The Tree of Death {planning thread

[Itanecrio]

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In this topic our characters are faced with a new and terrifying aspect of Eywa.
The Spirit of Pandora is exacting a frightening and vengeful force.

It is hard to perceive what offence has been done to Eywa, or why her denizens are acting so violently.
Suffice to say -if you wish to get involved in the topic- every tribe is being drawn into the threat.
A new Tree has grown strong.
The Tree of Death.
It's tendrils reach far over ground, and amongst the other trees, and spread far under ground. Beasts with which it bonds are compelled to unbelievable feats of cunning and intelligence. The very trees seem to whisper and plan the demise of those who pass within the domain of the Death-tree.

But so too another tree has taken root. A slender tree. The Tree of Visions. It has managed to take root, to achieve such strength as needed, and given forth fruit. It's seeds were carried away in the draught of the wings of the mighty Toruk.
These seeds give visions.

As to what your personal vision might be, let it be up to you. But let your character perceive they are needed. They are called to the Prairie, to seek the pale giant Itanecrio.
Once gathered, they will try to address the Doom of the Tree of Death.

[Yanti]

Huh, I am impressed Itan.

It seems you have been mulling all your stuff over quite a bit. This tree thing is intriguing. Now I can see that working very well and turn into a pandora-wide thing.

And you leave a nice big field for individual interpretations with those visions. Very interesting.

Makes me think whether I should not write a new character for it. But I am certainly much tempted to come in one way or another.

[Itanecrio]

{Mood setting vignette}

Maxeylaru slowly drew in a breath, the glint in his eyes dimming as the greater part of his thought inflected upon the scents and aromas of the night. In his strong right hand the spear that had been graven from the heart timbers of New Home Tree, in his left hand, the bough of the tree from which he hung, poised on the underside, looking down at the floor of the jungle far beneath. In this place a gap in the canopy above drew the air from below in the steady updraught, so that here the seasoned hunter could gather an impression of the game without moving, without making more of a sound than the rumour of his breath, his body concealed by the shadow of the bough. Hunting by scent.
As the hour grew old Maxeylaru levered himself from beneath the bough, content that Eywa would not send him any prey that night. But as he did he thought he saw a dark movement below. Lithely shifting his point of balance, he rolled along the length of his spine so that he leant against the trunk of the giant bole, his tail grappled around it as he leant out, to gain a better look. Below there seemed only stillness, and darkness that was but the lack of light. After a breathless moment he dismissed the thought of the shadow as a figment from his imagination -stirred up by rumours of a nameless darkness at work within the jungle. A disquiet in the silence. With deft inflections he dismantled the haft of his spear, placing it in it's baldric with a last scan of the jungle to ensure that he was still the hunter, and had not become prey. Satisfied, he stood, and beheld a miracle. Above him the drifting seeds of the Tree of Souls seemed to weave about and embrace another similarly floating seed. But the light of this seed was a pale blue, where that of the Tree of Souls was living white. Transfixed he watched, as it seemed to him the Soul-seeds ushered the blue seed toward him, where it touched upon his brow. In this moment, there was another movement, and a tendril reached out, the moment it had carried out the act of encircling Maxeylaru's neck it gave a shudder, and a hundred such tendrils were added to the strength of the first. As he died, and his body was dragged away by the Bale-vine of the Tree of Death, Maxeylaru saw a vision, of a tall white Na'vi astride a Pali; and Maxeylaru saw his own shield arm raised to fend aside a jabbing vine.
Though his throat was crushed and his life ebbed and failed, Maxeylaru groped for the seeds of the Tree of Souls, willing the seeds to hear his prayer Eywa be with him. The pale blue seed seemed to linger on the brow of the slain for a moment, it's undulating movement quiet. Then, laboriously, it pulled itself back into the air.

[Astrid]

I'm not sure if you're still active or if this plot is still open, but I would love to participate in this! It appears you worked hard on this, and I'd hate to see all of this wasted.