To Mend Via Horn

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 [ Zagraath ]

Spirit of Maehrian Vitality

(Lesser of Akezo, Spirit of Healing, Health, and Vitality)

'Osyren aeth nyraz maehrvot'

"You may call upon my boon whenever you need it."

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Hidden within Cerulia, a bustling coastal city in the realm of Azuras, a group of dark elves sought to visit the realm of Zagraath.

The pair of maehrs awoke in a lush forest of shimmering trees--leaves of pinks and oranges glistened in golden light. The forest was calm, welcoming, and warm. The trio stood upon a dirt path that snaked tightly between the trees and shrubs of the woodlands. 

A sudden flash of a white blur burst past them, galloping along the trail.

“Well… What are you two waiting for? Chase it.”

The dark elves pursued the spirit through the grove; with grace, the stag leapt over a large stream, planting itself on the other side. His head was held tall, his horn resonating with the glow in the forest. 

Either leapt, though one quite less elegant than the other, approaching as the stag spoke:

"What is it you seek?" - “Why do you run through my forests so?”

The young female maehr dipped her head, water still dripping from her hair as she made her requests known: 

“I would like to pact with you, to serve your will.”

Zagraath drew in a deep breath; he lowered his mighty head, looking closely at the two young maehr before him:

“I demand a shrine made to honor me, forevermore. Offerings should be given in my name… Mend those who are in need, remind them of my might. Place a hand upon my horn and seal your pact, mortals.”

Ilmra closed her eyes, bowing her head as she placed her palm against the spirit’s horn.