Whispers of the Nightfall Guardian

[NightcastorKitty 1223]

Whispers of the Nightfall Guardian

[Only those with the Transcendence Feat and the three Grandfathers receive this call]

 

The evening fell like any other as those blessed with the Aspects gifts nestle into their beds or find their haven to slumber for the night. The Soul Trees hidden within the world usher quiet words that seem to beckon the husks back to their locations before they root themselves into a deep, meditative state. Within such deep dreams of a few, they would find their very spirits adrift. A beckoning call that each felt in their hearts when they made their first journey to the sacred realm of the Aspects. It was this calling that the Druid's spirit seemed to have found itself at the arrival of the nearest Fairy Ring before getting whisked away and pulled across the eternal bridge that connects both Realms. 

 

The Eternal Forest fell quiet upon the arrival of the Druid’s soul. The full moon illuminated the dark as a pathway weaves through the dark thicket, giving away to the bioluminescent mushrooms that light the way. Though the Druid would find themselves moving further within, each step felt light as a feather, unhindered and quick. The journey ends with the appearance of a figure in sight. To some, this new creature was unknown yet held such a vast presence of pure and utter tranquility it was as if they were in the presence of a Divine. To ones that met her in life, they would immediately sense to whom this was as the figure would keep her back towards them.

 

‘The Realm has shifted…’ Her voice would speak. The radiant beauty of the Nightfall Elder whispers such words that echo within the voices around the Druid. 

 

'My gift misused…yet not all lost. For those that listened to the Prince's call. For those that stood up when all was lost. For those that gave up all they held dear to fight for the Wilds. The pleas…the cries…the shouting and quiet prayers….’

 

The figure would gracefully turn toward the Druid now, revealing pristine facial features that shimmered with shades of green and blue. The glistening, transparent draconic horns upon her head caught the moonlight that allowed the long, flowing hair made of starlight to sparkle in the dark. 

 

‘They heard it all..and now an answer is given..’ 

 

With that, the mysterious Guardian would vanish from sight in a beautiful burst of emerald mists before reappearing in the blink of an eye in front of the Druid’s spirit. A hand now lifted upward, moving to place against the forehead. 

 

‘A gift most sacred. Most Divine. Now revealing the importance of duty and respect. A reflection cast within the mirror, revealing the true self. Yet do not linger long…for the Bell will toll shortly…’ 

 

With the last words spoken, the Druid’s spirit is struck suddenly with a massive surge of pure, natural energies. The Elder holds firm while the swelling of the Divine magic fills the Druid’s soul to the brim. A burst of light would then erupt, causing their vision to fade away…the dream ending wherein the Druid would awaken. Their heart raced as their soul felt as if someone enhanced their connection. Their location, however, seemed to have shifted. Now lying in the middle of a Fairy Ring….

 

[Over the next two weeks, those with the Transcendence Feat who also has the required time or got Grandfathered in will start to feel the mental and physical effects gradually change their characters over time.]