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The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

@Lord Sawsaw2@Lmpkio
I can get a post up after work. Would Arianna still be waiting on the S-class landing?

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

Me formatting is a bit off on the header and it may be a bit rushed, but I'll fix it later. Gotta go to work now. Peace~

- Edited post so that Pan doesn't just immediately dip from the scene. Whoops haha!

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

Old Man Pan

_{Eloise@Lord Sawsaw2 | Dreadlin@Lmpkio}

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^{Luna Lake shoreline - opposite Luna Crescente}

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Unlike Pan, Squirrel was a very light sleeper. The first few vibrations were enough to wake up the little guy, who immediately shot up and began looking around. Panic hit the little guy as soon as he picked up on the roar. Something big was coming. Something very big and very loud.

He hopped off Pan and began tugging on the old man’s right hand the best he could...but to no avail. Pan was out like a light. So, instead, Squirrel moved on to the necklace. Grabbing it by the string, the furry friend pulled with all his might, but again, no dice.

This was bad. Those creatures, as Squirrel could now hear the large beating wings, were getting close. He crossed over the old man, putting himself between the old man and the source of the scary sounds. In a desperate move, Squirrel then began to push against Pan’s ribs, trying to roll the old man over.

It was about this time that the first beast crashed into the water. Squirrel began to nervously chatter and doubled up on his efforts. By some miracle, it worked. Sort of.

The old man rolled onto his side, still soundly asleep. Luckily, this was just far enough for him to move to avoid getting doused in the displaced water. Squirrel, however, was not so lucky. As soon as the old man moved, the squirrel felt a mixture of pride and relief. Moving the old man was certainly possible. He could do it. He could be the hero. He coul-

The water caught Squirrel completely off-guard. He was drenched. And to make matters worse, the old man rolled back onto his back...exactly where he had been. He even ripped a loud snore. It wasn’t fair. Squirrel began to shake to at least dry himself a little bit. He felt soaked to the co-

Pan awoke with a fright as soon as a little bit of water sprayed him. He made a loud, sudden gasping sound, which caught Squirrel completely unaware. The little furry friend shot straight up into the air before landing completely sprawled out as each limb tried to head off in a different direction. His tiny squirrel heart was beating like crazy. He fainted.

Pan noticed the wet, panicked squirrel and shook his head.

“How inconsiderate! Dontcha go wakin’ me up jus’ cuz ya fell in, friend!” Pan laughed at his buddy. It was about this time that the old man finally noticed the raging battle going on before him, thanks to the screeching wyvern. And what a sight it was: two huge lizard monsters duking it out in the lake. Pan let out a bit of a cheer when the spikey one lobbed off the flappy one’s tail...though the celebration was short lived. A wave was heading his way.

With speed and fluidity that should be impossible for somebody his age, Pan quickly rolled onto his feet, having both grabbed his walking stick and scooped up his lazy squirrel buddy in the process. He took a few hopping steps backwards before clearing the wave, which harmlessly crashed onto the shore.

The old man began howling with laughter as the spikey one watched the flappy one flap away and slowly sunk into the lake. About this time, Pan heard a young voice call his name and mention both Arianna and Dreadlin. That’s about all he got before the latter rose from the lake and young ‘un fainted, eliciting even more cackling from the old man.

Focusing on the lizardman for a moment, all joy left the old man's face, replaced with a look of pure disapproval and disappointment the likes of which only forged in the fires of fatherhood.

"Ya best not have hurt none o' me trees, boy." He barked using his best, most intimidating Dad voice... unfortunately his composure only lasted a few moments before the old man burst into a wide, toothless grin. Yer gonna get him next time, friend."

“Dis generation…always sleepin’ on da job,” he jabbed, making his way towards the fainted. He stopped and regarded her for a moment before heading to the water, scooping up some in his hand, and returning. He then dropped the cupped water directly on her face, howling again when it landed.

“Up ‘n’ attem, lads! Littl’ Ria be callin’ fer us!” Pan rallied, a twinkle in his eyes. He offered a friendly wink towards Dreadlin."Wouldn't wanna keeper waitin', would ya?

