"When is the flower due to bloom?" Kyne asks, his eyes drawn north towards the halflings' base of operations.

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 "Sapphire, with any luck!" Molly replies. The normally taciturn kalashtar seems to be disarmed by the friendly and earnest Chanterelle.

 "Oh, sapphire!" Chanterelle confirms and nods. Then she thinks for a long moment and says: "I don't know what that means..."

To Kyne, she replies off-handedly: "midnight, mhm"

    Hurosk takes up one of the small cups of wine and holds it up before himself. "Is that all? Hmph!" He snorts and downs the contents in one gulp. However, the half-orc quickly realizes that the pint-sized potable packed quite the punch, and, coupled with the effects of the loss of his connection to the magics of nature, his head begins to swim. As Kyne and the others speak on prophecy and query the gnome on the strange flowers of the island, Hurosk spends the next few moments attempting to strike up a conversation with a log who he mistakenly takes for a fairy.

While Hurosk see another fairy refilling his small cup with a smile and a quirk on her lips the gnome looks up to the sky and gives Kyne his answer.

"Well.. if my calculations are right it's due in less than three hours now... quite an exciting time for you to show up, don't you think? yes yes... really exciting indeed.. "  he chuckles.

"I look forward to it," Kyne remarks, taking another draw from his wine and leaning back as he enjoys the evening air in the fairy garden.

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 "Sapphire, with any luck!" Molly replies. The normally taciturn kalashtar seems to be disarmed by the friendly and earnest Chanterelle.

 "Oh, sapphire!" Chanterelle confirms and nods. Then she thinks for a long moment and says: "I don't know what that means..." 

"I bet you do... sapphire is the bluest of blues. Deep blue like the sea on a cloudless summer day." Molly's eyes become misty with memory and her voice takes on a husky tone of fondness and longing.

Chanterelle smiles too: "I do love the ocean. Do you live on an island too?" she inquires and takes another sip. 

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Chanterelle smiles too: "I do love the ocean. Do you live on an island too?" she inquires and takes another sip. 

"I grew up on an island... little bit bigger than yours, though. How did you come to live here?" 

"I go where the autumn wind takes me." Chanterelle answers and rustles her leafy wings. "What's it like on your big island? Have you travelled far to come and see the flowers?" She looks at the others. "You're a unique group." 

"What's it like on Sarlona? Oh that depends on where you are and who you are... there's something there for everyone."

As the evening goes on the conversation between the party and their host the gnome goes on. The fairies start to bring some food and a faun appears accompanied by a female centaur bringing a large plate full of flower pastries, meat pies, and lot of fruits. 

It seems that the date the fate had chosen for them to stumble upon this place is a festivity and they are happy to share it with them and to slightly change the place of it to accommodate their guests.  

The night falls and the village and its surroundings is illuminated by hundreds of small lights, given it a warm and eerie feeling. Somewhere the fairies are playing some music making the party even more merry. 

As the night advances and the fun and laughs fill the warmth air of the night, the companions forget even why they were there in the first place. But when the full moon appears above the tree canopy and start to bathe the garden with its light the dancing, the games and even the music start to fade little by little. The expectation and the excitement could be felt in the air as Gleethorn stands and announces. 

"It's almost time... come now... Let's enter the Dragon Garden" 

Chuckles and giggles from the fairies follow that words and they all follow the old gnome into the garden. 

Despite what some of them could had thought there was no maze in the interior of the garden. Once they enter it they could see the plants. At first glance they could see just the shadow of them, and if they wouldn't have been warned they surely had thought they were surrounded by dragons. Between four or five feet tall, the plants had growth in such a manner that they truly resemble dragons. One standing over his two legs, other roaring to the sky, its wings wide open,  a third one seems to be asleep, the head gently resting over the tail. At least a dozen of such incredible plants had grown at the top of the hill, with enough space between them to allow them to grow unhindered.

