#hallow events

[hallowed-spirits]

The rains had petered out overnight, going from heavy rain to lighter intermittent showers thar after an hour or so faded out entirely. The ground of the hallow is wet but other than the rare puddle where the ground dips its not completely sodden and with the warm sun heating the ground most of it will likely dry out by midday.

The only place that seems to have a significant amount of water is the hole Fen has been working on, which is half-filled, and where the place for the piping for draining and refilling and filtering the water was going to go, there is a spring that has cropped up. A bit away from the edge of the pond and causing riverlets of water to drain towards the pond.

Due to the lack of protective water resistant lining the ground around the pond is muddy and sodden. Stepping into it you'd sink about an inch into it and the sheer sides where it goes from ground to hole would fall into the pond. Very reminiscent of muddy river banks.

[hallowed-spirits]

Its been several hours since the clouds gathering above were spotted, when they finally break. The sound of falling rain starts as a light pitter-patter, just a light spitting shower, then it gets heavier. Continuing to grow in scale, a veritable flood of rain.

The thrumming thud of rainfall near deafening. Distantly the sound of Dame barking angrily at the storm can be heard, before slowly petering out as she settles and accepts it. There doesn't appear to be particularly strong wind, at least not currently. Just a downpour that falls with ceaseless water.

[hallowed-spirits]

The gathering magic that has been swirling in the skies finally bursts, and falls on the people below. It lands heavily like a decending etherel fog become cloud. Being a force of energy rather than physical mass it seeps throught everything, permeating into everything, passing through all barriers. The entire hallow is drenched in this magic, the imprint of the being the begun this particular surge woven into it.

Everyone currently in the hallow is turned into a chicken, unless a construct created by hallow magic. All beings turned into chickens are unable to communicate with anyone not able speak with animals, however are fully able to communicate with each other being the same species. They retain all their knowledge and memories, with some tendencies towards chicken instincts.

@fallen-shamans-spirit @the-kutlass-kratch @evelyn-onfire @billythewitchesbane

[hallowed-spirits]

The magic of the hallow swirls in steady ebbs and flows, the gentle pulse of life. This is disrupted by the sudden invasion of a curious chicken, wanting to explore the dense net of plants around the lantern. Cracker sticks her head into the greenery, her hesitant exploration interupted by Dandelion as he rushes up to her. Deciding she doesn't want to deal with him just now she ducks into the mass of dead nettles. Each movement she takes sends ripples of powerful magic across the hallow as she approaches its core and centre.

Above them the sky seems to twist and spiral, a surge of magic forming high above. It builds, and builds. Only visible to the normal eye where the light fluffy clouds begin to create a spiral above the lantern, and the hallow as a whole. From the outside this would be invisible, and from the inside, barely noticable unless you happened to look up.

[hallowed-spirits]

The hallow left empty, with no one to see what happens or how, changes once again. When everyone returns it is clear something within the protected sacred space has changed.

The grass grows even taller, to knee height or above, even on some of the taller people that stay within it. Flowers often found in meadows and plains grow interspersed amongst it, the grass has seeds on it that add shades of near purple to the mix of green, yellow and white present.

Dead nettles have continued to grow around the sun lantern. They spread no further from it, but thicken and grow taller to the point the lantern can barely be seen from the ground. The dead nettles are nearly taking over the chicken coop and anything within ten feet of the lantern is hidden in a thick folliage made entirely of these flowers. If someone were to push aside these flowers they would see the thickening magical shimmer and would almost be able to taste the pulse of life and arcane power within the plants.

Dals' garden is more than bountiful with fruit and flowers and life, small swarms of pollinating insects fill the area with constant movement. Birds taking to perching on the fruit trees and nearby structures to eat the berries and flying insects. The soil is dark and rich and full of worms and other earth dwelling beings. The branches of the fruit trees bend and buckle under the weight of their over production. So many that they litter the ground underneath, more than could ever be needed by any one household. A few hungry wasps and small woodland creatures feast upon the bounty of food.

