Risen from the sea where it had been put to sleep so long ago. It has broken no longer one island, but five each with a strange lighthouse upon it in ruins. The northern isle was the green forests of Kol-shoon the fragment of Foun's people dedicated to earth. Now the forests are frozen and the land is covered in ice. The eastern isle was the great mountains of the towered cities now all ruins and covered in the shadow of a great thunder storm. The southern isle home to the now dormant volcano that once powered the fire city of Sparkania is now covered in sand. The western isle the proud coral city of the Karakians belonging to water is now frozen like it's brother city Kol-shoon. The middle city utopia the city of spirit where the magic and psionic people lived is silent and cold. This will take a great deal of rebuilding to even reach a fraction of it's original glory. The lighthouses are inactive everything slumbers under ice, sand, and ash.

The varied people of Penta are not yet awake, but Foun hopes to resurrect them. His people are called the 'un-lived'.

 They are grey, metallic, and almost transparent. These people are absorbers although they can only absorb once. They absorb DNA and can adapt and evolve although they can only absorb a DNA code once in their life. This makes them quick learners and adapters. Foun hopes to use this to make them absorb the DNA of penta's old people and perhaps bring the isle back to life. A 'living' or being whose absorbed is no longer a 'un-lived' but whatever they absorbed and became. They reproduce asexually through splitting in two and growing from that point.

They are loyal and almost unthinking until they absorb. Basically computers until they they talk in a monotone mechanical voice. Tall and thin they have no faces and when they speak sparks seem to go off in their metallic like dome heads. Although not good at fighting, incapable of magic or psionic, they are also hard to kill able to change the density and shape of their bodies at will. Their culture is itself very emotionless they have no family or religion or grouping they will simply stand around until they get orders. If their is any 'dream' of the people it is to absorb DNA so they may become 'living'. They do not feel they are actually real until they have done this.

A strange sensation goes through his body. Parts of his mind seem gone as if he just awoke from a strange dream that he can't seem to remember. Looking about he see's the realm before him ancient giants in his mind shake off the dust of time. So... you're still here He moves forward testing the limits of his own strength as he finds himself able to walk he continues moving forward toward the first thing he see's. Penta... you've been gone so long... Now your isle rises without you. Gone so long when the dragon sunk his teeth into you. I shall awaken your legacy I swear it. He looks up into the sky and allows his energy to leave him and feel around.

It was freezing cold. Snow descended, slowly and peacefully, to the earth.. the trees were gnarled, frozen, dead. The earth was strong, but brittle. This was Kol-shoon, once.. but it had undergone such drastic changes that Penta didn't immediately recognise it. No being came to meet him.

He was alone.

He nodded it made sense to him things would have been frozen in the depths of the ocean. He starts making his way to the south. To the ruins of utopia his old central city. Things would more likely be in a similar state of despair through out the entire isle. He will not do much to repair it yet. He wished to see if the central city was as bad. Hopefully the old relics the lighthouses could be the key to the revival of this isle.

The city was silent.

As Foun walked the empty streets, nothing came to watch. Nothing came to announce the return of the their Lord. A chill filled the air, but that was all - there were no bugs, no birds. Rubble lay everywhere. The only light came from the dark moon above, and even then it was mostly obscured by cloud. The smell was crisp and clean, unlike the proper smells of life and festivity that once filled Utopia..

He studies the area and starts his advance to the ruined lighthouse. Once the sources of life in his old isle perhaps if brought back to life themselves the rest of the isle would follow. Where were his people there had to be some kind of remnant. I whisper to you isle, Come to me you remnants of life all that is left here come forward so that I may see you! Although he doubted yelling into the mist would help anything perhaps no result would come of it, but still it was worth a try. If nothing came of it he would do his best to revive the lighthouse it was his only hope.

A single creature came to observe Foun silently, its eyes hollow and its body grey, metallic, semi-transparent.. as it watched Foun the Magiscientific God felt a profound loneliness descend upon him, a damning nostalgia which made him drop to the floor and weep. What had happened..?

