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I hope this becomes a tale that the villagers who come to view the bloody mess will immortalize in lore. Preferably calling it "the blood march" or something similar.
Seven Leagues (@SpellPiper2213 @me) - Red/Green
Allies: Apothecaria Salvia, Valenos Forest
Cult of the True Gods (@KorandAngels) - Red/White/Black
Enemies: Witch Hunters,
Kingdom of Antaias (@Nomp) - White/Green/Black
Allies: Valenos Forest
Enemies: Witch Hunters
Alum’s Witch Hunters (@Tonysparks) - Red/White/Black
Enemies: True Cult, Apothecaria Salvia, Antaias
Apothecaria Salvia (@cadstar369) - Green/White/Blue
Allies: Seven Leagues, Valenos Forest
Valenos Forest (@Aggroman15) - Green
Allies: Seven leagues, Apothecaria Salvia, Antaias
My story will come in the next few days.
"Do I want to know what that is?" Ruut asked, gazing upon the expanding chaos.
"Probably not," Macoto said, sagging slightly from the harrowing journey. "I'll have to do something about it…"
"We will do something about it," Ruut said firmly, setting a hand on Macoto's shoulder as he mentally checked through the concoctions he had remaining. Certainly nothing that could do much about the impending calamity. "It has been too long since our last duet, and what a grand stage upon which to perform!"
Macoto chuckled. "It must be pretty dire if you're waxing poetic. Let's sing a splendid serenade for the children."
Soft words in an old tongue flowed from Macoto in a warm alto melody as she spread her arms wide as if to embrace the crumbling earth. Verdant energy gathered around her and spread outward, stalling the rampant disintegration.
Ruut reached toward the heavens, an icy tenor counterpoint spilling into the wind. A watery array took shape before him, its energies seeking to still the savage storm.
Of course, it wouldn't be much of a planar calamity if a mere serenade were enough to soothe it. While Macoto and Ruut managed to stall and begin slowly reversing the collapse, the howling winds continued to wildly hurl debris. After the long journey, it took all their effort to concentrate on the duet, leaving them no leeway to evade a large obsidian boulder tumbling their way.
Moments before impact, a potion bottle crashed into the earthen projectile, a fiery explosion reducing it to harmless rubble. "Break time's over kids!" A rough voice shouted over the storm. "Get yer butts in gear and support the guildmasters!"
Is that the third Protea sage? Ruut wondered briefly. Raim did like to tell stories of his time in the Anemone Circle; it would not be unusual for leadership to come naturally in moments of crisis. The array before Ruut faltered slightly, pulling his attention back to the song.
Leaving their safety in the hands of the guild, Macoto and Ruut lost track of time as their serenade unfolded. Approximately an hour later, the anomaly had calmed to a point where it spontaneously imploded, dispersing into nothingness as the plane began to weave itself back together with the duo's encouragement.
Macoto and Ruut collapsed against each other for support as they slowly slid to the ground, utterly exhausted from concentrating on the lengthy entreaty.
"Is it done?" Raim asked, striding briskly toward the pair.
"Not quite," Macoto said hoarsely. "It will take time to make sure the plane is healing properly."
"Remain vigilant; I suspect it will take multiple days for the plane to stabilize. Triple check our defenses; neither we nor this plane can risk a relapse of this magnitude," Ruut added.
"Leave the rest to us; clearly you two won't be able to move anytime soon." At Ruut's weak nod, Raim turned on his heel and walked away to reorganize the guild for the night.
Ruut tried to pull himself up using his staff the next dawn, but his strength failed him immediately. I suppose this is understandable for being out of practice. I will likely be disabled for approximately another twelve hours before my strength starts to return to meaningful levels.
"Where are you going?" Macoto asked, chuckling weakly.
"Nowhere soon, apparently. Will the Chrysanthemum be fine without you?"
"You should understand how well the guild can function without us. After all, we're only alive now because of their hard work."
"Then you have found successors for your rituals?"
"Enough for them to work without us for a day. I will have to lead some of the finishing touches though." Macoto coughed.
"Go back to sleep. I know how much harder this is on you; I will handle the guild."
"Don't push yourself too much for our sake, alright?"
"I promise I will not."
"Good." Macoto leaned against Ruut's back, quickly drifting off again. Ruut took the opportunity to meditate, attuning himself to the water in the air to expand his perception and quicken his recovery.
That afternoon, a messenger came to inform Ruut of a returning caravan from the Valenos forest.
"Good," Ruut said. "Continue doing business with the Seven Leagues and Valenos. If they seek information on us, you may speak freely about our regular services, as well as other factions' apparent views on us." The messenger ran off, leaving the guildmasters to their rest.