Once Obsidian had returned the armour with the elf they parted ways. After awhile of dirty looks and some moved carts Obsidian lookedaround for a second, he looked around in aggravation. He turned around and knocked over a small crumbling wall. Some people gasped and shouted. Obsidian fell to his knees as memories flashed through his mind, a first liquid like lava but hotter in someway. Obsidian screamed and stood up and did his best to calm himself down but to no avail. The scared rock giants vines grew and burrowed into the ground, as his magical sigils glowed green, his vines made arks in the ground and wrapped themselves around nearby trees and changed the leaves from green to orange. Tiny sprouts started to grow from the cracks in his armour. Soon he froze, finally ending the struggle against his memories. He was aware of what was happening, he was on his knees, his arms rooted into the ground and his head pointed to the sky, he could not talk,move only focas and meditate on his existence. In this meditation he radiated nature magic, almost pouring it out of his body, an aura of green, growing his own. And existing plants beautiful plants of different colors spotted the ground around him, more growing rapidly