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

Old Man Pan

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^{Pan’s Sacred Grove || Luna Lake Shoreline - Opposite Luna Crescente}

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_{@Lord Sawsaw2}

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On the far side of Luna Lake beyond even the gorgeous tower known to the locals as The Nest, there lies a most unusual forest. It covers a fairly large area which supposedly was little more than a wide open field just a few years back, but there it stands all the same: tall and mighty, and growing rapidly.

The trees at the center of this peculiar forest are perhaps even stranger than its sudden appearance. They tower over the others in the forest with leaves of white as pure as snow. As beautiful as they are, there is something haunting about the albino trees. They grow very close together and very wide. In fact, they grow so close and so wide that in the deepest part of the grove, they actually block out the sun, leaving the only light to be the strange soft glow of their leaves, something usually only noticeable at night..

The people of Luna Crescente tend to avoid this grove, as some believe it to be haunted by vengeful forest spirits and mischievous imps. The mages of Harpy’s Wing, however, have a different name for these spirits and imps.

They call him Pan.

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Scene Background Sounds

The birds seemed happy. This was a good sign. The old man who had been slowly following the stream kneeled down by the water. His knees cracked, as they often did now, loud enough to stir the little ball of fluff he cradled with one arm. The squirrel hopped from the old man’s arm and looked from side to side. It then laid down flat, rubbing it’s belly on the soft ground and stretching out each limb one by one before letting out a silent yawn. Pan couldn’t help but chuckle upon hearing the little squirrel’s own joints pop and crackle.

“Yer gettin’ old, friend.” he laughed, although the truth of the statement tasted a bit bitter. He noticed more and more grey in the squirrel’s fur every day. Or perhaps it would be more apt to say that he noticed less and less brown. Either way, the thought left Pan’s head as soon as the squirrel began chattering, which took for protest and laughed even harder.

When his furry friend decided to drink from the stream, Pan followed suit. He dipped one gnarled hand into the creek and cupped up a drink. The cool water was refreshing to the old man’s cracked and dry lips. And the taste...oh how sweet it was. And clean. The old man’s first instinct was to greedily drink from the stream until he swelled up and burst...but he resisted the urge. Tonight he would break the fast, but for now he must be content with just them minimum amount of water. He took two more drinks before dragging the back of his forearm across his lips and raising back to his feet, knees cracking in protest the whole time.

Perhaps in another forest, Pan might need to worry about the water, but not here. Not in his grove. The presence of the sacred tree kept the land pure and the waters free of taint. For this, he owed them thanks.

The old man moved up stream just a ways to a lone white-leafed tree. He placed a still dripping palm upon the trunk and closed his eyes, muttering a prayer. As he had countless times before. As he would countless times going forward. A very faint glow would emanate from the old man’s hand. The tree’s bark, which had been rubbed clean off in spots, began to grow. Slowly, ever so slowly, the bark above and below the rub closed in tighter and tighter, until the exposed layer was covered with bark so cleanly fused that one would never notice that it had ever been anything but.

The old man apologized to the tree. Of course, it wasn’t he that rubbed the tree raw, that likely being some buck in the rut. No, he was apologizing for not getting to it sooner. The rut was months ago and he had neglected his duty. But the trees were benevolent beings. They would understand.

Satisfied with his work, the old man turned and continued heading downstream, towards the lake.

His elderly squirrel friend followed close behind, delicious acorn in tow.

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The duo arrived at the shoreline some time later. Having filled up on acorn as they walked, Pan’s little buddy had apparently tuckered himself out and decided to hitch a ride back on the old man’s arm, where he promptly fell back into his nap. Pan walked a bit slower and more carefully, which made the trip much longer, but that was fine. He wasn’t in any rush.