He couldn't move for a while, he knew all too well that this was what he was coming back too, but nothing had prepared for the reality of it. Struggling he finally pulls himself together and stands although with difficulty to his feet. Speak creature, tell me what is your name?

My.. name?

The creature didn't seem to understand the question. It's voice was soft but broken.

He struggles a moment longer under the weight of his sadness. Now he is steady again he gestures for the creature to follow and then thinking better of it. Follow me and where are the others? As he begans to finish his journey to the old lighthouse the ruins of sure torment. He would weep for what was his greatest accomplishment, but still he would work towards fixing that which had gone so horribly wrong.

The broken shell follows, but does not answer Foun. The city lies glooming in the dark mist, empty. The lighthouse soon stands in front of him, a broken relic of the perfect past.. its light snuffed in the dark.

He searches for the entrance trying to remember how he built it. Trying to remember the details to keep his mouth busy and also to make sure he was making progress he spoke to the broken shell. Are there others like you?

A portal appears in a random spot, and out steps Crailek. He looks around at his surroundings with a smile, looking to see where he was.

Turns to him, ignoring the creature now and the ruined lighthouse. The cold wind blowing ashes across the tundra that was once utopia. Hello crailek, I apologize for the state of my realm. It seems that ages under the sea has made it into quite the wasteland, but on to deeper matters. I ... I have this still. I ... barely remember the things that passed, but I hoped perhaps ... you could refresh my mind, although my heart needs no reminders. He holds up the engagement ring.

(wow this is intensely awesome)

Cold wind blew through the Islands, and rain started to softly fall.

((I can never tell when you are being sarcastic, Nat...))
Crailek smiles at Foun, then clasps his hands in his own. "It has certainly been a long time. I still remember that passion. Things have definitely changed, but I do still love you." He looks into Foun's eyes, and his own held nothing but those same expressed feelings. He was silent for the moment after that bit, though.

So was foun, but not for long he clasps crailek's lips with his own and then stepping away he smiles. We have little time and we will renew our vows for each other soon, but we need water and other things to heal you in the sand city. Turning to the one person he believed to be one of his own. Hurry quick as the wind go to my people if you know where they are get water and anything of healing attribute that may still lie in this realm and return to me. Quickly now!

The creature responded silently, disappearing into the shadows.. it was uncertain as to whether or not it actually understood Foun's command.

He turns back to crailek, I need a way to save you, but I can't think. I don't know any healing magic and I don't have anything that could really help you to be honest. Perhaps teleport you to a shaded area or even a medical center in the city. That's the only things I can think of.

Crailek shrugs. "I currently have no knowledge of myself there. I don't know what is needed to help, and I am unsure if I am even able to dismiss that self. I will try, though. Perhaps that will fix the problem."

Crailek felt a slight fluttering in his stomach, as some form of temperol paradox hit him, and he was suddenly thirsty. Very, very thirsty..

Everything went black. He collapsed.

As Foun, it is presumed, rushed to help the God of Magiscience realised that he'd lost his arm..

Foun growls, such was the way of things. He remembered losing his arm before and a minor amount of amusement happens to hit him as he in his mind of course gives a comment. So it is you, still here master divine I remember when you wrote upon my arm your name in my first death here. Making sure that I play by the rules I presume? Making sure all goes as it should. He focuses the aura of the heart hoping that his people would not be too slow.

They soon returned, bearing water and dried healing herbs. They were silent, empty, and many of the herbs were dead..

He did the best he could giving crailek the water and then asking them how to use the herbs if they knew of how they worked if it was safe to ingest them or not. He does this well mashing the herbs together with a stones and keeping the meshed up if oily form in a container. He kept the dead seperate from the living and also made one that was a mixture of both. He also asks them to find maggots if they could.

Anik appeared here and heads toward the two divinities, he doesn't run nor lolly gag, but he does proceed semi quickly.

