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The Planter of Seeds, a little fae girl skips over to stand before the Well of
Souls, and raises her voice in a gentle, sing-song voice. She smiles skywards as
her eyes flutter closed, her toes wiggling and digging into the rich soil of the
Faethorn.

The Planter of Seeds, a little fae girl allows her voice to rise up, consuming
all sound near her as an ethereal wind whips up, grabbing at her hair and little
blue dress as they pull at her, though she seems undisturbed.

The air about the Planter of Seeds, a little fae girl ripples gently with power,
as the Well of Souls veritably hums with latent powers, spurts of water rising
up out of its depths and spraying upon the nearby ground, soaking the grass and
soil.

As the Planter of Seeds, a little fae girl's song reaches its peak, the skies
above the Faethorn darken momentarily, flaring with energies.
High above the Faethorn the skies darken as the unified chanting of the Fae
echoes across the Ethereal Realm, before a streak of silver lightning reaches
downwards like a long finger.

The Planter of Seeds, a little fae girl twists about violently as though
struggling with something, though never allowing her song to falter. The
whimsical words pass through your awareness, incomprehensible, lilting fae words
that are quickly forgotten.
A streak of twisting black lightning arcs down from the darkened skies above the
Faethorn towards its heart, the chanting of the fae drowned out by the sweet,
lilting song of a young fae girl.

As the bolts of silver and black lightning enter the Well of Souls they fade,
though the depths churn with their energies.
The skies above the Faethorn lighten as the twin streaks of lightning fade from
vision, and the chanting begins to grow quiet in anticipation.

Before the Well of Souls, a small sapling sprouts, its leaves silver tinged with
darkness, ever shifting depending upon the angle at which it is viewed. Two
small, emerald pods appear upon the bush, pushing through the leaves and
branches.

The Planter of Seeds, a little fae girl giggles and digs her toes into the soil
once more, parting it with her hands. Suddenly an emerald bush sprouts up.

The Planter of Seeds, a little fae girl sighs softly as her song ends on a final
lingering note, the glow around her form fading.

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A sickly crimson seed sinks into the thick muck, before bobbing back to the surface.
Small ripples travel across the surface of the thick mud as a sickly crimson seed
begins to jerk and spasm chaotically.

A sickly crimson seed forms a crack down the centre of its shell, where one end
once met the other. Emerald vines promptly shoot forth, digging into the filthy muck
of the Swamps of Putrid Pestilence.

A sickly crimson seed sinks completely into the muck, though several emerald vines
shoot upwards, before twining together and glowing with a soft emerald light, combining
to form a small sapling, which promptly sprouts a single, silvery-black leaf.

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A pale alabaster seed quivers upon the blessed sands of Holy Celestia, shifting
at regular intervals as it slowly sinks into the grains of sand.

A pale alabaster seed cracks slightly down the centre of the shell, where one
end once met the other. Emerald vines promptly shoot forth, digging into the
sands of Celestia, pulling the sands over the seed.

A pale alabaster seed disappears completely beneath the sacred sands, moments
later a small emerald sapling popping up in its place, which sprouts a single,
silvery-black leaf.

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Xenthos puts a jagged piece of sceptre into the Well of Souls.
The pommel of the sceptre slips into the waters of the well and floats awaiting
the other pieces.

Xenthos puts a long piece of a sceptre into the Well of Souls.
The metallic handle softly brushes against the pommel of the sceptre and the two
are rejoined as one.

Xenthos puts a sceptre's mount into the Well of Souls.
The small guard softly clinks against the handle of the sceptre and the two
merge as one, nearly completing it.

Xenthos puts an enormous diamond into the Well of Souls.
The glittering moonstone sinks softly into the waters, binding onto the
re-created sceptre and making it whole once more.

The silver rose sinks into the glistening waters of the well and its shimmering
light infuses the now complete sceptre.
The sceptre rises from its resting place within the waters and sends out a
triumphant white light before it disappears in a flash, returning to its
rightful bearer's hand.

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Queen Maeve of the Fae exclaims, "Ah, you have compiled my sceptre!"

Queen Maeve of the Fae says, "A moment while I focus."

Queen Maeve of the Fae bows her head and focuses upon her sceptre.

Queen Maeve of the Fae raises her right hand high, her sceptre forming within
her grasp.

Queen Maeve of the Fae exclaims, "So be it!"

You see Queen Maeve of the Fae shout, "Peace cannot last while the beasts lie
awake, so surrender now to the call of eternal sleep!"
Queen Maeve of the Fae lifts her sceptre high into the air, the diamond at its
crown flaring with a sylvan light.

Queen Maeve of the Fae says, "Thank you, Sarrasri, for your assistance - and
that of both communes. For your efforts, I bestow upon you a new honour."

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She enacted the Rite of hai'Gloh Zemordia in defense of Faethorn.