[center][color=gold][h2][b]Illumination[/b][/h2][/color]

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[i]Narawen the Prophet[/i][/center]

On top of Mount Kedu in the ruins of an ancient forgotten temple, Narawen the Prophet had many years ago made her camp, her 'Cestir' in elvish. Since then the camp had grown into a massive monastery, a refuge for the few elves that during the Storm had found solace in religion and in the rediscovery of the elven gods and how they were all aspects of the All-God, supreme creator of everything.

Converts trickled in from time to time, but they usually were never a great many of them. Recently however, this trickle had become a steady stream mostly coming from Varionmar and areas around the Mycend wood. One of these convert was Elowen the Vain, one of the most superficial elf Narawen ever had the displeasure of meeting. Yet... his new faith seemed genuine.

"I have found it very hard to change the minds of our kinsmen, I am simply curious what it is that caused your change of heart."

The elf smiled before looking away at the mountains that surrounded them. "I... had an experience. A vision. I don't know how to describe it."

If this intrigued Narawen, she didn't show it in any way, remaining neutral and intensely focused on Elowen who then continued.

"Varion -or maybe rather Loriel- negotiated a tribute arrangement with the Mycends of the wood. The main object was core wood, beautiful black ebony streaked with golden amber... but there was another thing. A powder... spores of some kind? Loriel instructed us to use it to 'reward' the more difficult thralls, to drug them into a more peaceful state. I... decided to indulge. When I breathed in the spores I saw..."

He blinked, his lips quivering as he tried to find the words, raising his hands to mimic something, a 'whole' of sort.

"I saw everything! How we're all interconnected in this... vast cosmic web! I could- I could feel the others, their love, their anguish! I initially thought it was just a bad trip or something, but I couldn't get this out of my mind!"

He looked back into Narawen's eyes. "A-and I remembered what you were saying back then, during the storm, and all of a sudden it all made sense! Like I had mist pulled from my eyes for the first time!"

Elowen declared, speaking with the conviction and certitude of a true believer. Narawen continued to look at him and got closer, taking his hand into her own.

"...This powder. Could you get more of it to us?"

[b]tl;dr: Elves experiment with Mycend spores and it seems to cause them to have profound religious visions.[/b]