past him attempting to gouge its fangs into his skull. His swift movements earned him a graceful doge with only a single hair of his singular braid was lost to the wind. Muck splashed as the beast crashed into its surface getting it over Allen exposed chest and arms. His face befell with a grimace as the snarling predator glared at him with eyes bloodshot red radiating a horrid intent to maul Allen.
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Another one?

He thought this was the third wolf to attack him. It was odd for what he knew of these creatures from a bestiary of the orc left in his satchel were that he hunted in groups. So Why did they only confront him one on one? Intervals between assaults...but each stronger, faster than the last. It was odd. A mighty howl bellowed from the belly of the creature before it Charged again, this time Alen would not move an inch. His adrenaline was pumping and is naten was aggravated. As the beast reaches the apex of its leap he would sen his leg crashing into its right side with enough force to possibly crush its rib cage. His leg was harder than steel thanks to increasing the iron in his bloodstream to coagulate and harden his legs increasing the power of the blow. Again the beast spalt in the ground sending thick ripples in the murk upon impact. Hit quickly got up again wincing in pain as it did so. Ready to put an end t this bout Allen began allowing his blood to low out of the orifices on his back. As it came forth and congealed he would see the dark essence of yet another wolf making its way from the shadows. That wail released from the beast earlier must've been a rallying call. Were...were these beast testing him? Gauging his abilities and acclimating their numbers accordingly? He never regarded such creature capable of high thinking process and planning. Unless...they belonged to a being that could...
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Neither side moved, silence gripped the air around them wrapping them in a field of quiet anticipation. Searching for an opening, the first to move would die quickest. Allen stayed calm, bubbling within him was a sensation. Anxiousness birthed from his growing interest in these wolves. He had a theory, the Wood it spoke of Allen's blood "taking". From Bora he took memories, ties, and understanding. Though it wrought more questions as he found conclusions it became easier to navigate these pathways. The Blood...

Blood...the key...the pathway...

Moments had passed as his own serum gathered. His eyes narrowed...he stopped hiding his presence and upon doing so a fearsome rush of his blood lust soaked the area. It hit the wolves like a downward flux in gravity causing the weakened one to struggle to stand. Its partner took note of this and new that if it sent it to attack it would be killed. It though grappling with its own primal urges to flew was receiving some mandated courage. A surge of naten flowed into it causing its bravery to bolster. It growled raggedly before taking off at a speed even Allen would find difficulty avoiding. But avoid he would not.

"Reach"

A call, a command. His blood readily took the shape of a long of clawed appendages. Spanning 10 meters in length one of the tendrils initially jolted towards the beast widening and hardening as form makeshift shied to deaded the wolfs impact. The moment this occurred the second claw would think into a spear-like protrusion and send its being deep within the gut of the creature. A sharp and piercing shriek came from the beast which furthered the weight the first creature was under. A ghastly wail of horror escaped its mouth before its body began to glow with a black hue. The blood of the rapidly dying Wolfe covered Allen in its essence. It was warm to the touch and furthered his growing anxiousness. What was controlling these creatures, these beast were not the holders of these emotions. Something deeply rooted in the swamp cared for this mongrels. It must have been what was organizing the attacks. He would know of it...

The glowing wolf would begin to spew a noxious miasma from its mouth that quickly gained ownership of the area. Weary of this gas he would toss the body and use his claw to thrust him atop a tree. Though whittled as it was it just barely supported his weight. Glancing down he could faintly see the glimmers of the beast naten. Something was jamming his area of vision. Though with this new vantage point he could see seven other naten signatures outside the range of the fog making their way there rapidly.

"And the so...the move is made..."

He thought as he closed his eyes. By how fast they were moving he had barely 45 seconds to prepare this last stand effort. He took a deep breath causing his naten to whim itself ready to be spun. His blood began to gush out and fall unto the ground and in the neighboring muck."Fester" another command, his blood-drenched the ground, the neighboring fauna gorging themselves on his power. A few seconds went by before his eyes opened.

"If your master truly cares for you..."

The ground began to rumble as he went on

"To the frontlines war, they should've come..."

