[Tristam]

Meranthe, 2192AC.

Spring continues to strive freely, and to its whims. No snowy downpour of winter's leftovers to perturb Nature's awakening. No late cold temperatures.

In facts, it seems to be the opposite. Temperatures seem slightly higher than average. Plants and trees already have fully bloom earlier than expected. Some plants expected to bear fruits in summer, already have germinated. Animals have been also more energetic and eager than normal.  

While those oddities are harmless, the subject is often, casually brought in between the populace when its affects their ordinary days. Simple curiosity and wander 

But those who have been sceptical since the beginning, and some of the more attentive environnementalists, keep studying these events in an attempt to understand. Some speculations are starting to raise, rumors and accusations in regards of different sources of origins or consequences from these past centuries...

But those who find more concrete answers, are those who speak and understand the Wilderness and Nature of this world.

Among the pagan cultures of Meranthe, a region where the Pantheon has dominated the Faith and beliefs of its inhabitants, the arts of Druidism ressurface in popularity. Either through finding a new lifestyle to go through, detaching themselves from the norm, or an attachment to a vision closer to nature, Some adepts have recently tried to start resurecting this magic to a more common status, where Faiths and Beliefs are challenged. But those past centuries have degraded the once primal art of druidry into a niche pagan culture today.

Yet, their attempts have not gone unnoticed. Already, those attuned to the otherworlds, could feel these strange luminescent visions pulsing to their heartbeat during their sleep. Some of these new aspiring druids can see this same vision. Their heartbeat in tempo to the pulse. And their breath controlled by their brightness.

But sometimes, these visions become so intense, so bright, it can forcefully awaken the dreamer. Accompgnied with heart aches, and lung pains, as their respiration strained physically. And if it was not for these visions, it was also for a voice that sounds like theirs, but was not theirs, echoing in their dreams

"I see only acorns. Trying to find their grounds. Plant their roots. Become a sappling, to wish becoming an Oak. But is there any Land left, when Time has left it unkept ? I can offer you, the Soil of Knowledge you will till, and where you may grow and practice these arts. Should you want to seek answers to your visions and heal your ailment.

Gather with your peers. And seek where the Cherry Blossoms eternally live.

Thursday16th October 6PM EST

Can potentially be pushed to friday instead