When and if he see Crailek he well touch him to try and Repair him, his healing power was very minor... but still it was better than nothing. "He needs a transfusion... I can connect your artery to his if you want. It will hurt like hell... but you'll share blood, and since he had less, it will generally go one way meaning you'll both even out around stable."

Foun nods, Anything I need to do for him, I'm willing. He also gets an idea, You! He points to one of the people who have come, Could you shape yourself as an arm?

Anik thinks for a moment and after seeing Foun's idea. "No lets focus on saving, then repairing, I can make his a better one anyway." He grabbed Foun's arm. "Alright if you say anything, then anything quickly it is. You need to relax your arm." He grabs his knife out of its sheath, a hunting knife sharp enough to split a hair longways. He then has Foun hold out his hand brings the knife up and then with a single swing, Foun's hand is cut clean (so clean it takes a second for it to register. He quickly brings the stump of the hand and puts it to the bloody shoulder stump. "Lie down next to him."

Foun would feel something like a tingle though his arm as Anik's power flowed into it, then suddenly the tingle turned to excrusiationg pain as Anik concentrated on moving the arteries in Foun's arm to match the veins of Craileks shoulder, which he only studied with his senses but didn't move. Once they were a match he would connect them, allowing the blood from the Foun's hand move into the veins of Crailek. "Alright, still needs some touch-ups, and this is only temporary." He then went back into the connection and began to trasfuse the tissue and skin together. "I need both of you to lie down for a while while. The combination of trasfusion and normal speedy god healing will take its course. But I'll take another look inside Crailek to make sure there isn't anything bad inside."

He used his powers to look deep inside Craileks body to find out what other things might be wrong with him.

Crailek had been struck with a Blade of the Invocation; he was placed under some mystical curse.

The operation hurt like hell. If Foun and Crailek remained still for about five hours, however, it would be complete.

"He's been cursed... that's not good. I'll see what I can do." He began to consider an abjuration or other spell that might remove the curse.

He did anything that was necessary although he may too need attention soon. He was willing to wait though hold off the paradox until this was finished.

Crailek does the obvious thing a God of Shadows with an arm missing, with another god's hand in the stump to stop the bleeding would do.
Which, by the way, is not much at all.

Anik did know know enough about abjuration and the nature of such curses to remove the thing; hell, he isn't even certain what such a curse might do.

Anik waits on the two of them using repair when needed on the connection to keep them connected. He waits quite a long time, and with Foun's helps gets his people to get them water and food for Foun. "I know you don't need it, but actually having input of raw materials decreases the amount of divine power you body needs to maintain itself." He waits the hours needed tending to them until Crailek regains consciousness. "Hey Crailek, now I'm no god of healing, but I patched you up just enough for you to pull through."

It was done.

Foun felt weak - Crailek was still in absolute agony - but it was done, and Crailek was healed.

Anik went over to their connection and then instead of just cutting he used his power to first go in and cause the nerves around the area to be disconnected, then he began detaching the area where Foun's forearm connected to Crailek's shoulder sub. Once everyone was back to themselves he picked up Foun's hand, which by this point was pretty pale, though nowhere near rotted. "Alright reconnecting it would only have about a 20% chance with a mortal, but since your a god... who knows." He then reattached the hand, it would have been really easy to reconnect if he hadn't messed with it to attach it to Crailek, it was a pretty clean cut. "Now bed-rest both of you, there's not much else I can do now, I'm no healer, I'm a craftsmen. Now then, I do have things to do so I'll have to talk to you later. You can always come see me in the library in the new Valley."

He then leaves for his realm.

Reiuji appears here, hoping that this time she'd get more than a cold reception.

Crailek forces his head up and he looks at his stub of an arm. He groans and lets his head fall back down. "Well, this is certainly different..." He mutters, looking up at the sky.

Foun lays next to him and feels that another god is near a goddess this time. He motions for one of his people to find her and bring her here. Well it's kind of like the old days isn't it? I will see about having a new arm for you after all it's kind of my thing isn't it?

