The Seed

This civilization thing might be a little overrated. The moves and countermoves may be a little too much for me to handle. I have always been able to reason or figure my way through a situation and come out having a good handle on everything and everyone involved but events seem to be slipping through my grasp. The power of death seems to be growing stronger within the party and it is becoming harder and harder to channel that into new growth and blooming life.
 
I came across a very special seed and didn't realize it at first, but its magical power has been calling out to me and I have finally learned its nature. It sprouts a magical protective oak among many other possible outcomes. I think I upset Akora when I planted it though because she did not come home last night.
 
I was beginning to question the motivations of the men in our group, it appeared at first that their hearts were not actually behind the quest that they had agreed to. They seemed to come around with a gentle reminder though. I do not like people who don't follow through with verbal contracts. One strike Davwyn... one strike...