Bob the Tree Returns to His Old Self

A Poem and an Energy

Handy Pockets
Zleiphneir, I have to leave this realm for a while, can I go next?

Zleiphneir
Ailith was going to go next, but the lady has spoken and says you may.

Handy Pocket
It is a simple poem. I wrote it quickly:

One by one, the players arrive
Each with a story of how to survive
Some will try to repeat horrors told
Others will find new ways to be bold
There is Bob, over us he towers
In this half-circle of healing powers
If you want to protect Bob the tree
Use your energy and we shall see

Ailith closed her eyes and focused on her vital energy.

Zleiphneir
alright…ailith…

Ailith shifted slightly as she changed to her natural form. She opened her eyes to look at Zleiphneir.

Ailith
I need you to do something.

Zleiphneir
Anything.

Ailith
My energy is too strong for Bob to receive without a channel. Would you place your hand on him for me?

Zleiphneir put a hand on Bob and looked at Ailith

Ailith
Bob, my old friend, allow me to aid you in the only way I know how.

Blackwood Forest
Don’t you burn him, Ailith, by accident. Please take care.

Ailith closed her eyes and raised her hands to Z.
:[Spell] From my heart to the tree through – Zleiphneir
Ailith wavered and Zleiphneir’s skin started glowing blue. As Mojomuppet went to steady Ailith, her eyes shot open.

Ailith
Peace be with you, my friend. You have the energy of the Sisters of the Water

Blackwood Forest ensured Zleiphneir did not collapse. Ailith exhaled slowly, and the blue tinge on Zleiphneir’s skin flowed from him into Bob. Zleiphneir shut his eyes tight as he felt quite nauseous, clasping a hand over his mouth to stop from throwing up. All eyes turned to Bob, but, again, nothing.

Anatoli
Nothing seems changed.

Mr Mystery muttered to himself while he left, “Pi…hu….dea…”