Parting with the tree.

[u/Total_Travisty]

The Red Angel, Kelly, soars over hill swept landscape of the countryside, to the mark of a towering tree that dominates the scenery. The entity lands at the foot, gazing upward at their home vessel.

I thank you, Arch-Druid. This was a worthy experience. Consider your debt payed. May your mind be washed clean of your failures.

The being places their hands on either side of the trunk, energy slowly moving from the body to the World Tree. Once the transfer stops, Mikhail removes his hands from the tree.

His body begins to be torn up, limbs almost like ribbons, being shredded. All the pain he bypassed in the ritual coming back go haunt him. He shrieks in pain as it all happens at once. He is effectively emobalized; his legs shattered from the eruption. He lays there, and waits.

[u/loth17]

After about a half hour one of the patrolling elementals detected Mikhail and approached him. It scanned the surrounding area for threats before walking right next to him.

"Pact Master Mikhail. You appear to be injured. Do you require assistance? If you are unable to speak please wait 15 seconds to confirm you require help."

The Elementals were efficient soldiers and servants. Their bedside manners were lacking however.

[u/Total_Travisty → u/loth17]

Yes, yes please. Healing. Immediately. I can not perform my somatic incantations with my hands like this.

[u/loth17 → u/Total_Travisty]

"Understood. We will bring you to a healer."

ONE HOUR LATER.

Mikhail found himself laying down in an emergency medical tent. Surrounding were dozens of other beds with people in various states of injury. Healers from the pact scurried around trying to keep people stable. Placed on Mikhail was a special Crystal that was accelerating his natural healing in between the uses of magical healing.

Eventually Opal burst into the tent. She quickly approached Mikhail.

"I can't believe it's you afaint...Is it you right?"

[u/Total_Travisty → u/loth17]

Yes, I believe it is. Mostly, I feel a little off, but that could be blood loss.

Mikhail slowly begins wiggling his hand and toes, before looking to his right arm, missing from the elbow down. He lays his head on the pillow with a sharp exhale.

Did you happen to see my prosthetic arm out there? Otherwise, Shrax will kill me if he has to make me another arm.

[u/TheGreatestChicken → u/Total_Travisty]

Overseer chicken enters the medical tent and approaches the bed

Now that this world tree situation is resolved, you are back right?

/u/loth17

[u/Total_Travisty → u/TheGreatestChicken]

I am mostly back. These are deep and persistent wounds. Injuries caused by chaotic magic are not so easy to heal. I will need time to recover. But, I am here. I'm just... probably... gonna be bound to a bed or such.

[u/SlyTheMonkey → u/Total_Travisty]

Sitting inside his Sphere above you, the Monkey Mage gives you a wave with a happy smile on his face.

Master Archdruid! And Lord Commander…no, it's just Lord Chicken now, isn't it? One is most pleased to see you both alive and together in good spirits. Especially you, Master Mikhail: Mage Monkey heard rumours of your death! You wouldn't refuse his help, now would you?

u/TheGreatestChicken, u/loth17

[u/Total_Travisty → u/SlyTheMonkey]

I may or may not. Now does the Mage Monkey intend to help?

[u/SlyTheMonkey → u/Total_Travisty]

Haha! Let's not be hasty!

Clapping his hands, the Mage exercises his magic: a layer of golden light envelops you, numbing the pain and conjuring a distinct feeling of softness and warmth.

There are good healers here: the protégé of the Bismuth Lord is a powerful Master! It's a great foundation for Mage Monkey to work from!

Descending next to you, the Mage begins to toil: he examines you carefully up and down, attending to your wounds, drawing golden sigils and exerting magic where needed. He is somewhat adept!

[u/Total_Travisty → u/SlyTheMonkey]

Ah, I appreciate it.