The viscosity of the claws became like that or rubber. Thinning them out and widening them to wing like contusions. He lept single flap of his wings had enough for to propel him upward. Spreading them out he halted. His blood ding its job in setting the stage. The wolves were just about to reach his position. With as much might as he could muster he sent himself toward the ground below with staggering speed. Like a blood red comet, he hit the ground and upon impact, the shockwaves away the miasma, the ground cracked and from its crevices, a horrendous fragment of nature emerged.
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Sepentous movements are what met the pack of wolves as the thickly barbed vines ensnared and dug their way into their flesh Allen would be seen rising. Accompanying this slight ascension would be 5 widely opened mouths. The heads of his creatures ready to feast n the meal they captured. The only one that would not be entangled in this was the one who called. Allen began to walk toward it, stifled by fear it could not run. Its breath was ragged, it had expended much of its naten concocting that fog. It eyes flushed with desperation and hatred as they darted from one comrade to the other being torn to pieces. A low guttural growl as released as he stood now directly over the creature.

"You now know what solitude it... a true Lone wolf..."

His claws shrunk and merged into a single blade like creation. Vines erupted holding the beast down. Fear often brought the truth to the forefront of most individuals heart. And if this wolf was truly attached to another their conjoined emotions would reveal that truth. A quick as painless of a jab as possible happened quickly. The blood of the wolf was dropped in small beads unto Allen's tongue. The moment he ingested it his naten felt began tapping into its sway as he began to explore the pathway. Visions of a horned specter flashed by, clawed and deformed but attached...feelings of sadness, loss. A disdain for the living. Its domain a cave? A borough more it seemed. The visions soon subsided and the beast whimpered. Allen stood there, slowly being released from his trance. He glared at the creature.

"Go, of my mercy let you master know, speak also of the coming...my coming... and that there will be no such mercy for them..."

The five-headed plant beast stood brazen and tall, chunks of flesh and fur stuck tp its maw that drooled menacingly almost smiling at the cowardly creature. The small flesh wound wouldn't take long to heal the most the messenger had to deal with was the pain of seeing its pack massacred in front of it knowing it was powerless to stop them. It eased its was, sulking backward its head down but its eyes never left Allens until it finally faded into the black of the swamp. Allen would stroke one of the heads before they began to return from the ground they came from. Allen would now make his way t the solid path of land he spotted earlier, tis time untested by the creatures of the swamp...
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Walking into the swamp from out of the desert, a man was seen vaguely in a fog, approaching Allen. The man did not seem very large or bulky, but the naten he exuded was powerful enough to cause the naten in the area to veil his presence naturally in a miasma of the noxious fumes of the swampland. His energy created a fog so thick, no creature dared to enter it -- nor could they, with such high concentrations of the poisonous air congregated around a single being. It was like an automatic protection; an odorous veil that told everything to stay away, bearing testament to its power just as the man walked. Still, in the midst of the mist, there was clarity -- not a single bit of his air within the surrounding fog was tainted; it was all clear and pure, as if he were not even in the swamp at all. The only visible light that pierced through the intense miasma was the light of his gleaming eyes -- a crystalline light that cut through the darkness and saw the path of clarity.
Having just sent a warning tho the puppet master of the wolves that had attacked him, Allen really wasn't in the mood for visitors, let alone one as ominous as this one. The amount of naten concentrated in this fog was more than he had felt in quite sometime. Not since he first encountered "The Wood" who was one primordial manifestation of nature, that is to say, naten itself. He covered his nose, it was a very keen piece of his senses and this naten wreaked of both a strange notion of similarity and pure funk. He really hated this fucking swamp and whatever was whipping up the natural scent and juices of this places was making his experience here 50 times worse.

Yet another beast sent here to vex me?