The chickens seem healthier than ever, plump with glossy feathers, bickering with each other or climbing onto whatever they can to glide with furious flaps of their wings. Victor has even started to figure out how to climb the trees to peck at the fruit directly growing on the trees, each hop on the branches knocking off ripe apples, pears or nuts to the ground.

Around the edges of the hallow the grass stops at where the shadow of the darkness of Druskenwald begins. Small nettle looking plants can be seen growing around the edges, not yet peaking above the grass, but visible nonetheless.

( @fallen-shamans-spirit @the-kutlass-kratch @billythewitchesbane )

[hallowed-spirits]

The sky shimmers with energy and changes from a clear blue to a vibrant purple. The shimmer falls slowly and where it settles like snow, the colour of the grass and ground changes to a mix of reds and blues. The trees and crops growing become yellow and orange, with strange dots.

The effect slowly fades over the next six hours.

( @the-kutlass-kratch @billythewitchesbane @fallen-shamans-spirit )

[hallowed-spirits]

The shimmer of magic that had been stirred up by the child form of Lethica swirls around the patch of dead nettles, not settling quite yet. The other patches of flowers also begin to stir the plants moving and swaying in a way that doesn't match the movement of the wind. Back and forth and then back and then forth, looking repeating hypnotically. The rhythmic swaying begins to sink up across the different patches, and it does the swaying spreads to the looming dead nettles around the lantern. The sway begins to effect all the plants in the hallow, a movement back and forth, repeating. The magic kicked up around the hallow spreads with this movement. The whole hallow shimmers slightly with this magic.

Then as it began, it begins to stop, the plants of the hallow slow their dance and return to normal. The looming flowers around the lantern move but only as the wind moves them. The patches of flowers lose their synchronisation, moving in different patterns before they also stop, moving only as outside forces cause them to move. The shimmer doesn't quite settle, but it does calm, magic spread in every corner, all across this protected space. Nothing happens, not yet.

( @fallen-shamans-spirit @the-kultlass-kratch @billythewitchesbane @lethica-nightborne )

[hallowed-spirits]

Everyone who is usually in the hallow is gone, in that emptiness something changes. No one is there to see what happens. Upon returning it is clear that something has changed while they were gone.

The hallow which previously bloomed all at once overnight, once again undergoes a change. The grass grows taller, from the previous ankle height to nearly half way up most people's calves. The smaller flowers such as daisies and dandelions become partly hidden in the longer grass and more larger flowers start to show up, growing thick and fast.

The sun lantern appears to be further overtaken by dead nettles, the plants that are usually much smaller, acting as ground cover, have begun to grow nearly five foot. Where previously they grew just around the stones of the lantern base, they grow further away. A radius of about five feet around the lantern is covered in a thick layer of these flowers. There appears to be a shimmer in the air around the lantern and the flowers, it settles over the course of the day, sinking into the ground.

The garden is bursting with various plants, it clearly needs weeding as opportunistic plants take over any clear space. Despite the number of weeds and other plants the crops are also thriving, many plants have doubled in size, beginning to be squished by all the life within each area. The various crops are bountious with fruits and berries, and the root plants grow sturdy and strong. The soil seems richer and alive than before.

The chickens have escaped their pen once again. The weak grass wall that was errected has long since been knocked over by the chickens. The low stone wall that kept them in when they were little has grown moss so thick its hard to make out where the stones are as opposed to where the is ground. The smaller chicks have also had quite the growth spurt, near adults. The older chickens have become true adults, able to lay eggs.

A few small birds have taken advantage of the blooming garden, and ample insects can be seen flitting about. Around the borders of the hallow, at eight points, corresponding to the cardinal directions and their inbetween points, small patches of flowering dead nettles have begun to sprout. The shimmer from the lantern and the plants there is also present here, and it also fades as the day passes.

( @billythewitchesbane @fallen-shamans-spirit @the-kutlass-kratch )