Luckily enough, the arm will soon regenerate if Crailek takes the proper care..

Crailek laughs, and looks at Foun. "My arm will be fine, in time. Though I think I prefer the old days. Now it is much more dangerous around here..."

It begun to slowly rain over Penta.

*sigh* It was better back then wasn't it? Magic is complicated now and everything seems out to kill something else. I feel like it is when an essence is put in attack mode. It would seem the essence of yggdrasil is doing the same. Trying to save itself from it's own dead it too has gone into attack mode. Everyone is feeling it... I have a plan crailek it has been slowly forming... one that may save the tree. I hope...

The rain suddenly stopped. Weather was erratic in the Isles.

Crailek looks over at Foun again. "Oh yeah? Let's hear it."

The sun started to rise.

Anik reappeared with an armful of equipment. "Crailek, you can see in pitch black right." He said quite suddenly as he exited the portal. He seemed to be in a bit of a rush, but he did take a moment to see how his previous patient was healing up.

He sits up feeling a bit better, It would seem my plans will have to wait. He waits for anik to speak about this assignment hoping that crailek would allow him to work with him. Already he begans remembering their relationship and already he feels a warmth returning to him. He is starting to come to the present.

Crailek cocks his head at Anik slightly, confused. "I believe so, yes. Why do you ask?"

For the record, yes, Crailek knew that he could see with little or no light.

"Well, I am in need of that ability right now. Do you mind if I use some of your blood? I need to make some alterations to my goggles." Anik set aside some of the silicon in a ball (it just seemed to roll off of the solid stick). He then took off an began to alter his goggles.

The first layer of plastic is reinforced with some strengthened glass (quickly reforming the quarts and silicon to make glass). It sifted and twisted before the two gods in Anik's hands. He nodded at it was made. Inside the initial lens there was second hollow (though only microscopically so) lens with a several micro pinhole at the top. To the two gods of course, it just looked like he made it slightly thicker. "Alright, now I just need some blood if I may." He focused on a small piece of extra silicon and glass and suddenly it became a capillary tube, prefect for drawing out blood in miniature amounts at a time, something a god would replace in just a small time after the letting.

Crailek shrugs, and holds out his remaining arm. "If you don't mind, don't take too much. Not sure i've got much left as it is."

((MD he should be all healed up by now right?))

Yes, Crailek was feeling completely fine - the operation was a success.

Anik now having the Blood of Crailek poured it on the Goggles... except the blood didn't move. Fighting gravity any a small stream moved through the air. "Forgot to put an air hole, he says quickly putting on in so as the blood flows into the lens it would pus the air out. Upon reaching full capacity though (the pint nowhere near gone) the blood began to disappear... the lens sucking it up greedily as a newborn. Dark shadowy Swirls could be seen in the visor until it was completely black, darker even than the surrounding plastic eating all light that came in, to all viewers (except though who could naturally see through the shadows) looking into the goggles. Anik put them on. "Interesting, A world of darkness, it's as if Darkness has a brightness to it I would never have known. To see the world through another gods eyes, fascinating."

Smiling he has an idea, anik can those goggles have more then one ability to them? If so I would like to grant you some of my blood in exchange for something.

He shook his head. "No this was a spur of the moment things, I'll be lucky if they last a couple years, adding more power would first break the lens, then I can make more permanent things with considerably more power with more time, but I'm in a bit of a rush." He thought for a moment. "Do me a favor, come to the funeral, the one named Ayar is there (though he is a counsel man so don't approach uninvited). I don't remember him at all... and I never met him before the towers so a little help would be appreciated. Also we can speak there."

It had stopped raining in the Isles of Penta, and for once the sun was out and shining.

"Alright. I shall return to my assignment. Thank you for your help. Talk to you later." He leaves.

