The song of Nutmeg

From the blessings of the woods, from seed of the trees
From soil and water, I came to be
Deep in woods of thunder, of music and wind
Canter creatures on hooves, and float those in wings

I’ve shared nature’s boon, what I’ve sown I’ve seen sprout
To the above canopy, the seedlings branch out
The choice lay in wait for the moment to come
From all of my friends, I’d have to choose one

‘Mong plum, cherry, pear, melon, pine and dall
To pick these mine eyes was not hard at all
‘Twas there when I sprang, the odor so sweet
These red nutmeg eyes will be always with me

I felt then, complete, my friends all around
From a seed I have sprung, others I set aground
I’ve seen grown golden fuit, braided branches and roots
Draped myself in leaves of all colors and suits

Waymen are rare sight in these woods I call home
Though some come to explore, I’m oft left alone
They fear woodland folk, be they bull, mare or bush
Some get lost in the woods, then I’d give them a push

The kindest of those, ones with willowed ears
They taught me their words and I ablated their fears
They shared in my rites and to firegems were kind
Our love for this nature would us forever bind

They are now in the trees, as we all one day shall
I was helped once again by my leaf eared pal.
The flowers grow strong, the critters abound
I’m glad I can help wherever I’m bound

I feel I am ready, my own seed will now spawn
I’ll choose the best place, that’s where I’ll be drawn
It’s a gift for me to seed, I shall do all I know
And now, all I wish, is for it to grow.

“Grow, please grow!”

A call, through the woods, drew nature's attention.
A voice I did know, once kind now with tension.
It begged for relief, for a life to be saved.
The thundering woods responded with haste.

I made my way there, inching ever so close;
From the centaurs' home, I heard battle's throes.
I looked all around, saw nirith skin flair
The one that once helped me, was high up in the air.

The tensions were high, and blood did abound;
I did all I could to help those who were downed.
A big centaur was still, her head lay aside.
The ones that were lost, were remembered with pride.

I don't always get them, with their different words
But found common tongue with their spry lil' mutt
Faelyn, the grey one, talked of much other wood.
Claimed one was god, I can only imagine its fruit.

We trekked all together, to the edge of the trees
The furthest from home that I had ever been.
But the world now awaits, all those seeds to collect
I shall seed all of them, and show them my respect.

To a 'ceetee' we've come, barely a leaf in my sight;
The bodies of trees used to help in their plight.
Fire burns up on high, lighting up like the sun
Creatures hurry by, with attention to none.

This different place has a new energy
Though all is strange to me, I will watch bravely
I shall see all there is, all vine, weed and shrub
I will help them grow, and none I will snub.


"I can't wait to see them all".

A bright day has dawned, we've gathered our crew.
Trouble in this town seems to always brew.
The folk of the lake, with spines so long;
Brought home less fish, something must be wrong.

The grey one, my friend, was a tactless fool.
The beaut he upset, but didn't mean to be cruel.
The black one, my pal, felt that she was fraught.
He called after us, she'd share what she ought.

Up there by the lake, with skin like the sun;
She shone with the grace rarely shown by one.
Though of many hues, it seems people don't shift;
Their coats are perennial, unlike leaves so swift.

I gave one of mine, to the gaint so kind.
He felt left out, now that weight's of his mind.
The glistening one, was embraced once more,
While it's up to me, she'll not lack in support.

On the lakes gentle shores, a sight to behold.
A seed so perfect, all mossy and globed.
It's true what they said, this group I now follow;
There's far more out there, and in all I shall wallow.

On the surface of water, float carts made of wood.
Their bounty depends on a guardians mood.
We set up the river, getting further from land.
My once greatest fear, now adventure at hand.

Waves ripple up where calm waters should be.
My grayest of friends, went to get clarity.
Yallura has awaken, and is surely not pleased.
To get back the fish, it must be appeased.

At night, back in land, while my friends all slept,
The glistening one silently crept.
She had a visit, from a creature so odd.
It looked like a bird, but she told 'twas not.

It brought her a message of a path to pursue;
But our promissed would be the first due.
Then she'd go on her path, and we'd go in tow.
Following all leaves the wind hap's to blow.

"Wow, that was a big bird."

On a morrow so bright, to a stone place we've come.
The breeze and the sight, were second to none.
To the the spirit in need, this place must be home;
Water flowed from inside, past folk made of stone.

I passed through the arch to gander inside
Though what I did spot was not a good sight.
A creature of scales and of piercing gaze
Crept up from it's roost, for all to amaze.

Without hesitation I sent out my spores;
So those I could reach, felt stronger by scores.
Guardians of water sprang up from the brook
A couple of arrows, was all that they took.

The petals of Umbar, with violence so great
Unleashed metal furry, for the beast to abate.
The monster, weakened, was thus rent apart
Unleashing the liquid which life could restart.

