[quote=Berdagon]
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!” 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.
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Haedorman scoffed at the sight, it was pretty to be sure but no where as gorgeous as he his own creation "You were always one to show off weren't you Tavon?" He said which was fairly ironic. Haedorman was silent for a few moments thinking of what to conjure up next for this dammed mortal, then he lazily moved his hands about and the silver tree warped and twisted once more, growing to a great height and when it stopped it was clear what shape it had took, one of a woman who was not at all modestly dressed. That would have been enough for the mortal but Haedorman knew that Tavon would beat him again and so he waved his hands once again. The lady trees leaves rustled to wind which was not there and the trunk ached as though it were falling "Hello Jormen" was the sound that left the tree ladies lips