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MARISA
Although Spod had glanced at the tree in his search for vengeance upon Shrews, Marisa examines the Timesplitting Oak more carefully and with a magical eye and notices things which didn't come at all to the attention of Spod...
For a start, the bees, butterflies, beetles and hummingbirds coming and going through the tiny portals aren't actually real animals at all - to the casual observer and the non magical, they project an illusion of these things, but are more like the magical equivalent of roots, spreading out searching for... for lack of a better word... spiritual energy, and judging from the multitude faces that can be glimpsed in the tiny tree-portals, from a very specific source...
Every one resembles the other - tall, caucasian, thick tatty dark brown hair, heavy brows, grey eyes... some old, some young, mostly men, a few women, some heroic, some less so... and Marisa recognizes at once who they all are... or are at least, are versions of...
A man in heavy powered armour, pocked with dents and caked in dust, the last man holding a doomed bridge against the horde....
...Doomforall
A younger man walks through a frozen wood, leaning on a wooden staff, an owl on his shoulder...
...Doomforall
A woman floats smiling at the heart of the sun, face flecked with golden energy...
...Doomforall
An ageless man struggles to bring peace to a world that doesn't really want it...
...Doomforall
An older man crosses a marsh, camera in hands, sketchbook at his side while he records strange birds Marisa has never seen...
...Doomforall
An old woman sits meditating by a waterfall in spring, the cherry trees in bloom around her...
...Doomforall
A man sits in a quiet corner of his second hand bookshop, vaguely hoping no customers will come to disturb him...
...Doomforall
A young man sits at his computer, typing the very events that Marisa is experiencing....
Looking into that one, Marisa pulls back, impacting the Fourth Wall being a very painful experience for the mind. As she looks the insects and birds seem to carry whatever it is they are bringing towards a narrow cleft in the tree and vanish before returning outwards, and returning through the little portals.
Except one stream of the little pollinators ... Marisa follows it as it leaves the courtyard and out to the outer gardens that looks out over the city, and see that the stream is very definitely heading in the direction of the News-hawk Tower...
Although Spod had glanced at the tree in his search for vengeance upon Shrews, Marisa examines the Timesplitting Oak more carefully and with a magical eye and notices things which didn't come at all to the attention of Spod...
For a start, the bees, butterflies, beetles and hummingbirds coming and going through the tiny portals aren't actually real animals at all - to the casual observer and the non magical, they project an illusion of these things, but are more like the magical equivalent of roots, spreading out searching for... for lack of a better word... spiritual energy, and judging from the multitude faces that can be glimpsed in the tiny tree-portals, from a very specific source...
Every one resembles the other - tall, caucasian, thick tatty dark brown hair, heavy brows, grey eyes... some old, some young, mostly men, a few women, some heroic, some less so... and Marisa recognizes at once who they all are... or are at least, are versions of...
A man in heavy powered armour, pocked with dents and caked in dust, the last man holding a doomed bridge against the horde....
...Doomforall
A younger man walks through a frozen wood, leaning on a wooden staff, an owl on his shoulder...
...Doomforall
A woman floats smiling at the heart of the sun, face flecked with golden energy...
...Doomforall
An ageless man struggles to bring peace to a world that doesn't really want it...
...Doomforall
An older man crosses a marsh, camera in hands, sketchbook at his side while he records strange birds Marisa has never seen...
...Doomforall
An old woman sits meditating by a waterfall in spring, the cherry trees in bloom around her...
...Doomforall
A man sits in a quiet corner of his second hand bookshop, vaguely hoping no customers will come to disturb him...
...Doomforall
A young man sits at his computer, typing the very events that Marisa is experiencing....
Looking into that one, Marisa pulls back, impacting the Fourth Wall being a very painful experience for the mind. As she looks the insects and birds seem to carry whatever it is they are bringing towards a narrow cleft in the tree and vanish before returning outwards, and returning through the little portals.
Except one stream of the little pollinators ... Marisa follows it as it leaves the courtyard and out to the outer gardens that looks out over the city, and see that the stream is very definitely heading in the direction of the News-hawk Tower...
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