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[h2]Gibbou[/h2]

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[h2][color=darkgreen]The Tree of Genesis[/color][/h2]
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Gibbou had to admit that she was enjoying this little quest of seeking out her colleagues and asking them to join in her little project. It was nice - nice to meet new faces, get to know them a bit better, and then gauge their cooperative nature from the get-go. She grew giddy from the thought that so many of her friends had shown their interest for [i]Hir[/i] and the powers it could provide. Oh, she couldn’t wait to show it off to Adrian and the rest once she could make her way back to…

Huh. What was that land actually called? She hadn’t heard anyone actually refer to the land itself as anything special. Not even the elves had given it a specific same, as far as she knew. 

She sighed and put on a smug smirk - my, she had to do a lot of things today, huh? She spun around and pointed at the distant specks of land that constituted the eastmost island of those desert-covered, yet also oddly forested, lands. [colour=lightblue]“Hark at me, great clump of, uh, dirt!”[/colour] she yelled proudly as though imitating Klaar. [colour=lightblue]“Your name, as well as the names of all your island friends - no, comrades! - shall be Mydia!”[/colour] She paused to taste the word. [colour=lightblue]“Yes! Mydia - the land of deserts, forests and buffalo! Oh, and elves, of course!”[/colour]

With that out of the way, she flew ever closer to the tree, which by now was clogging up her entire horizon with its mammoth trunk. There was no real way of describing just how large this tree was. It far exceeded the very meaning of the word “large”, yet no other word existed that could adequately capture the very size of this tree. It had to be a god, or at the very least something tightly connected to whomever was responsible for the plants. Gibbou flew over to a rather empty spot on the trunk facing the great sea and spoke, [colour=lightblue]“Hello? Mister tree? I’m Gibbou, goddess of the moon! I was wondering if you had a minute to chat?”[/colour]

There was some creaking and grunting from behind the bark of the Tree, followed by panting. Then, from an opening in the trunk just a few meters above Gibbou, [url=https://i.imgur.com/FrTnhGC.jpg]a wooden face[/url] with a crown of wooden horns and two black eyes peeked out.

[color=khaki]”Gibbou, Mistress of the Moon. I am the First Voice, The Great Tree graced me with some knowledge about you. You’re the second born, aren’t you? What does someone of such a high stature want to talk about?”[/color] The Voice Looked down at the barely visible ground, and then at Gibbou and nodded. [color=khaki]”Would you like to come inside the Tree? Or perhaps you enjoy the-”[/color] A strong wind crashed against the trunk of the tree and nearly blew the Voice back inside. [color=khaki]”... the breeze?”[/color] It finished with a huff and disheveled leaves.

Gibbou floated a few feet with the wind and soared back to where she had been previously. [colour=lightblue]“Hi! Good point - where’s the entrance?”[/colour]

The Voice patted the rim of the opening from which he was peeking out. [color=khaki]”It’s not grandiose like most of the entrances on the lower levels, but I believe this should be an acceptable way inside, if a bit tight.”[/color]

Gibbou nodded. [colour=lightblue]“Alright, I’ll give it a shot!”[/colour] With a bubbly hum, she flew over to the chink in the wood bark and squeezed inside, muttering angrily about ‘those damn berries’ on the way. As soon as she was inside, she noticed that the current level the Voice was in, the level she had entered, was rather dark. Almost no openings led to the outside and therefore only a little bit of sunlight reached inside. Instead, the whole area was lit up by all manner of bioluminescent flora. Both immobile and mobile, these plants all seemed to form a whole ecosystem. There were even mushrooms with strange shapes and scents, and fragrantic flowers and herbs strewn about. 

When Gibbou set her feet on the mossy ground, vines grew against her skin and stopped at the calves, then their little buds bloomed into bright orange flowers and blew out clouds of pollen. The goddess squeezed silent a giggle as the undergrowth tickled her feet.

The Voice looked at the Goddess, having stepped back, and nodded once more. [color=khaki]”So, what is it you seek here, Mistress Gibbou?”[/color]

Gibbou took a second to completely swallow her laughter. [colour=lightblue]“R-right!”[/colour] She nipped the horn from her hip and held it up to the voice. [colour=lightblue]“I’ll try to be brief. First of all, beautiful place you have here. I love the mushrooms, especially. This here is [i]Hir[/i], an artifact me and my sister created in order to let mortals perform miracles in our names, provided they can be nice and pious otherwise. To you, if you would like to join in on this project, it would mean that the users of this magic would keep your groves clean and healthy in hopes that you will one day return the favour when they need it the most! Sounds like a good deal, right?”[/colour]