He nods, then getting up feeling considerably better of course. He looks around, It is time to get to work, crailek if you have need of me for anything ask. I would like for us to spend time together if you wish you are more then welcome to help me in my work here. To reawaken the isle of penta, but there is other things I would need your aide in. You see I remember the power of the alliance created by Metatron, and also remember my promises to him. It is time that this promise is renewed the fire of the brotherhood be revived. I wish to find those who swore loyalty to the tower everwatchful. Do remember them? Xellos I remember, but cannot find I know there were others as well.

Crailek thinks for a moment, then looks at Foun. "Anik was with us, once. I believe Metatron is gone, and I have seen no proof of Xellos being around, but that does not mean he is not here. I do not recall any others, though. I shall of course look further into this matter once I have regained my strength."

He nods sitting in the lotus position, There is very much to do, I wish to create a new alliance one that will look for a way to save this tree, but we will not pay homage to any other force. We will not be slaves to anyone. We shall save the tree and have loyalty only to each other. Now first things first would you mind helping me? I wish to travel to the north of this island it was kol-shoon. There we can start rebuilding.

Crailek had fully recovered; he hadn't felt this good in ages.

((I'm assuming my arm has grown back, that means?))

Crailek pushes himself up into a standing position, be it with one hand or two, and nods to Foun. "Let's head there presently, and rebuild then."

Foun motions for 50 of his people to follow he then begans traveling with crailek to the north.

Foun hadn't found twenty of his people, let alone fifty; he'd need to search for longer if he wished to gather such a force.

Crailek's arm has fully regenerated.

He then has those he has found to follow him and asks one to go find more of them if it can. Leading the way to kol-shoon all the same.

Soon, many more of these strange creatures had come, following Foun. There were easily fifty.

He travels north remembering to keep his eyes open to observe all that is within the isle and of course he speaks to crailek. What do you think of the events transpiring so far? What of this funeral?

Crailek follows closely, looking around as well, though more at the sky, then the landscape. "I find the funeral... troubling, to say the least. The claim is made that I knew this Balverstus closely, or perhaps know. As I have no memories of this, I fear perhaps I am not alone in the domain of Crailek, God of Shadows. Or Perhaps I met with him without my own knowledge, which is also troubling. Either way, things don't look too positive. What of your views on it?"

It started to hail, and further traveling became deeply unpleasant.

He holds up his hand, Let us set up camp! He begans looking for shelter, In truth crailek the funeral confuses me as well there is not much I understand about the situation except for that I believe there may be a great portion of memory we no longer hold that involved our relationships with this entity. ... For example the fact that my invitation claims that we are already married. Strange since I have no memory of us ever succeeding in having a ceremony... Yet I have that ring... So were we wed? Why would we not remember it? What is so important that large periods of time in my memory are black?

Crailek drops suddenly to the floor as he is wracked with the strangest memory. When he recovers, only a single phrase is caught within his mind:

There is a cherry bush and it is sacred to us.

Crailek pushes himself back up onto his feet and frowns. "Well, no clue. Something about a cherry bush, apparently." Crailek raises an eyebrow, and then tries to recall more of the memory if he can.

A cherry ... bush... He closes his eyes for reasons he can see cherry blossoms, but that would seem a different memory. Opening his eyes he looks forward to the north, The kingdom of kol-shoon the people the nekos that I wish to revive knew of every plant and tree on the island they would know where cherry bushes grow. The lighthouse should once restored bring back the power of nature to the island. Although the storms will not be tamed until we restore the lighthouse of wind, but at least the grass will be green again. I warn you now crailek this will be no easy feat, surely fate will see to it that the task of restoring the lighthouse will not be easy.

The lighthouse would be no easy feat to restore. Foun new that it require extremely powerful magiscientific energies simply to reignite it, let alone keep it lit..