He thought as the foreboding storm neared closer to him. The hissing carnivorous creation behind him began to slither its tendrils before its creator. Instinctively it sought to protect Allen from whatever was approaching them as if it was either an extension of Allen own protective instincts, or simply its own will to do so. His eyes, the lime green mirrors that allowed him to bare witness to the very essence of life, naten, stayed fixated on the clouds of miasma. Such potency. Whoever was wielding it had lived this life a thousand times over. He...He could not help but in some ways be drawn to it himself. But he had to maintain his composure. If he allowed hiss curiosity to grow to much his innate need to crush higher towers than he could kick in and he would not brashly encounter this being. There was more to this...he would know of it.
"Better Get On The Getup," he said, extending his hand and withdrawing a bit of the noxious naten toward him. It would creep up his arm and slither 'round his form, tightly fitting him in a pitch black garb with matching gloves and boots -- different from the ones he already had on, that is. His apparel looked similar to what he entered with, -- not that it had been seen -- but it was definitely different; a throwback to the days of yore. "Aaaand A Few Extra Touches..." With his other hand, he snatched a great deal of the miasma and threw it over his shoulder, it folding over his frame and into a cosmic-looking cape that trailed off into reality at the ends, giving it an ethereal look to it. It was a deeper black than the skintight attire worn, and it had a cowl on it -- a thick hood. Immediately, the man pulled the hood over his head and covered his face, and with a large remainder of the miasma... "And, The Finishing Touch...!" A sleek, white mask with large, slanted, black eyes and a smiling mouth. Donning it upon his face as he walked, he would make it seem as though he had appeared from out of the fog when in actuality he was WEARING most of the fog. "The Phantom Is Complete," the man said, calling himself 'The Phantom'.
The creature hissed the closer the being got to Allen. Allen would take note of this person amazing level of control. To bend and constrict the miasma around him into...clothing? Armor more like it. Such mastery, his hunch was right, this guy was dangerous. But he felt no semblance of blood lust or aggression, a friend? Tuh...he knew not the meaning of such words. His naten had already saturated the earth around him, he was prepared to answer this call if one was to be made.
Exiting the remainder of the mist, which seemed to part where he walked, he approached Allen and gave him a lazy two-fingered salute. "Yo," The Phantom said, suddenly speaking with a gruff, but silly voice, "You Don't Know Who I Am, But I Know Who You Are..."
Now he was on guard... This man knew Allen? Lies. Right? No one knew him , he didn't even know himself. Who...who the fuck was this guy? The heads of the creature behind him were now making their way in front of him as if preparing to strike with vehement force. They rattled with anticipation of sinking their fangs into this fool. Why was he here, had he followed Allen? If so how come he didn't pick up on his essence beforehand?

State your name Hume, in a familiar tone with me you speak, yet I haven't a clue who, nor what you even are....
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In the swampland, The Phantom snickered childishly and raised his gloved hands up to the rather intense individual seeming to both threaten and be threatened simultaneously. "Slow Down, Partner!" The Phantom said with a smirk on his masked face, "You're A Little Too Tense. You Should Really Learn To Chill." The Phantom spoke casually, but there was a seriousness to his tone that exuded a certain type of power that both yelling and projecting the voice did not. As The Phantom walked, his body seemed to flicker every couple of steps, and even dissipate into miasma every now and then, but completely condense back into a state of matter that was solid once again. This man seemed to harbor no fear of the situation nor of the monstrous force that was beyond Allen in the background, and instead continued to near the two of them at the same pace that he'd been the entire time.
Allen's defenses would remain up. This being at first glance gave a humane sense of sociability but at continued understanding and observation he could tell it was furthest from it. His eyes shifted returning to their original state. The Naten Seer, blessed eyes that allowed him to see the make up of all things. What he seen made him fold his arms. A power, a life-force blistering the likes he has never witnessed. Was this being some form of deity? If so, what the fuck did he want with Allen and how the hell did he know him for that matter. Was he connected to him in someway? Was he the master of those wolves? No, that energy did not belong to him. Those wolves carried malice and blood lust towards him. This...entity did not.
Finally, he came to a halt when he was as near as he could be, chuckling lightly. He said calmly, "You Don't Know What I Am, But You Call Me A Hume? Heh, I'm A Little More Complex Than A Simple Human, You Know..." The Phantom took a step on thin air, stepping up into the air and suddenly dissipating into a light cloud of mist barely maintaining his humanoid form. The mist converged beside Allen, once again condensing into the form of the man that was both present and gone at the same time, leaning on the tree. "I'm A Phantom," he said blatantly to Allen, "THE Phantom, Actually." Before big Brutus behind them could rear up and attack him, The Phantom slipped into the tree as if it were water, a rippling wave undulating throughout the trunk of the tree from where he slid into it and outward from there.
The Phantom? The moment he appeared behind Allen the creature would strike narrowly missing it mark and sending its tendrils through the tree The Phantom slipped through Allen never moved, he didn't even flinch nor react physically at all. This was his constant state of being, composed, analytic. He was trying to piece together this situation,but much like the fog that manifested with this being his memory was thickly clouding his ability to remember. He glared at the Phantom who now was rested upon another tree across from Allen. Shabuto? That name he had no clue. Another world, dimensions. Who the fuck really was this guy? Moving forward it seems that another entity from another lifetime also bore his name. Perhaps it was another version of Allen in an entirely different plane. The thought of it caused his brow to tighten. A bond...could it really have survived this long?

