Post by Maur on Jul 6, 2016 6:19:28 GMT
Farmers tended their fields, gathering the last of the harvest for winter, children played alongside them, it was an average day in the Rural district. Farmer Maddock would finally get around to pulling that potentially award winning melon from the ground, a watermelon half the size of a man would likely require two men to carry, which is why Farmer Maddock's brother, Daniel, had come to help him. The Farmer's wife had made them some tea, and they sat on old Maddock's porch in fine oak rocking chairs he made himself, and talked for a bit about their lives, their children, and the grandchildren they were each soon to have, among other things.
The two had just finished discussing the proper way to prep planks for a shining and smooth tabletop, when the Farmer's tea rippled in its glass next to him. The old men could feel a slight tremor in the earth that coincided with the beverage's movement, it repeated itself nearly every second, it was as if some great Titan were pounding an anvil miles away in that fancy Palace that belonged to the Queen, maybe one did, Udel only knew what transpired in that place these days. They chatted some more hoping the earthen rumbles would fade as the two old men talked the day away, but it only grew closer, and began to sound more like thunder than a hammer on an anvil.
"I wonder if the weather's kickin' up somethin' awful." Daniel told his older brother, to which Maddock replied, "Nonsense, not a cloud in the sky."
Which was true, no clouds could be seen in the clear cerulean sea of a midday sky. The brothers soon heard a rustling in the trees, it was no animal, it was something far larger, the very top branches were shaking as it moved.
Farmer Maddock stood up and went to grab his pitchfork, but before he could get over to it the strangest thing happened.
One of the trees was alive, he had large sweeping arms and thick legs that moved faster than one would expect, the old tree walked right out onto the farmer's field, and to his dismay, it stepped on his prized melon, the thing popped underfoot and the old tree seemed to not even notice. Then something stranger happened, some thirty odd people came spilling out of the woods behind it. Farmer Maddock could see the gaggle of them from half a mile away, and they were walking towards his house.
The Treant had gathered quite a following as he strode throughout the farming communities, he was told he would find Azalea in this land, but so far he had no luck.
Fayodinn could tell this place had not seen his kind for many an age, the thirty-eight feet tall living tree had accumulated interested people as he walked about Etirath, a crowd of dozens followed the oddity, they must have suspected him to be the product of some Druid, if the Lady of the Weald were to be counted as a mere Druid then yes, but she was so much more, and he was far older than any Druid, nearly as old as the world itself in fact, he had been present for the rise and fall of entire civilizations.
Another field to cross, another house to walk around, it was endless, the Treant was done with searching, he stopped striding through the field and looked up to the cloudless sky, his massive mouth and fell open and he bellowed.
"AAAZAALEEEEAAAA!!"
The earth shook with the strength of it, satisfied that his message would reach her if she was anywhere on the mountain, Fayodinn sat down, and let the hasty children escape their parents to climb on his large shoulders.
The two had just finished discussing the proper way to prep planks for a shining and smooth tabletop, when the Farmer's tea rippled in its glass next to him. The old men could feel a slight tremor in the earth that coincided with the beverage's movement, it repeated itself nearly every second, it was as if some great Titan were pounding an anvil miles away in that fancy Palace that belonged to the Queen, maybe one did, Udel only knew what transpired in that place these days. They chatted some more hoping the earthen rumbles would fade as the two old men talked the day away, but it only grew closer, and began to sound more like thunder than a hammer on an anvil.
"I wonder if the weather's kickin' up somethin' awful." Daniel told his older brother, to which Maddock replied, "Nonsense, not a cloud in the sky."
Which was true, no clouds could be seen in the clear cerulean sea of a midday sky. The brothers soon heard a rustling in the trees, it was no animal, it was something far larger, the very top branches were shaking as it moved.
Farmer Maddock stood up and went to grab his pitchfork, but before he could get over to it the strangest thing happened.
One of the trees was alive, he had large sweeping arms and thick legs that moved faster than one would expect, the old tree walked right out onto the farmer's field, and to his dismay, it stepped on his prized melon, the thing popped underfoot and the old tree seemed to not even notice. Then something stranger happened, some thirty odd people came spilling out of the woods behind it. Farmer Maddock could see the gaggle of them from half a mile away, and they were walking towards his house.
The Treant had gathered quite a following as he strode throughout the farming communities, he was told he would find Azalea in this land, but so far he had no luck.
Fayodinn could tell this place had not seen his kind for many an age, the thirty-eight feet tall living tree had accumulated interested people as he walked about Etirath, a crowd of dozens followed the oddity, they must have suspected him to be the product of some Druid, if the Lady of the Weald were to be counted as a mere Druid then yes, but she was so much more, and he was far older than any Druid, nearly as old as the world itself in fact, he had been present for the rise and fall of entire civilizations.
Another field to cross, another house to walk around, it was endless, the Treant was done with searching, he stopped striding through the field and looked up to the cloudless sky, his massive mouth and fell open and he bellowed.
"AAAZAALEEEEAAAA!!"
The earth shook with the strength of it, satisfied that his message would reach her if she was anywhere on the mountain, Fayodinn sat down, and let the hasty children escape their parents to climb on his large shoulders.