He remembered that the essence of souls had been used in the end when he... no Penta had put the isle to sleep. He couldn't do that again, not to his people. First things first the lighthouse design. Here he decided to sit and rest asking the people to go fetch drink and food for nourishment if they could find it if they could not they should nourish themselves the best they could. Then he turned to crailek, If I remember the lighthouse was empowered by the essence of nature and in turn empowered nature itself. Let's see I built it or penta did, I wonder if I can remember the design... He meditated upon it for a moment he needed to remember the base design of course there was the temple quarters and such where the nekos worshipped the earth element they represented. He tried to remember the science though he remembered that the earth lighthouse drew on the elemental essence of earth that there was an 'orb' that powered it... He remembered the years he spent carving the guardians of the orb and the way he spent sweating over the creation of the top of the lighthouse... He needed to remember these things.

Yes, Penta remembered the design.. but where, now, was the Orb of Nature? A flash, a memory returned - the majestic Guardians of the Lighthouse smashed like terracotta soldiers - a beast responsible - something greater, something mad - the Orb taken..

But where?

Yes the beast in the sea, the shell that protected my island I remember now... Crailek it would seem the orb of nature may have been taken by the mad gods. I may have to call up some... old contacts. He tried to remember it all his journey to madness and the masters he had along the way. This was a path he did not want to take again there was something dangerous and uncertain to it, but he would find that orb. Sitting down he began to meditate on the memories and think. Crailek what do you think? How should we continue? Do you think the mad ones would have allowed the orb to stay here? Very likely they would have taken it and the others all with them to another place... but where the memories are so vague.

Crailek frowns thoughtfully, and sits across from Foun. "Well, there may be another place they could be. As we have seen from the funeral, we existed past when we can remember. It's possible we still exist now, is it not? I remember I had the orb of Flame. It could be that I still have it... just not, you know, me. Based on what I would do, I have a few ideas of where I could find myself. But as for Nature, and the other orbs, I am unsure. I no longer feel the connection to the Madness as I once did. I am finding it quite hard to think as one now."
He looks around at the surroundings, and at the water. "You mentioned a beast in the Sea. Could it not be there?"

(Crailek gets scarily clever points)

It could be there. The sea was certainly large enough. But would the Beast still be alive.. ?

Very likely and other me? I would not think so I didn't die and be returned I left and returned from outside the world tree although I will admit I do not remember what passed during that time, but would you think there really is another me here? It was possible vague memories of giving the shards of elements to other gods he trusted... Still where would he be? With his ambitions and goals he could think of only two possibilities one made him wonder... the other worried him. The sea seems likely we should go to the western part of the isle karakia is there and although in ruin there should at least one boat in the entire harbor we could salvage. The worry was definitly something that would make him cautious.

Crailek shrugs to Foun, and stands back up, brushing himself off. "Well, with everything you have seen in your life, do you truly doubt the possibility that there is another us? I certainly believe it. Especially with certain messages the Conclave are sending us. The most recent has convinced me of this idea, in fact. It gives me a good idea of where to look, as well... But for now, yes, let us go and see what we can salvage. The sooner we complete this task, the better, I feel." He stretches, and looks to the west.

In truth that worries me... Standing up he stretched motioning for his people to stay there. Search the village ruins collect anything of interest you find try to salvage the buildings and if you find anything that provides the DNA of the lost nekos you may absorb it. Although make sure only fifty people absorb it the rest must not absorb any DNA. There must be enough left over to absorb the DNA of the other sleeping species of the isle. He nods to crailek and motions that they get going.

"Dee.. Enn... Ay..?" asked the people, confused, having never heard the concept before.

Ah, yes DNA it's the base structure of all living things... it is the building blocks of life. Your kind aren't you sleeping? DNA I would guess is what would 'awaken' your true potential. Although he gets a feeling that this knowledge was not something he should know, but perhaps because he is their god and they are his people he is connected to them.

"Dee Enn Ay.." said the creature, mimicking Foun slowly. It made no other comment. It was obvious that mastery over biology was beyond these people, at this time.

He would have to show it to them then. You touch? You become awaken?
He holds out his arm, hopefully this experiment would follow through

(Sorry, man, but we'll wait for Crailek.. if he doesn't post in a few days I'll work something out, but he is still present.)

