Player: Oliver
Email: woden@djemity.chaosdeathfish.com
Caste: Druid
An ancient druid recently emerged from the depths of the Seraphol
Last words spoken by Isocos, a Revenant
I am the last here. My will has held, but it is faint. So cold. So cold. I am alone in this autumnal grove before the throne of gold. I see that the Arch-Druid beckons to give up my Skira before it is too late.
Freely, Woden. Freely, Seraphol. Freely, I give this Skira to you and for all.
“Animals are fine, but their acceptability is limited. A little child is even better, but not NEARLY as effective as the right kind of adult.”
“An adult who would come here of his own free will!”
“Their Skira strong and Vibrant!”
“Given to the Seraphol so that it might endure.”
“Death begets life. Death brings renewal.”
“Bare your chest for now your heart's blood belongs to the forest.”
“Blood for the soil! Blood for the Trees! Blood for Blood!”
-Words from the great annual ritual held in the heart of the Seraphol.
They say it has been Autumn for a thousand years in this grove. Blood runs deep in every inch of this soil. But so much life, still so much life holds here. I do not know, great Yew, if my sacrifice of blood and Skira will save us all or merely damn me, but I give it all.