Should his eyesight be a bit better, perhaps Pan would have noticed the group of people on the bank of the island in the center of the lake. But it wasn’t, so he didn’t. He did notice the Nest however. It was pretty hard to miss, all things considered. He could see the city beyond the tower of course, but it compared little to the beauty of the Nest, or at least in Pan's mind it did. It was a sight to behold, that’s for sure. Pan stood admiring the Harpy’s home for a few moments before he bent over and laid his sleeping companion on a nice, soft mound of dirt that he had built.

The land made a smooth transition into the water for pretty much the entire shoreline, save for right where the stream met the lake. Here the land was raised just a bit. It was nothing extreme, just enough for the old man to have a seat and soak his feet without having to sit in the water. He drove his walking stick into the ground and used it to help lower himself down. Getting up might be a bit tricky, but that was fine. For now, he just wanted to dip his feet.

The water felt amazing. Almost immediately, Pan felt his feet loosen and what seemed like years of pain left him. It would only be temporary, he knew that, but for now he would be content just soaking his feet for a little while. The way the sun hit this particular spot at this particular time was absolutely perfect. So, not wanting to waste an opportunity, Pan laid back, resting his head on his folded hands. He closed his eyes, just planning on resting them for a bit before getting back to work.

Shortly later, Pan felt something furry climb onto his chest and spin around a couple times before finally getting settled.

In a matter of moments, the two best friends were snoozing in the sun.

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

Welp. Updated Pan's relations with the Harpies. Will get to the Hand after some sleep.

If anybody has any requests, ideas, what have you, hit me up. Otherwise, I'm winging it.
Feel free to lemme know if you want me to change whatever I put down between your character and Pan.

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

@Lord Sawsaw2
Aye aye, cap'n. It's me last night of work for the week, so I'll get those whipped out as soon as I get home.

-EDIT-

Well...after some sleep. Weird night.

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

In case anyone needs a tl;dr for this cast:

Harpy's Wing = Never-ending group hug | Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants | Hufflepuffs 4 lyfe

Golem's Hand = Hot Topic | Don't talk about Fight Club | Slytherin r00lz

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

@pkken
That's pretty much what I was thinking too, so that works for me. Here's hoping that seeing that big ol' tree popping up outta nowhere won't make the old man bite the big one!

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

@Lord Sawsaw2
I don't really have a preference on the matter, so if you have an idea, I'm game. If not, well...I don't see Pan saying no if asked for help. Probably wouldn't sit well with the old man to just sit around while a bunch of youngsters put themselves in danger.

@Lmpkio
I didn't know how much I wanted that until right now. Bless you fire dinosaur man.

The Sky And The Earth II - A Fairy Tail Adventure Reborn

Old Man Pan

“Him’s there’s muh squirrel friend. Him says to me, ‘No nuts, no heals’, and him’s da boss, so I reckon dat’s dat heh heh.”

Basic Info

Name:: Pan

Nickname/Alias:: The Hermit, Old Man Pan, Ol’ Pan, Pan of the Woods, Pan the Piper, The Green Man

Gender:: Male

Age and date of birth:: 75 | 20th of March

Guild:: Harpy’s Wing - Green on left ribs

Rank:: A-Class

Personal Information

Personality::

Forgetful, clumsy, and a bit scatterbrained, Pan is...well...some may say ‘eccentric’. Others prefer ‘stark-raving mad’. However one decides to look at it, it’s pretty obvious that the elder’s grip on reality is tenuous at best, though he does at time display signs of uncharacteristic clairity. Whether this is due to the years of intense isolation he’s endured, the senility setting in, or some combination of both is anyone’s guess. Still, if he is going mad, the old man seems to enjoy it. He's relentlessly optimistic and rarely seen without a toothless grin. And his hearty cackle is all too familiar to anybody's who has been the victim of one of his rather odd pranks.

Lunacy aside, Pan is harmless. Quite literally so, as the old man walks the path of the pacifist, viewing violence as the last, most desperate option. He abhors it, actually, and will instead go to any length to resolve a conflict in the most peaceful way possible. Should combat be unavoidable, Ol’ Pan prioritizes subduing his opponent or rendering them unconscious over inflicting damage. It’s not unusual for him to heal his foe’s injuries after battle.

