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THE PARLIAMENT OF TREES

[]It happens after most things have been discussed at Elrond's Council, but before anyone has left.]

[It is unreal. Reality warps and trees shoot up from the ground around the meeting area of the council. They don't destroy Rivendell but it's as if Rivendell is suddenly shoved away and off in the distance. Civilization retreats at disorienting speeds and suddenly the squad, Elrond, and his guests, in the middle of the woods, under massive trees that stretch up into the sky. The trees are taller than skyscrapers and thicker than the average lighthouse. Their branches intertwine as they reach up to the sky in a way where the branches seem to form almost a natural cathedral.]

[The ones immediately circling them also have gnarled faces. They chant in an unknown language, in deep musical tones with voices nearly indistinguishable from the creaking of branches, then speak to them in weathered voices.]

You have been summoned by the Parliament of Trees.

[Elrond stands, almost imperious in his expression. Though his voice is calm, he clearly has taken issue with the sudden abduction.]

A summoning we would have answered readily, if asked. It is considered courteous among our peoples, if messengers have been sent, for one to send word of agreement to a meeting first. [A tilt of his head and a slight narrowing of his eyes] But the Green truly does prefer to offer little forewarning when drawing others away from their homes, it seems.

OOC DETAILS
❧ Free-for-all Post: This event will be in "free-for-all" format, meaning that threadhopping is encouraged and that threading should be treated in the same conversational way as network posts with branching threads. This post will only contain the part with Elrond and others. The agents of the Green will be set up with their own Q&A post after they've had time to talk to Elrond and co.

❧ Joint network Post. Due to the magic mirrors having the ability to be widened and set to float, any characters that don't (or can't) attend the meeting will be able to still participate. The mirrors will have been transported too and still broadcasting.

❧ Post in bracketspam format. We're trying to keep a brisk pace and allow a network vibe where speech matters more than action, for some talking heads rp.

❧ NPCing. The mods will handle all the fantasy npcs and some may show up that aren't specifically listed in this post. There are many people at the Council.

❧ It's okay if the conversation gets messy. It's a giant group that's going to be talking here. That means it's natural if side conversations happen, interruptions happen, or things get missed because people are talking over each other and switching conversational partners.

❧ A private discussion will happen later. A crossroads post and private conversation among the squad will happen after the Council, and after the meeting with the Green, so they can decide for themselves what to do next and how to handle what they've learned.

❧ Please only post to the sub-threads below and not to the main post. This allows the mods to add some if we need to.

❧ Please treat each appearance in chronological order. It may be good to spend some time talking to Gaia first or reading her answers before moving on.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Our discussion is finished. The quest is laid before you. You will have to discern the moments the requirements will be in play. Though the path will be laid before you, you will have to choose what to do and when to act.

And there will even be times you must choose the path forward.

[She fades out and each of the Seasons briefly appears and disappears.]

[Old Man autumn appears, branches creaking, voice somehow warm despite the creaking.]

The quest of Autumn requires a harvest, the gathering of something valuable.

[The Wintersmith appears in a gust of icy air. He briefly looks over at one of Elrond's guests, a brown-haired witch of about 20 years old, and gives her a hopeful little wave.]

[She just rolls her eyes at him and, discouraged, he turns to the squad.]

My quest involves helping something end, when it is natural for it to fade. The way the harvest time is meant to end, before the season moves on.

[The Spring Child's voice sounds like the rustle of leaves and as gentle as dew.]

The quest of spring involves nurturing something or helping it grow.

[The Summer Lady appears in a gust of dry wind, like a gust from a furnace. With her comes the smell of apples and desert sage.]

[Her golden gaze is sharp and unrelenting.]

My quest involves a sacrifice.

[She disappears, and there is Gaia, one last time.]

[But it is the hhuman Gaia.]

There's still a choice here, and different paths that can be chosen, regardless of what the Green has decided or the magic making you walk a certain way.

[It's clear she wants them to do what they think is right, and perhaps disobey the dictates of the rest of the Green.]

The power is yours.

[She disappears and trees chant a gain. The group is zorped back to Rivendell. The smell of wildflowers lingers.]

[As Gaia speaks her final words Elle gets up from the bleachers and moves closer. She stops a little way away from the group as Gaia fades out and the trees begin to chant.]

[Elle glances around to make sure she isn't being watched, at least not closely. She would at least like the illusion of privacy and she quickly shoves her hand in her pocket and pulls out one of the magical bracelets she received. It's green. She kneels down on one knee.]

I'm not sorry for what I said, but I am sorry for the burden that has been placed on you just as much as it has been placed on us. This is an offering and a reminder: I serve Gaia first. I will do what needs to be done for you.

[She sets the bracelet on the ground right before the group is teleported back to Rivendell.]

[Elle straightens up and moves closer to hear Elrond speak. There is nothing to be done now except hope her meager offering is accepted by at least one aspect of Gaia.]

[The gift is received.]

[While the Gaia from Elle's world notices it and considers the generosity of it, it is the human Gaia that takes it in her hand.]

[The kindness of it is not lost on her and she is moved. A tear drips down her face, knowing the hardship the group faces, some of them young enough to remind her of five humans back home she cares greatly about.]

[It moves her enough to make a decision. She may be part of the collective of Gaias but their thoughts are not always shared, and their actions are not always seen by the others.]

[As she places the bracelet on her wrist (so fitting to receive, a piece of jewelry) she thinks that perhaps she can do more to help the Chosen than offering the occasional magical gifts she's given them so far.]

[Perhaps she can rebel against the other Gaias and help the group rebel as well, in whatever ways they choose to.]

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