Dragon power (Surraruthru, 89 days left)

[Iron Dragoon]

Working out a series of spell circles/rituals that will allow Lifasan natives to imprint their memories of Lifasa into the tree so that we can transplant it into a major ley line nexus and help the energy restore Lifasa using the memories as a template.

Edit: I think we still have those memory crystals from when we went after Secretus? Use those as a frame work, maybe?

[Anastasia]

Going to work on this alone or recruit anyone to help you? Checks are incoming.

[Iron Dragoon]

Well, I did just open it up to Kascha, but no. I figured I'd hit the usual magical research suspects for assistance. More help equals faster completion equals more time for other stuff. I figured hitting up Tepen, maybe Sylvie (Factotum cheats), Sage Vul'lath, and one of the Fey, maybe? We need someone with K:Nature and lack druids (unless Pearwood is still kicking around, but he didn't sound interested in sticking close), so maybe Ilsenine? I'm not really sure who would be most suitable for the Nature part of things.

Edit: I think I might also want to just dump power into this, so I think I'll also hit up Gold, Arrel, and Hope. *sigh* and I guess I'll at least ask Baleruk.

[Anastasia]

Tepen's first and easy enough. "I can spare the time, Surraruthru," he says, "Though I am busy, so I ask that we do not dally."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Very well. I have some others to speak to first. I want to get this done fast and correct the first time, so I plan to pull in others. I'll let you know when everyone's ready."

[Anastasia]

Sylvie's next. She's in the library, looking down at a book as you enter. "I'll be there," Sylvie says, not even looking up. "Vul'lath is back over there, he's in a snit because one of his acolytes failed a rather simple test because he was hung over."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru chuckles. "I wonder if Vul'lath was ever young enough to do such things..."

With that, Surraruthru files over to find Vul'lath.

[Anastasia]

Vul'lath is reading a rather thick tome by himself, arms crossed and face a mask of concentration. He doesn't look up as you approach.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru lands next to the tome on the table and stares at him, not quite directly interrupting, but being exceedingly obvious.

[Anastasia]

"You are not a dog looking to go out," Vul'lath replies after several seconds, "Speak your mind."

[Iron Dragoon]

"No, but I'm trying to at least somewhat more respectful of others' endeavors. At least compared to Baleruk. He'd have simply thrown your books across the room. I'm looking for some help with the magic circles and rituals for the memory transference for the tree from Lifasa. Tepen and Sylvie have already agreed, and I'm trying to get everyone's agreement before I start actually having people meet. Time crunch and all, don't want to keep everyone waiting for a single person to show."

[Anastasia]

"Conceded," Vul'lath merely closes his book at your words, "Very well, today is a relatively idle day as the gears turn and preparations are made."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Thank you. I'll have Elena contact everyone once I get everyone's agreement. Enjoy your idle time. For the short time it lasts."

[Anastasia]

Next is Queen Ilsenine. She sits on her throne and listens to you, court not currently in session.

"This tree will potentially revitalize Lifasa and bring hope to it?" Queen Ilsenine asks.

[Iron Dragoon]

"That's the intent. My plan is to have our people implant their memories of Lifasa into the tree. We can then transplant the tree into a ley-line nexus. Hopefully, Lifasa's natural energy will recognize the familiar nature of the memories and use them as a template to correct itself. Honestly, I expect the change to be slow if left alone. But... It may provide the gods an alternate option than what they did on Benfal. Another benefit will be that at a certain point of memory absorption, the tree should start feeling and giving off an aura of home. It should be comforting to us survivors. Hopefully, it'll give us another connection to Lifasa and a chance to resist what happened when Bel stepped foot on Lifasa and all natives fell to pain."