The old man, it could be argued, is rather naive: believing that all people are innately good. He’s a kind man, the sort who’d give the very shirt off his back to a stranger...well, if he wore shirts. He has love for all people, but he treasures those of his guild most of all. For them, he’d risk his very life to protect. Perhaps the only thing Pan values more would be nature. The forest is sacred to the hermit, and he will not abide any unnecessary destruction to it.

Maintaining and protecting the forest is his penance after all.

History::

The weather-beaten old buffoon known as Pan hasn’t always been the happy-go-lucky grandpa of the Harpie’s Wing. No, his was the way of the warrior: fiercely fighting to protect both the mighty forest and the village hidden within from all who would seek to defile them. He walked the same path as his father and as his father’s father before him. All the way back as far as could be remembered.

This was the responsibility of the chief. To protect. To provide. To preserve.

In his youth, Pan’s blood ran much hotter. He was quick to anger and even quicker to come to blows. And as the chief’s son with control over the village’s strongest magic, he was a force to be reckoned with. It was his suggestion that, rather than wait for trouble to come to the forest, the tribe should seek and root out evil before it had a chance to strike. This idea rallied the youth of the village despite the elders warning against it. Pan’s father forbid the plan, but the young warrior saw it as a chance to prove himself worthy of becoming chief. So he, along with his younger brothers and other strong, young warriors, set out to rid the land of demons.

It was a mistake.

Without a clear destination or goal in mind, Pan’s crusade succeeded in eliminating some of the wandering demonic threat... but it left the village vulnerable. By the time the campaign ended and the warriors returned home, they would find that the village had been attacked several times over, and while they succeeded in preventing the complete destruction of the village, many casualties were had.

The village never would quite return to it’s full strength.

The event changed Pan. The lives lost and destruction caused, that was on him, and it’s something that weighs on him to this very day. He became much more cautious and careful. The magic that he was so proud of, the Grand Tree Arc magic, he forbid himself from using. A chief that could not protect his village was a chief that was unworthy of such a power. He instead devoted himself to the Healing Magic. He failed to protect the village and he vowed that would never happen again.

As time passed and Pan grew into a man, eventually it was time for him to take the mantle of Chief. He was hesitant to take the role at first, but tradition dictated that it would have to be him. So he accepted.

His time as chief was actually a surprisingly peaceful period in the village’s history. He expanded the defenses of the village greatly and focused on rebuilding from the attacks some years past. And while there were some attacks down the line, they were minor at best and easily fended off. He found himself unknowingly becoming much the same kind of man as his father: patient, kind, and centered.

The village flourished.

And soon enough, it was time for his son to take his place.

Pan did his best to raise his children right, so that they would learn from his mistakes and become better people. And to some extent, he was successful. He passed down the ancient magic he had forbid for himself, with the hopes that his son would prove to be much more worthy of it. He stuck around long enough to help guide his son until he felt comfortable that the boy could lead the village down the right path. Then, as is tradition, he left the village to wander the woods. To protect it. To provide for it. To preserve it. As his son served the village, he would serve the forest.

Yet it seems Pan failed his village a second time. A generation of peace lulled the village into complacency, and one terrible day, calamity struck. Pan wasn’t around for the attack, but he did see the aftermath some time later. The village was gone, with only graves marking the once proud tribe’s home.

Pan was devastated. He blamed himself. Could he have saved them if he had been there? Had he not prepared his son properly to defend the village? Would things be different if he hadn’t weakened the village so much all those decades prior?

There was no way of knowing. Pan had assumed that most, if not all, had died in the attack. Or if there were any survivors, they’d likely have scattered across the world.

So Pan returned to his duty.

Some time later, rumors spread across the land of a spirit that would appear from time to time in the woods. If you respected the woods, it would help you in your time of need. If not, then it would remove you from the forest. Some claimed the creature was as tall as the trees with a barklike hide and eyes of emerald green. Others claimed that no, it was a tiny imp that hid within the underbrush, waiting for the perfect time to steal your shoes.

