“NOO! Let go of me! Unhand me now! I need to be there! T-the D-Dawnspire! ….ADRIANAL!!”
His desperate cries fell on deaf ears of the grove wardens, restraining the flustered avatar of Felo’thore’s consciousness and dragging his silhouette by his heels away from the doorway in which he slammed through. In flesh, the attack from the Prime Consort Kala looked something brutal, but the truth had been the worst of it struck his face on broken marble when his body collapsed so suddenly from the retreat of his mind. The runes across his chest ripped him into the safety of the Emerald Dream before the demon’s sorcery could take hold of him.
Screams, flame, rubble and horror were now a quiet autumn breeze, ethereal and gentle, and spirits looming in quiet curiosity over the commotion. Felo’thore twisted and yanked himself from the burly centaur’s grips, his whitened hair and cloak whipping behind him as he bound back for the doorway, only to jam himself against it’s invisible barrier, preventing him from traveling back through it. Felo’thore pressed his long hands to the glass-like surface, picking up and pounding a fist defeatedly against it as he watched the ghostly movements of oathsworn hot in combat with the invading demon swarm. His silver eyes widened watching Avada’s rage light her spellblade ablaze, her courageous shouts too muffled by the dreamspace to be heard. Adrianal in sorrow and horror, hairs on the astromancer’s ghostly arms standing as he felt the paladin hold his shattered shell. The shouts and courageous fury of the sunspear holding fast the attention of their adversaries, Tyleril’s pleading prayers heard clearest among the blur of sound. He felt the determination, the vigor, the despair, the exclamation- all of it grow heavy on his glowing chest, pressing his forehead against the visage of the living realm in grief.
The window closed into nothing, and Felo’thore dropped to his knees on the loamy earth, pouring into a harsh sob.
“You cannot return to the living realm at this time,” snorted the grove warden, stepping forward where his hoof plotted to a halt before Felo’thore. “Your body is broken. Your mind yielded. It is too dangerous, and by Elune’s will you are to carry your oath to nature. It is not your time.”
The pale facade of the astromancer lifted up, hiccuping through his words with his sobbing. “They…..need me. Please.”
The grove warden stared expressionlessly, flicking his tail in what appeared annoyance before turning and walking away. Felo’thore’s apparition sat there alone, listening to the distant ghostly sounds from another time and place. His heart tugged but he knew…he was brought to the dream for a reason. For now, it was a matter of when the door would deem him ready to emerge, and if those fighting alongside him, and the home in which they defended would be there for his return.
Days in the Emerald Dream felt like hours in the realm of flesh….
Tyleril Silversword 