With All this being said...

He said as the creature began to clothe him in its being.

What is it you seek from me now? The being you new once of, it exist no longer, coincidences of the spirit. Replications of the past, they ripple and reoccur. I do not know you creature...

Though there was much about himself he still did not know...

If what you say is true...what is your TRUE name. This form...its a mask. Before me, in your truth you must stand, or this conversation is at an end.

This being knew his name, he saw him in his purest form. He would have the same respect. Or the specter would find him self convincing the tree of his company.
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For some reason the being fizzled into a plume of mist that with the coming of a forceful gale dissipated into the murky atmosphere. The ancient one looked about his surroundings confounded at this encounter. That being, it seemed to know Allen. Or rather some version of him that once existed elsewhere? Just who was …was this the only time he existed in this world? So many things began to play in his mind, possibilities that almost gave him a spike in anxiety.

Enough...an illusion, a ghost. Whatever it may have been, upon my prey I must become.

He said as he began to again head on his path. The gurgling brooks around him gave way to a small hill. He braced himself as he began walking up the hill. Over its steep horizons Allen caught wind of what seemed to be a village. In the groove of trees laid constructs of wood that was cleaner than marble. It seemed to be a quaint place. Not massive at all as if hidden here on purpose? He shrunk his aura. After being found by not just wolves but phantoms as well he had to be cautious of this place. No sooner than he thought of this he heard what sounded like the pulling of wind.

You do not move baka. If you chose this, you choose death.

This way of speaking...it was curious. He would comply. not allowing himself to succumb to hubris.

To me you must tell why here you've come. Do you seek the end?

Allen's breathing was calm as was his expression. He was never at the mercy of another. Though for the sake of peaceful inquiry he needed to comply in submission.

"This transgression I hope is one you can forgive".

He kept his breathe calm. He didn't want to cause any alarm.

"I have stumbled across this place. I was attacked by wolves and sought sanctuary nearby."


The cloaked figures eyes would widened as if they were overcome with a jolt of shock. They tightened their pull of the bow before inhaling a sharp grip of air.

Yo-you live to weave a tale of survival after meeting it's servants?

It? Allen would think. The horned master who was revealed to Allen during his exploration of the blood of one of the wolves. This being... what was happening in the girths of these swamps.

I have...and I aim to cull their master as well. Permitting that you'll let me live

He said releasing nothing more than a drip of his blood lust into the atmosphere. Now that the archer had an inkling or what he could do they could be intimated. Relaxed. This drop rippled through the expanse causing the archer to experience a shiver of uneasiness. Fear? They released the bow. Laid it to their side.

The Elder One, She would hear of this. With me you are to come. You must contain your spirit,it...is menacing."

He would rise. Dwarfing the girl in size. She was no more than 5'5. Her eyes, they carried a deep blue gaze. He smirked. Where...why did this tongue echo so familiar to him. Yes, of course. He spoke the very same way. For now he would mind his manners and keep his lust for knowledge under wraps. This swamp was thick with the smell of death and with that it's wind cradled the smell of blood. It was all...so exciting.

"Of this, you can be certain. My word is my creed."

The being would remove their hood revealing her face. A woman? She smirked after hoping down from the branch she was perched upon. The visage of her behind Allen dispersed into dust. An illusion? Who, or what had he just encountered. She motioned for him to follow her, he would do this. Just who was this Elder one? What ties did this village have to the Horned Master?
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Moments passed and the duo made it to the gate that stood as the barrier between their peace and the chaos of the world around them. It was guarded, naturally, by two male elf like beings. They bore spears, each shining in the spare rays of moonlight casted from the sky. They prevented further advanced. His yes met them both, from left to right he scanned them. They were strong, the Naten coursing through their veins fierce yet contained. These beings. They possed something. He would remain calm so that he might know of it. His presence had disturbed something here, something that seems to be plaguing this land. It had integrated itself into the very nature around twisting and contorting the life here. Inside him now rested the blood of one of it's servants. He wanted to pay it's generosity in kind. That was his only motive for being here, for allowing this woman to guide him.