Eventually, however, some light was finally spilled on the situation when a mage of the Harpie’s Wing guild investigated the reports and found the so-called “Green Man” to be little more than some old codger living out in the woods with apparently a couple screws loose. The mage helped him fend off a group of poachers that were hunting an ancient beast that dwelled deep in the forest, and in return, he agreed to return with her to her “Nest.”

Pan was moved by the love and camaraderie the mages of Harpy’s Wing had for one another. It reminded him very much of his beloved village. So when he was asked to lend them his strength, he agreed right away.

Nowadays, Pan’s a common sight in the Nest or the woods by the lake, and the rumors of the Green Man’s antics are as healthy as ever before.

Magic

Magic Name:: Healing Roots Magic

Description:: A holder type magic utilized primarily by female warriors Pan’s tribe, it relies on the use of the branches of the sacred tree in order to heal others via roots and moss created via a mixture of the magic within the branch and within the mage. Can not be used to heal the user of this Magic as the Magic Power supplied by the caster must differ from that of the target in order for the healing element to have any effect.

Should the mage be separated from his or her sacred tree branch, they will be unable to utilize the healing factor of their spells.

Known Spells::

Healing Roots Magic Spell List

Clean Moss: Creates a layer of moss on the sacred branch which can either be applied to the skin to heal minor external wounds, or ingested to heal minor internal wounds. Has no effect on the mage who created it. Has a shelf life of about ten minutes before the healing property fades. Very bitter taste.

Weaving Roots: Tiny rootlike plants sprout on the user’s hand which, when run over an external wound (punctures, lacerations, or abrasions) can pull the skin back together and stitch them shut. Roots applied this way remain until the wound is fully healed or depleted of magic power, at which time they die and crumble off. This is the primary spell within Healing Roots Magic for healing external wounds. For max effectiveness, the caster must remain in contact channeling magic power through the roots. If contact is severed, the remaining magic power is used up before the roots die. The more extensive the wound, the more time and magic power required to repair.

Can be used to reconnect very recently removed limbs or extremities, though the effectiveness heavily depends on how soon it can be reattached.

Barkskin: A variation of Weaving Roots, Barkskin is used to treat avulsions. Roots are weaved over the exposed tissue while the skin is reconstructed. When the wound is heal or when magic power is depleted, the bark falls off. Can be applied to a target when not injured to serve as a sort of temporary regenerative armor that can either protect against light attacks or heal minor wounds, though without being constantly resupplied with the caster’s magic power, will die within ten minutes.

Invasive Weaving Roots: Another variation of Weaving Roots, and the primary means of healing internal wounds with Healing Roots Magic. Like the base spell, constant channeling is required for max effectiveness. The more extensive the wound, the more time and magic power required to repair. Like the name implies, Invasive Weaving Roots starts with a layer of tiny rootlike plants sprouting on the caster’s hands. For this variation however, the roots must then enter the target’s body. This may either occur via making a small incision around the injured area, using another already existing open wound, or going through the mouth. The roots are then grown until they reach the injured area and can begin their work. Once the roots are used up and die, they are absorbed by the target’s body, dispensing plenty of yummy nutrients. Extensive knowledge of the target’s anatomy is required for this spell to function without damaging more of the body. If the roots can reach the internal wound directly, they can rejuvenate the organ or tissue rapidly. If not…

Rejuvenation Resonance: A spell used in conjunction with Weaving Roots and the many variations: Rejuvenation Resonance expels the contained magic into a the tissue around it, which speeds up the body’s natural repair speed. It’s primarily used to heal wounds that the mage is unable to view properly. The regeneration rate of this method is much slower compared to the speed of direct Weaving Roots, but it’s useful for when a quick blind fix is required. Requires the caster to be in contact with the Weaving Roots in order to be used.