My friends all together, bathed statutes in blood,
They moved once again, but their minds were amud.
Elf, dwarf and drake, had been locked in time;
Now they are free, and must follow the tide.

The house of Yallura we tidied and swept,
A circle of magic lay hid and bereft.
Estos the tall fixed candles around
We made our offerings, which soon should abound.

We left there content, with our mission accomplished;
To fight off new evil, as to gold we had promised.
Drawn to a tower, as scout Pen and I,
We snuck right past men, whose smell was awry.

I could reach ab opening, which my friend could not
I stepped inside, to see what was what.
None I could see, though a chant I had heard.
It did not sound so good, so to my friends I deferred.

'Guys, I think you should get over here.'

Leaving the tower with uncertain minds
A winged one came to set us aright
He spoke of evil, of dangers to come
And a part of it that we have undone

Having heard his piece with our thoughts in haze
The gold skin is special though her journey's a maze
To Merim we head, all people's domain
But first we set off for Woodland Lane.

We arrive at the village with sun long set
A light shone still, near a dwarf we'd upset.
He shows us a room with fluff we could use
Spending the night inside is not so obtuse

Late in the night, pitter-patter in the hall
I went on to check if it was danger at all
Nirith walked on, heading back to her room
She'd gone for a shower, "reasonable", I assume

On the morning we spread asking round 'bout a sage
We're told of a grove we'd be mad to engage
People who go often do not return
But there may lie the answers for which we yearn.

On the grove, we're well met by a Dryad of old
We talk of another, whose vow did not uphold.
We realised then, much to our dismay:
She has enticed people and lead them astray

The seed from the lake I earthed in the grove.
Actaea tells me she will care for its growth.
We'll now track evil, through forest and hill
Hoping this time we talk before going for the kill.

My hopes lie unheard in Nirith's ear.
Amidst roots so old which nature hold dear,
She leapt ahead and struck for the kill,
As guileful as a no beast ever will.

Aghast and befuddled the dryad struck back,
Drawing on her kind, support would not lack.
They grabbed hold of Nirith, both petal and stem,
She lay on the ground, her beligerence, comdemned.

We warded off vines of instinct so cruel,
Though we've seen one another, they were eager to duel.
A vicious lash, cut clean through my side,
A pain such as that, I'd never invite.

In a burst of rage, the flower came loose.
Death was to come, but it's aim, obtuse.
A swing of an axe, an act of neglect.
A friend stood around, who's now lost his head.

The dryad was next, her end she has met.
No time to grieve, only blame to shed.
In the root of the forest, on the oldest settler,
Instead of respit and solace, violence unfettered.

Our friend lays in rest among old roots
He's back to the cycle which will soon bear fruit
Faelyn set him facing home, a kindness unpaired.
Woe is that he'll never quite get there.

Having said our goodbyes, we set back on the road.
To understand the danger the winged one foretold.
Down the pine road we head, with a waning group
Rick is the next to leave our troupe.


(really sorry, I couldn't remember much more, but I'll edit as soon as we do a Previously. )

Words whispered in Sylvan to a bush on the edge of the road.

Hello there friend, how's the sun treating you? I hope you enjoy it's warmth, and that you get to rest at night. I used to sing to our siblings, without fail, every dusk. I'd share the exploits of my day, and -enjoy- the tales the wind helps you recount. But I haven't done that in a long time.

The people I've met back in the Thundering woods have shown me much, things I never new to be, ceetees and beeldins, made of the tall and sturdy among us, ox carts to carry beelongins, and temples, places of worship, as if that wasn't everywhere around nature.

We've talked to spirits, we've learned to see far.
we've seen chaos and death and lost friend on the path.

It has been difficult to find bretheren to share this with on the road. We've spent many many suns on a wooden alcove gliding over water, but that would be a tale that would stand on its own. My friend Penn has grown to almost a full wolf now, eager and curious as those ought to be. We've spent some days in a city made wholly of white stone, not a place with many of us to converse with. How they managed to help anything grow is beeyond me. I went to a skool of magic and talked to a man wise to the makings of nature, but it was short lived. The conversation, not the wise man. I hope.

Than danger seemed to find us again, we were to help the stone city be safe from Gnolls, but the city wouldn't help itself, so they attacked. My gentle giant friend made quick work of them, as the night flower would say. The land will make good use of them now, hopefully to bear strong and tall children.

I meet you now friend, on my way down a road to a tower, a hollow tree made out of stone. We talk while the others make kemp to settle in for the night, while I watch and listen to what the surroundings have to offer. We're well met on this day, but please, be aware. A dragon told us ruin and despair might be a blight upon the land once more, and dragons tend to know things.

I left home to see what else the world had to show me which has been a wonder so far. Now I find myself keeping on in fears that my both my kin and covenant will suffer if I do not.

My dear friend, I thank you for your patience, listening to me ramble on. Now, if you'd like to sing, I'll hear your song.