The Voice place a hand over his mouth in thought, and looked up at the ceiling covered in bright vines simulating a wild worldsong. After a moment, he let his hand fall back to his side and nodded. [color=khaki]”The Tree of Genesis seems to like the image of the peoples of the world taking care of their green little groves...”[/color] He agreed and as he did so, a small flexible tendril of wood broke away from the floor and coiled itself around the Voice’s wrist, then pulled. The Voice hummed and sat down cross legged on the floor as a similar tendril coiled itself around Gibbou’s wrist. [color=khaki]”So… What exactly do you want the Great Tree to do for you?”[/color]

[colour=lightblue]“Just a few words of blessing and well-wishes, as well as Mister Tree’s consent to let users of [i]Hir[/i] perform great miracles in their name - nothing much, but Mister Klaar filled it with seawater.”[/colour] She paused and frowned at the horn. [colour=lightblue]“I’m not sure how he did it, but, well, you can try whatever feels natural to you. The goal’s just that the users’ll be, uh, infused with your power - is that the right word? Yeah, infused!”[/colour] She glanced down at the tendril around her wrist and politely tried to pull her wrist to herself, which snapped the tendril innocent little tendril in half.

The Voice closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath. After a moment of silence, a bigger root came up to grab [i]Hir[/i], running itself all over the item, feeling every irregularity and every possibility hidden inside it. It was then that the root gingerly placed [i]Hir[/i] on the uneven ground, a little bit of seawater leaking from the horn… And several different kinds of miniature vines with blooming flowers growing from them wrapped around the artifact, followed by a short flash of light and a dimming in all the bioluminescent flora present on the level. 

Of course, the sudden darkness was short-lived, as the natural lights came back in force as soon as another breeze hit the Tree.

The Voice then opened his eyes and looked at [i]Hir[/i], a smile finding its way to his face. [color=khaki]”It seems, as long as those vines are alive, the vessel shall do the Wonders of Genesis.”[/color] It seemed like all was done. And yet, this bigger root that had taken [i]Hir[/i] and aided in its blessing, eagerly slithered its way over to Gibbou and softly coiled itself around her wrist and palm. [color=khaki]”I have to say I’m relieved you’re this pleasant, Mistress Gibbou… I, uh, haven’t had the greatest meeting with Gods. I’m sure the Great Tree feels the same way.”[/color]

Gibbou gratefully accepted the horn and hunt it from the rim of her pantaloons. [colour=lightblue]“Oh? What other gods have you met that have been so mean? Also, which vines’re you referring to? These?”[/colour] She pointed at the vines now growing on the horn.

The Voice nodded once more, [color=khaki]”Yes, those vines. They may burn or wither due to disease, but you may visit these grounds and have the Great Tree replace them. The blessing is only active when there’s those small vines on [i]Hir[/i], you see. As for the other Gods, I believe it is better to keep those details secret. Incredible, how the world was on the verge of being destroyed and no one paid a second glance to it...”[/color]

Gibbou swallowed. [colour=lightblue]“That’s, uh, it’s good that it didn’t happen, at least! Look, if you eeeeever need someone to talk to when it comes to gods being mean or rude or impolite or all of the above, just wave at the moon, alright? I’ll come down to say hello.”[/colour] She squatted down and patted a small mushroom affectionately, which seemed to glow more intensely in response. [colour=lightblue]“Thanks for the blessing, by the way!”[/colour]

[color=khaki]”I will keep that in mind. But I fear if I get in such a position I may not last long enough to wave at the Moon. I’m powerless against Gods, after all.”[/color] The Voice said with a chuckle. [color=khaki]”And now I will make my way down to the ground level.”[/color] The Voice grunted as it stood up and then began walking off into the darker part of the level, were a large spiral ramp was located. [color=khaki]”If you need anything else be sure to visit, Mistress Gibbou. I’m sure the Tree of Genesis will be happy to accomodate you.”[/color]

[colour=lightblue]“Oh, I see… You’re mortal.”[/colour] She huffed somberly. [colour=lightblue]“I hope the Tree can change that for you,”[/colour] she said with a smile and headed back through the crack in the bark and onwards.

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Gib visits tree. Voice lets her inside. Tree blesses artifact with powerz. Gib leaves. 

Oh yeah, and she names Toastland Mydia from now on.
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[hider=Might Summary]
Tree of Genesis
5 MP - 3 DP
1 MP - Add title: [b]Wonder of Genesis I[/b]: Grants users of [i]Hir[/i] the power to manipulate plants and plant life in accordance with the requirements of druidism.
4 MP - 3 DP Remaining
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