Crailek just watches, as he had little clue what Foun was talking about, either.

The creature softly, nervously, reaches out to touch its Lord.

Now absorb, feel and copy. It is within you to do so. Reach out and take what is me. It was very possible that this would backfire creating an enemy he wouldn't know how to handle. It was also possible that it would work out perfectly creating a worthy ally and a powerful aide in the protection and reawakening of the isle. The worst possible situation would be that it copied him in a incomplete or corrupt way. Possibly even bringing back Penta or murpheous or worse ... the foun that was ... before he left. The foun filled with hate and lust for revenge for those who had hurt him.

Foun felt a blur form around him, as if the entire world was rushing past him at an unimaginable speed, as felt a huge loss of power as the transaction took place. It wasn't his divine abilities, or anything he held, that fled, but rather potential itself: he felt the Degree of Power be ripped, burnt, sucked from him and he fell..

Crailek saw both the creature and Foun disappear in a blinding flash of light. After a few minutes pass, he'll have regained his sight, but all that is left to see is a strangely intricate circular marking - made, it looked, of silver - carved onto the ground.

(Foun - continue posting in RP FOUN: The Patterned Isles of Penta)

Crailek lets out a low whistle and leans down to study the symbol more closely. "Guess we won't be trying that again for a while..." He mutters to himself.
He puts a hand over the symbol to see how hot it is. If it is tolerable, he reaches down and feels the dirt on and around the symbol.

The symbol is actually quite cool to the touch; Crailek feels strange gravity fluctuations about the glyph, as if it is at once dragging his hand down and up. The dirt itself remains mundane.

Crailek frowns, then stands up, and leaves, for the time being at least. He heads to Anik's realm through a portal.

It was done. Crailek crackled, popped, and was there.

OOC: Yo Crailek aren't you supposed to be here too :P

(( Oh right..))
Crailek appears, and heads back to study the symbol.

Crailek feels sick.. whatever had poisoned him had gotten worse. As he looked upon the glyph, he fell to the ground, screaming as the information raped his mind..

Pattern. Pattern of Methodes, named by Methodes himself, rarely seen; known more commonly as the Pattern of Correspondence. Geotonomantic term. Created by the raw influx of power from one with naturally Geotonomantic tendencies. Power is robbed, but used to create a 'pattern world', more stable and utterly different from anything else created. Current pattern. Leads to the Isles of Penta (2). 'Patterned' Isles of Penta. Created by Foun. Acts as a seal. Only certain individuals may enter. Seals can be linked. Seals can be broken. With enough effort, seals can be entered. A sacrifice of power.

–noun
1. a decorative design, as for wallpaper, china, or textile fabrics, etc.
2. decoration or ornament having such a design.
3. a natural or chance marking, configuration, or design: patterns of frost on the window.
4. a distinctive style, model, or form: a new pattern of army helmet.
5. a combination of qualities, acts, tendencies, etc., forming a consistent or characteristic arrangement: the behavior patterns of teenagers.
6. an original or model considered for or deserving of imitation: Our constitution has been a pattern for those of many new republics.
7. anything fashioned or designed to serve as a model or guide for something to be made: a paper pattern for a dress.
8. a sufficient quantity of material for making a garment.
9. the path of flight established for an aircraft approaching an airport at which it is to land.
10. a diagram of lines transmitted occasionally by a television station to aid in adjusting receiving sets; test pattern.
11. Metallurgy. a model or form, usually of wood or metal, used for giving the shape of the interior of a mold.
12. Numismatics. a coin, either the redesign of an existing piece or the model for a new one, submitted for authorization as a regular issue.
13. an example, instance, sample, or specimen.
14. Gunnery, Aerial Bombing.
a. the distribution of strikes around a target at which artillery rounds have been fired or on which bombs have been dropped.
b. a diagram showing such distribution.
–verb (used with object)
15. to make or fashion after or according to a pattern.
16. to cover or mark with a pattern.
17. Chiefly British Dialect.
a. to imitate.
b. to attempt to match or duplicate.
–verb (used without object)
18. to make or fall into a pattern.

