From Within the Sacred Grove

[Song Druid 1486]

Within the Sacred Grove of Salvus, all is deathly still. The absence of a Druid for so long drove the joy from the trees, and now all was simply silent. The leaves wilted upon the walls and trees, not dying, but sad, reflect the dull nature of this grove. The only sound that can be heard is the slow trickle of water from the natural spring, flowing around until coming to a stop at the pool.

"My children...what has become of you...?" Slowly a shadowy figure emerges from the leafy entrance, his hand against the dry bark of the trees, and a sadness crosses upon his face. Slowly he walks about the main floor, taking in the scene, unsure what to expect. An unexpected chill crawls up his spine as he recalls the seeding of this grove, how he'd toiled for weeks to cater to each leaf...only to have it ripped from him from some mad crone. Clenching his staff, he turns and strides forward, overlooking the pool in the grove. The glowstone embedded within it gives off a dim light, uninviting light, as if to emulate the overall setting within the grove.

The water is heard "splish-sploshing" as the figure wades within it, kneeling down and touching the polished gold beneath its surface, and raises his jaw to a dangling vine, lifting his hand to caress it, finally taking hold of it.

He speaks, his voice cooing with an edge of wily insanity, but with a fierce tone, "I have returned...you are not forsaken any longer."

A soft blue light emanates from his hands as he begins breathing life into the flora, his voice carrying out in song.

[Slic3man 484]

As Jester walks towards Solace, clear darkened blood littered on his clothing, he looks over in a dull mood. Upon seeing the Grove begin to bloom again he furrows his brows, thinking it was simply abandoned.

With a snarl and a rugged tone he breathes out the only words needed, "Someone is in for a surprise."

With that he continues walking, leaving a blood trail behind him due to the head in his right hand decapitated, dripping the red liquids against the ragged path. He holds it by the hair casually, as if it were a day to day activity.

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.