"..."

He said nothing as the neared the gate. With a swift seemingly soft movement the spears crossed. The elves faces did not change. Nor did their calmness. The female creature he was with placed a had before his abdomen, making sure not to touch him.

Halt, they guard us, the land. You are not of kin, they respond cuz of instinct.

He did not question their customs. They were wise o be weary. He was one to be watched. Gluttonous creature whos insatiable appetite for knowledge and blood. Today was to be no difference. He knew they to be of brave stock as they could tell that it was him that release that pulse earlier. Despite them being met with not a drop hostility; their perception was keen. The woman stepped forward, he stopped his movement. She placed her hand over here heart in an odd way. Her eyes began to shine with a curious light. A lime green hue, his eyes mirrored inquisition and surprise. They were similar if not the same to his. Did this symbolize something?

Your blades that defend us. I ask you stay your hand. I daughter of Kul'vara have brought with me the target of the Elder's curiosity

The looked to each other. They knew who she was but were a bit hesitant to move. This being was obviously to ambiguous in nature to bring here, the heart of their home.

He is the one the beast seeks...

Their spear quickly withdrew. They stepped to the side and made way for the passage to the Elders domain. Her cape would flutter as she began to walk ahead. Allen continued after her. His eyes meeting those of one of the guards once more. A small frown crept upon the guards face. And a small smile upon his. His strut continued unabated. He could not deny, the sheer beauty of this place. The trees were unimaginably tall and housed what seem to be hundreds, if not thousand of their kind. Which kind however he was uncertain. He had never encountered being with ear like theirs. He wondered what their souls were like? the naten that coursed through them. He could not do this though, not yet at least. Something told him to bide his time. He was the target of interest here. He would abuse that fact.

"This place...."

Her eyes did not waver. She persisted on. She was greeted by many and avoided by some. Their heads hung low, out of respect? Maybe even fear. This "Elder One", was she really so revered? What of her child? This was getting interesting.

It is known as Grannis, several thousand moons have we been here. hundreds of them under the thorn of the oppressor
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Grannis was a beautiful sight. The name itself rolled through his mind. It was pleasing to his consciousness. When he thought about it a bit more. The entire atmosphere of this place was calm, serene. It was known and even felt the tension his presence brought here by some but holistically he did not disturb much. He couldn't tell they had an oppressor. Life here seemed different than the neighboring flora of the swamp. It was sweet-smelling. Just out of curiosity he wanted to observe the natural flow of naten in this place. His eyes gleam albeit very slightly. They now mirrored lime green orbs that gave him insight into the flow of all things they set their gazes upon. What he saw next however caused him to pause. He stopped right in his tracks. Unconcerned by the worry this might instill in his escort.

"T-this..."

The flow of life here manifested in a series of cobalt blue and deeply riches purples. Flows like these normally constituted dark, malefic intent and vibes. Negative influence reverberated this type of energy. However, the ambiance of this place did not mirror this. The feelings were seamless with contentment. He decided not to change his sight. He would hold this to continue to observe this anomaly.

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He now, urgently, wanted to speak with this Elder One. As he continued to observe he could see a flicker of light green and gold which constituted positivity and life. Calm, docile natures. There was a paradox, one was suppressing the other. They were fighting for dominance. Whoever was doing this, they were powerful indeed to mask such a vicious fight for dominance. His escort turned to him. She noticed the subtly flare of his eyes. She almost grabbed her dagger hidden beneath her sleeve. She though did not feel malicious intent from them. What had caused his halt she wondered, she'd inquire

Why do you stall our advance? Something troubles you?

He looked towards her. Her own force reflected the energy flows of this place. Her life force resisted the influence a bit more than the others. This would explain why her demeanor was far more cautious than those around her. She knew more...she must've, she was the daughter of the person who was fighting this war of wills. He would shake his head subtly.