He awakens and immedieatly seeing his beloved in agony he rushes quickly to his side. Crailek! What is wrong please speak to me! He clutches him if he can and tries to think of something that can be done to ease the pain. He had so much to do so many plans what ... He had to think closing his eyes he did just that. First things first, to save his beloved.

As Foun gripped his beloved, however, the image of Crailek withered away and disappeared. A ghost; an apparition, nothing more.

He roared and shook with fury, how could this happen? Then he stopped he remembered his other self and smiled. Perhaps it was time... to let the old foun back out. He laughed a little to himself somewhat manic he stood and smiled at the sky. There would be blood... oh yes there would be blood to pay for this. He cleared his mind although he allowed his vengeance to live, but bottled it up for now. The second priority would be of course ruse... the isle of mist correct? He thought on this and smiled again as he opened a portal. Looking back on that which was left on the ground, yes he would have to find a way to open that portal again...

With several thoughts still running through his mind he left to the isle of mist.

The image of the dragon rising from the mist - destruction, devastation, detestation, degradation - it was really quite warm, yes -

- and Foun was in the Valley of the Mist.

He appeared, his feeling of vengeance was gone. He smiled softly looking up and he couldn't help but weep. He had hoped so much to bring it all back, but now it was no more. He began his work now from what blank books he brought from the tower. He would write three copies of his plans what he had planned to do for the tree to save it. A fourth book would not only hold his plans, but a diary full of his memories and thoughts all he knew and his path and the way of a hunter of truth. All this he would record as quickly as he could.

Hours passed - a night passed - as Foun struggled with his task, but eventually the records were complete, the copies finished.

He sighed now and began to set up the greatest spell he may ever cast in this world. A spell to ensnare, trap, and test any who try to rise the isle. Any who try to take from it what he was to leave behind. It may take days or years for him to finish, but he would work determined to finish what he started in some way.
To those who would finish my work, only those with a heart of a hunter of truth. Only those who have read what I've written and dedicated themselves to my path. Only a true hunter may pass and take what I leave in your safe keeping.

Foun, with unusual prescience, felt alarmed as he began the preliminary invocations before the mighty sorcery. He felt as if he were to continue that he'd be struck down by a force larger, wilder than himself, possibly be destroyed utterly. Foun wasn't as great a magician as he once was, and he estimated that such a spell could - perhaps would - take decades, but even if he had the time.. did he have the strength?

He stops looking up he asks that which is unseen, I suppose you wish me to trust you to do this then? Well of course I do. I suppose it is my own fault, I only wish to be certain that they earn what I leave behind. I do not want these things to be easy for them... very well I trust you and I will leave it as it is. He takes the sleeping terre morte and stabs it into the ground. I only ask that you allow the isle to sink once more to go into the sea as it has done before. If those who wish to follow my path are true then they will find a way to make it rise once more...
He opens the portal to leave, but waits he wishes to see if he was heard if the isle will once more go to the sea. Terre morte his sacred weapon would go with it this time, perhaps if the one who follows his path is worthy... then they may awaken it's true power once more...

The power of sinking an island is needed, and given, ripped from its Lord in exactly the same way power was taken to create another Penta; regardless, the island very slowly began to sink beneath the waves with a wailing, a screeching, the scream of stone on stone. Terra Morta would be forever lost.

He looks up and smiles, I trust that you will open the path to those who can prove themselves... I suppose this is the last of it... goodbye my home... goodbye terre morte... although I remember now your truth we shall not be separated for long. With that he leaves this place.

Silently, the Isles gave their own goodbye. Perhaps Foun would return to Yggdrasil, if there would ever be an Yggdrasil to return to; perhaps not. A certain peace came over the place as it bade its Lord farewell.