It turns out the thing they don't tell you in Sticks School is that, apparently, summoning a deceased soul isn't all that difficult. At the very least, Pure Vanilla and White Lily will get the impression that there's a flicker of life sitting in the head of the skeleton, especially when it starts to, um... vibrate? It starts to vibrate just a liiiiiittle bit. The earth shakes around the dug-up spot, a distant rumble, but no more than that.
At this point, it might seem like they either need to dump more magic into it, or give up and go home and hire an actual necromancer for the job. But behind them, the earth further shakes as Moder trundles up behind the two of them, politely incanting her head toward the duo as she, too, filters her magic into the bond. Then comes Zahliya from the Church's roof to do the same, neon green fire meeting Moder's forest-green magic halfway. From out of one of the inn windows blorps Callan to contribute his own sickly dark blue energy to it, and though Sinann can't reach the group from the river, it can still send beams of light blue life energy into the skies from the water.
The Guardians, they might note, are acting completely on autopilot. They aren't hypnotized nor possessed, but rather operating on an instinct only deities could have between each other.
The skull lifts from the dirt, floating above its grave, and the formerly-still birds surrounding this spot fly to it as it ascends higher and higher. They land on it, first one, then two, then four, eight — some even climb into the empty eye sockets and nestle in there. Gradually, the dried bone is covered by various birds to the point where none of it shows through in their feathers. The skull ascends higher, and higher... and it disappears.
There's stillness for a moment. Pure Vanilla and White Lily will feel that the filtered magic suddenly starts to go nowhere at all, looping around on itself because it has nothing to filter into. Whether they drop their channelling with the Guardians or not, after a solid minute of stillness, they'll hear the skies above them crack apart like glass, the magic barrier assailed by something breaching it with the force of something like cannonfire. And, eventually, it does shatter, grey skies giving way to a clear blue above, and something comprised of mostly red feathers with trailing rainbows descends into the grove like a speeding bullet.
She is massive. Taller than the inn and twice the size of Moder. And you, friends, have witnessed the rebirth of a God.
congratulations on solving my bird puzzle
It turns out the thing they don't tell you in Sticks School is that, apparently, summoning a deceased soul isn't all that difficult. At the very least, Pure Vanilla and White Lily will get the impression that there's a flicker of life sitting in the head of the skeleton, especially when it starts to, um... vibrate? It starts to vibrate just a liiiiiittle bit. The earth shakes around the dug-up spot, a distant rumble, but no more than that.
At this point, it might seem like they either need to dump more magic into it, or give up and go home and hire an actual necromancer for the job. But behind them, the earth further shakes as Moder trundles up behind the two of them, politely incanting her head toward the duo as she, too, filters her magic into the bond. Then comes Zahliya from the Church's roof to do the same, neon green fire meeting Moder's forest-green magic halfway. From out of one of the inn windows blorps Callan to contribute his own sickly dark blue energy to it, and though Sinann can't reach the group from the river, it can still send beams of light blue life energy into the skies from the water.
The Guardians, they might note, are acting completely on autopilot. They aren't hypnotized nor possessed, but rather operating on an instinct only deities could have between each other.
The skull lifts from the dirt, floating above its grave, and the formerly-still birds surrounding this spot fly to it as it ascends higher and higher. They land on it, first one, then two, then four, eight — some even climb into the empty eye sockets and nestle in there. Gradually, the dried bone is covered by various birds to the point where none of it shows through in their feathers. The skull ascends higher, and higher... and it disappears.
There's stillness for a moment. Pure Vanilla and White Lily will feel that the filtered magic suddenly starts to go nowhere at all, looping around on itself because it has nothing to filter into. Whether they drop their channelling with the Guardians or not, after a solid minute of stillness, they'll hear the skies above them crack apart like glass, the magic barrier assailed by something breaching it with the force of something like cannonfire. And, eventually, it does shatter, grey skies giving way to a clear blue above, and something comprised of mostly red feathers with trailing rainbows descends into the grove like a speeding bullet.
She is massive. Taller than the inn and twice the size of Moder. And you, friends, have witnessed the rebirth of a God.