They enter the garden and the fairies spread, without a particular pattern in mind it seems. Soon the moonlight surpasses the exterior wall and it begins to gently touch one of the Dragonplants. Almost immediately it begins to blossom. Hundreds and hundreds of small flowers blossom with a silver reflection. The spectators exclaim in awe as the blossoming continues following the moonlight over its path on the plant. 

Once the moon touches the next plant the process begin again, this time the flowers are red, covering the entire plant in little red scales. 

Gleethorn is really excited, registering everything thanks to a quill and a parchment that floats alongside him and scribe as he talks in low voice to it. 

Hursok notices that, strangely, the moonlight seems to feel the garden from the outside to the inside in a concentric pattern, instead of following a logical path from east to west, leaving the center of the garden, at the dragonplant on it, still obscured, but not for long. 

Shallan takes Kyne's hand and drag him from one dragonplant to the other in absolute delight. 

Dworic realizes that there is only one person that it's not enjoying the spectacle. Lyreis seems uncomfortable and he can't help but scratch his shoulder over his clothes. He seems to be sweating and a little bit livid. Or at least a little bit more than usual to his dwarven eyes. 

Dworic takes a sip from the tiny wine and reels back, "Bludy nine hells, that's some gud shtuff." He feels his vision quickly begin to blur. The conversation on flowers he was focusing on is now lost to him. The female centaur bringing food catches his eys, "shWell arentsh ya a little hairy for an elfsh?" They are led to the blooming of the dragon flowers and Dworic even in his drunken stupor can't help to notice the discomfort in Lyreis as the blooming happens. "Whatsh da madda Lyreish?"

Kyne allows Shallan whisk him around the garden, almost as interested in the fascinating plants as she is.

"I don't know" replies Lyreis to Dworic. "Something is not right..." 

Hursok feels something too. Nothing discomforting, but like a tickle or warm sensation along his mark. 

As the concern for his companion increases so does the blossoming of the different Dragons. White, Blue, Bronze, Silver, Emerald. The various plants are quickly covered by the flowers, resembling different dragons. The gnome hurries towards one that turns gold and they all can see an intricate rune in the right wing of that particular dragon. It's like the flowers there had acquired a different tone of the main patron but the rune itself fits perfectly onto the dragon form, making it more impressing. When the marks appear, Hurosk feels that the tickle feeling on his mark intensifies just a little bit. It leaves him with a warmth feeling inside. He suddenly can smell the meat pie recently cooked by his grandmother. It's almost feel like... home for just the split of a second. The quill at his side immediately register the rune in a new parchment. A fairy comes flying and informs him that another one had appeared on the back of a black one. He giggles and goes towards it as the moon light comes closer to the central plant.

Lyreis becomes more and more distressed and Dworic sees that he looks like he is about to be sick, pale and sweating. 

When the light touches it, it starts blossoming in tiny, scale like amethyst flowers. 

Then the screams begin. 

Lyreis falls to his knees and start to rip his shirt apart. 

Seb'riel, who has been waiting at the feet of the central Dragon Plant, falls to the ground and start to scream and convulse. 

The fairies and the gnome seems to be shocked and confused. The moonlight keeps running across the last of the plants and the amethyst color flowers keep appearing but this time the plant start to twist and curl. Among the screams of Lyreis and Seb'riel they could swear that they could hear another sound, half scream half roar as the Dragon Plant changes. Some of the flowers start to burn, leaving an scarred mark across the otherwise beautiful cover. 

"Uryanin!!!" Lyreis screams in his native language "Uryanin!!!" 

The elven warrior has stripped himself his torso and now the rest can see a weird tattoo or mark that runs over half his left back up to his left shoulder. It is being curled by a purplish light that crawls all over it. 

Seb'riel has her eyes covered in black, instead of the usual white they turn when see is having a vision. 

