[quote=Vortex]
Oh kudos old man kudos indeed, Haedorman though bitterly "You are quiet a arrogant mortal arent you? Demanding to be entertained by the gods, me no less!, and still you are not satisfied! You have the spine request more of me? A god? The greatest god of them all?" Haedorman smiled "Then I must oblige for a host must always entertain his guests no?" He raised his hand and a small sliver tree, twisted with age and covered in a glowing fire arose from the fire pit, on the tree were many flowers and while they were not as good as the original, which Haedorman suspected Tavron created, they were decent enough for Haedorman to be pleased with his own artistic genius. "Are you not yet entertained?" He said to the crowd
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Jormen jumped when the silver tree bursts from the fire. When he saw the fire colored flowers he became uncertain. Was it than that Haedorman created it, and not some other deity? 

No, it could not be. If he had to guess it would be Tavron, the gardener, who granted him the rose. 
Jormen chose to continue the challenge. 

“A beautifull work of art, Haedorman. You are indeed a generous host.”
Jormen held the original rose firmly in his hand. 
“Is there anyone who thinks he can do better than our host? Let’s make it a challenge or a bet of beauty and amazement!”
 [quote=LordMarwain]
A figure stepped forward from the circle. It was a farmer. Something glimmered in his hair. Golden.“You had such a long time watching my work and that is all you could show the people Haedorman? I am disappointed.” Tavon spoke with a stern voice. He then turned to Jormen. With a smile he said, “I will show you who it was that made this rose.”Tavon started humming a tune and then started singing in an ancient language. His words carried far and wide. In the city a flower started to grow. It did not stop growing until it was the size of a large tree, pointing towards the sky. Then another one. And another one. All over the city this event started to occur. And so, all over the city, roughly twenty meters apart from each other, those flowers stood tall as trees. The petals of those flowers were colored in the many colors of the flames. Jormen saw figures atop of the flowers. Each of those huge flowers was carrying a druid wielding a scythe.“Like the old priest told you, a danger like you have never seen before is coming. Now I got eyes in the sky. I will also need eyes on the ground.I’ll trade your secret for a secret of mine. Come with me and I will change your life span to the life span of a mighty tree. Become my eyes on the ground and you will surely have stories to tell.“
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Jormens eyes grew wide when the enormous flowers sprung up around him. Not only was it a display of godly might, but also a sing of great beauty. A tear welled up in the old man’s eyes. 

It was quickly wiped away. There is no time to be sentimental. This is a great opportunity. Tavon’s offer was very tempting, but more could be won here. 

“Tavon! I thank you for your gifts and miracles! I also thank you for picking up Haedorman’s chalange. A game of miracles would be dull with only one player.”
Jormen turned to Haedorman. “However, if I am not mistaken, Haedorman may now reply to your miracle, Tavon. So, deceiver, show us how you could do better than the gardener!” 
“I doubt he can” he whispered to Tavon, smiling broadly as he did.