"Nature here, it thrives, unabated by the curse of the swamp, for there is indeed one"

He said he hand motioned for her to continue. He had to let it be known though. He could see through the facade. That also, he knew what was going on. Her eyes narrowed a bit. This creature before her was far more perceptive than he seemed. The way he savagely eviscerated his enemies; the wolves, it spoke otherwise.

What you speak, it would hold true. The realm outside of Grannis is the domain of the Oppressor. The mother will further this speech. Come, around the way she rests atop the Grand Maple

She turned from him, her cloak trailing with the momentum and grace of the move. Her hood would fall however revealing a honey brown man, with a single fishtail-style braid that bore trails of scarlet. What was curious though, is that the trails seemed to be more vivid as if... they had some sort of energetic hue. The same as...

It...it could not possibly...

he would think as he continued on after her. The tour commencing once more. This was becoming increasingly more of a curious experience...what the fuck was going on here?
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Several moments had passed and he was able to ascertain quite a bit about the naten here. The complicated swarm of emotions it was emitting was like some form of lovers quarrel or a parent scolding a child. One was certainly more reactive then the other. That eleven woman continues guiding him through the space. The culture here was not incredibly diverse but the way they seemed to value the concept of knowledge was comforting to Allen.

I’m the time he had been conscious on Vescrutia he had experienced many things. Times and trial that forced his mind to evolve but also forced his spirit to grow as well. He had come to know loneliness that power could bring. However he had also seen the unity it could inspire as well. He was still on the fence about the meaning he would find behind his own power, though that would not halt his pursuit of mastering it.

Though he had come to the Vaeroth Bogs on a whim , he was starting to find increments of purpose behind his being here. As if bread crumbs were being left. Had he been guided here? The wolves...that hate they stared at him with... who could...having gotten caught in a void of question he laced his hand curiously under his chin looking down at the grounded puzzled.

The Woods voice. For what purpose would I have heard it here in the Bogs? They do not govern this domain. Perhaps it was another being...that...the origins of that phantom?

”We’ve come, just up this trail, to the space of the Elder One it leads...

She had stopped suddenly turning to face him sharply, the grace and precision of her movement polarized his attention back to reality. He had a knack for drifting around in his thoughts. Always pondering, picturing potential possibilities.

His gaze would meet hers once more, briefly, before he look to the wondrous view behind her. Seeming to stretch far beyond any other tree here would be a massive Maple tree that he could only describe as beautiful. It was ordained in hundreds if not thousands of draping's gorgeously woven into its branches. There were a legion of woodland creatures who made their home in the of the crevice's and bark of the tree. Over 50 something elves were scattered about the tree tending to it trimming ,watering and feeding the towering monument. Allen eyes couldn't help but water at it's visage, yes because of it's natural beauty but his sight saw beyond it's physical, Allen could see the awesome life force that flowed from this tree to the very elves attached to it, it the roots that seemed to spread life infinitely through this place and the swamp itself. This was the source... there was something else about this tree....something familiar.

"It's name...Please...might I know of it..."

His escort looked at him quite confused. She knew very well the impact the tree had on most folks when seeing it for the first time. But not many are Intune enough with nature to name it, there was far more about him than the tough surface revealed. She turned from his tearful face, her eyes shimmered in admiration and aspiration before she next spoke.

It is called...."E'vanoris"


He grabbed her arm, he didn't even think twice about it. Her eyes widened in disbelief and shock. He had been so calm up until now, why would the name trigger him? She pondered this holding up her free arm to halt the guard who already had spear and arrows fixated on his position. He didn't even pay them mind, his eyes locked with hers. Her face fell back relaxed as she took a deep breathe. She placed her hand on his...warmly she looked into his eyes.

It is called...."E'vanoris" meaning Gateway to Eternity. Our Elder, My Mother, learned it's name through our ancestors, the Elders before her.


He noticed where his hand was and immediately let go of her. A small sense of shame appeared causing his gaze to drift downward. That word...it was the key to unlocking his den, the place he first met the wood. What was the connection here? So many question, who were these people?

"Apologies of what came over me I am...uncertain."

His gaze met hers once more, or eyes mirroring his face. She nodded to him before turning her body to face E'vanoris. They needed to reach her mother...there was now a sense of urgency she could not shake.

"Come, The Elder One waits"
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