She starts to convulse, as so does Lyreis, their companions run to their side trying to help them but not knowing what to do. Then they both open their eyes that start to burn with the same sick, purplish energy that was crawling over Lyreis marks. Seb'riel rises, levitating over three feet above their heads. As the moonlight touches the head of the dragon, they both scream at the same time, both with their voices and another monstrous, ominous one that envelopes all and make the rest of them to cover their ears and fall to their knees. Then, as the last of the flowers on the central Dragon Plant blossom, Seb'riel, who is just on top of the open dragon mouth utters one single word. 

"LE'TOCLO" 

That word is more felt than heard. The rest feels overwhelmed by it. Their minds are not able to fully comprehend the raw power and vast deeps of it. With that some kind of energy finally explodes from both and the shock wave sends everyone flying away a couple of feet. All the flowers fall from the Dragon Plants. Only the scarred mark is visible on the central plant, which now seems to be trying to avoid some kind of fire or danger below it and has a suffering expression and feeling instead of the majestic one that it had before. 

Both Lyreis and Seb'riel lie in the ground. Unmoving. 

       As the moonlight passes through the garden Hurosk pauses in his wandering of the grounds. He glances from the moon to the plants several times, puzzling through the odd pattern with which the light reveals the plants. "Wha-..? How th- ..?!" He tosses his drink aside and scratches his head. He continues to watch the spectacle, but an uneasy feeling grows in the hunter. A sensation that only intensifies when his dragonmark begins to tingle and he suddenly catches the scent of Memaw Vee's meat pies. Though unnerving, the half-orc can't deny the beauty as the varied dragons bloom. 

     Seeing Lyreis in distress through all this, Hurosk approaches the elf. "You feeling okay, bub?" However, the elf doesn't have a chance to reply before the moon's light graces thr central plant causing chaos to erupt throughout the grove. He his mesmerized for a moment by the glittering purples coming from the plant in the middle of the garden, but Lyreis's screams draw him back to the present. 

   The inebriated hunter glances back and forth between Lyreis and the amethyst blooms. "This thing needs a pruning, I think," he says, seeing the branches twist. He reaches into his magical quiver and draws a scimitar from within one of its side pouches. With determination, he charges at towards the shrubs but soon finds himself planted thoroughly in his ass when the shockwave knocks him back. 

   "What just happened?"

"Seb!" Kyne yells, when his sister begins to scream. The sorcerer shakes free of Shallan's hand and breaks into a run towards Seb'riel, but the amethyst blast knocks him from his feet. Scrambling upright, Kyne rushes to his sister's side, grabbing her by the shoulders and trying to shake her awake.

"Seb! Seb! What happend? Wake up!"

Molly stalks towards Gleethorn and grabs the little scholar by the collar, lifting him off the ground. "What has your garden done to our companions?" she asks in a cold fury.

The old gnome is absolutely shocked by the events that just happened. He is still looking at the central Dragon Plant even when Molly shakes him by the collar. 

"What?... That's not... Oh my... What?!" he mumbles still looking at the plant. 

Shallan tires to kkep up with Kyne but she only manages to reach Seb'riel some seconds later. 

Seb'Riel doesn't awake to Kyne's calls, neither do Lyreis to their companions. They doesn't seem to be harmed in any way. No blood or marks, they keep breathing and their hearts beat, but they just doesn't awake. 

"Maybe they need time?" suggest Shallan with a tenous voice. 

The rest of the fairies are as shocked as Gleethorn, not really knowing what to do or what happened. Most float in the garden in shock, trying to see if any of the flowers had survived. Others are crying. 

One tries to free Gleenthorn from Moltari's grip, her tiny hands grabbing Molly's thumb. 

"You let him be you giant one! " she yells "What have you bring to our garden? This had happened before. This is your fault!!" 

Chanterelle shakes off her initial shock and comes to Glelthoorn's aid. "It's not him, it's the flower!" She says and points, as if it weren't obvious which flower she means. Raising her voice, she calls to the other fairies: "The flower did this, not them. It is a bad omen!" And with that, she grabs her club.

Moltaris freezes, then lowers Gleethorn to the ground with care and kneels before him. "Is this true? Did we bring some darkness to desecrate this space?"