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TAOWolf · 05-16-2004, 08:56 PM

The winds slowly die down, becoming a more suitable breeze around the area, and she slowly stops spinning as she lowers her hands. Her eyes are wild-looking, and her hair still moves as a cloak behind her although the wind does not touch her anymore.

An almost audible sigh is heard from the forest, and the mighty oaks that have trapped the Render quite sufficiently tighten their grip just enough to make sure the Render, who is becoming more frenzied per second, does not escape.

She sighs and looks at Arcades as she whispers upon the wind, ”I have no choice but to send this poor creature out of harm’s way. I cannot in good faith destroy it, as it has come to me that the poor thing has been made this way. I can sense the wizardy upon him.”

She reaches into a pouch and pulls out a flat round stone the size of her hand. The stone is marked with the signs for Earth and Air, with two runes carved onto the back in quicksilver. She places the runes on her palms over both sides of the stone, sets in her mind the exact location within the ice caverns in Dragonmount she wants, and whispers one word…

“Air falbh!”
She throws the disc at the Render. The disc stops in mid-air directly in front of it, and begins to spin rapidly. White flames begin to whirl around the disc, and a brilliant flash of blue lightning hits the disc.

A very brief flash of ice covered rocks, the smell of snow, and the Render disappears.

Raising a hand to her forehead, she winces slightly then looks up smiling at the Oaks.

”I release you from your awakening. Go back to your dreams of fair weather and good sun my old friends. Thank you for your help. We will all be repaid in the end….”

The massive roots slowly stretch, then begin the process of burying theirselves back into the moist dark earth. One small tendril moves quickly over the ground, and wraps briefly around her boot, squeezing lightly, then also disappears back into the ground.

She slowly sinks to the ground, and sits, shaking her head back and forth as she pulls some herbs from one of her many pouches and looks up at Arcades..

”Would you please start me a small fire? And retrieve my wolves from under my cloak? I need to restore myself….”

05-16-2004, 08:56 PM	#96
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	The winds slowly die down, becoming a more suitable breeze around the area, and she slowly stops spinning as she lowers her hands. Her eyes are wild-looking, and her hair still moves as a cloak behind her although the wind does not touch her anymore. An almost audible sigh is heard from the forest, and the mighty oaks that have trapped the Render quite sufficiently tighten their grip just enough to make sure the Render, who is becoming more frenzied per second, does not escape. She sighs and looks at Arcades as she whispers upon the wind, ”I have no choice but to send this poor creature out of harm’s way. I cannot in good faith destroy it, as it has come to me that the poor thing has been made this way. I can sense the wizardy upon him.” She reaches into a pouch and pulls out a flat round stone the size of her hand. The stone is marked with the signs for Earth and Air, with two runes carved onto the back in quicksilver. She places the runes on her palms over both sides of the stone, sets in her mind the exact location within the ice caverns in Dragonmount she wants, and whispers one word… “Air falbh!” She throws the disc at the Render. The disc stops in mid-air directly in front of it, and begins to spin rapidly. White flames begin to whirl around the disc, and a brilliant flash of blue lightning hits the disc. A very brief flash of ice covered rocks, the smell of snow, and the Render disappears. Raising a hand to her forehead, she winces slightly then looks up smiling at the Oaks. ”I release you from your awakening. Go back to your dreams of fair weather and good sun my old friends. Thank you for your help. We will all be repaid in the end….” The massive roots slowly stretch, then begin the process of burying theirselves back into the moist dark earth. One small tendril moves quickly over the ground, and wraps briefly around her boot, squeezing lightly, then also disappears back into the ground. She slowly sinks to the ground, and sits, shaking her head back and forth as she pulls some herbs from one of her many pouches and looks up at Arcades.. ”Would you please start me a small fire? And retrieve my wolves from under my cloak? I need to restore myself….”