Clean Mist: A spell combining parts of both Clean Moss and Rejuvenation Resonance: The caster mixes Clean Moss inside their mouth with addition magic power before exhaling a green transparent gas up to fifteen meters around the caster. Heals minor wounds upon contact, and minor wounds upon inhalation. Can be delivered directly via exhaling into someone’s mouth in order to heal major wounds to the lungs, though Invasive Weaving Roots is usually the better method. Great for joint pain!

Regrowth: Perhaps the most powerful of the Healing Roots Magic, Regrowth takes on a different role than the other spells. Whereas most spells in the school are focused on slow, precise healing to minimize the strain it would put on the target and the magic power cost the mage would have to pay, Regrowth is an intense burst of general healing power. It cranks the body’s normal healing factor into overdrive causing rapid cell growth in the target. Major wounds can be repaired all over the body, but the pain the target experiences is great. The caster must use roughly a third of their stored power in order to cast this spell.

The appearance of this spell is that of a bright green orb being shot from the sacred tree branch. It’s got a range of about fifteen meters, but cannot go through obstacles and may be intercepted.

It’s a great tool in a pinch, but it does significantly exhaust the caster, with overuse easily leading to death.

Magic Name:: Lesser Tree Magic

Description:: A caster type magic utilized primarily by the male members of Pan’s tribe, Lesser Tree Magic was developed to mimic spells used in Great Tree Arc magic, yet on a much smaller scale. While not as destructive as the parent magic, Lesser Tree Magic does have many defensive applications.

Known Spells::

Lesser Tree Magic Spell List

Tree Merge: A spell that allows its user to merge with trees, aiding them in remaining undetected by others. Mages with strong sensory abilities, however, can still detect them. This version of the spell does not allow for the mage to cast additional spells while remaining hidden. Requires physical contact with targeted tree. Magic Root has no interaction with this spell.

Tree Merge (Storage): A variation on the standard Tree Merge, this spell allows for the mage to store items within trees. Mages with strong sensory abilities can detect trees currently storing objects or those that recently were used. Limited combat application, as objects stored in trees can be removed by anyone as trees under this spell do not regain their solidness until the object is removed or the magic power dissipates, at which time the item is pushed out. Magic Root can be used to cast this spell. Requires contact.

Magic Root: The Magic Root is easily the root of Lesser Tree Magic. It creates a lightly shimmering, blue, whip-like root with a frayed end extending from either the mage's hand or catalyst (Staff), typically about ten meters long. Due to the Magic Root being constructed entirely out of condensed, harden magic, it allows for the whip to be surprisingly durable and strong. While the destructive potential of the weapon is low, it does excel in disarming or subduing foes, and thanks to it's magical makeup, the mage can make rather precise movements at any point along the whip.

Yet the Magic Root's primary function isn't that of a weapon, but as a tool to be used to extend the Mage's range. It does this by acting as a sort conduit for their Magic Power, allowing them to utilize their spells which require physical contact from a much safer distance. Granted, if physical contact was required before, the Magic Root will still have to make contact with the target, however ranged spells can be used with the starting point of the spell now being anywhere along the length of the root. While around ten meters is the standard length of the Magic Root, the mage can extend this up to about twenty meters to maximize the effective range of their spells in exchange for losing their primary weapon against close-range enemies.

The Magic Root is a rather efficient spell as the Magic Power used in creating it can be regained by simply reabsorbing the whip; however, it is possible for a foe to sever the root before the mage can consume it, in which case all the magic is simply lost. Should a max length root be severed at the base (mage's hand or catalyst), then the mage will have lost a significant amount of strength.

Thrive: A minor spell used to grow existing plant life. Can be used to speed up the growth of new trees, repair damaged trees, force fruit trees to flower, and ripen fruit still on trees. Requires maintained contact with target tree, either physically or via the Magic Root. Useful for surviving in the woods.

Harden: A minor spell used to rapidly add layers of hardened bark to existing trees. Requires maintained contact with target tree, either physically or via the Magic Root. Useful in conjunction with other Lesser Wood Magic spells to increase effectiveness.

Tree Wall: Requires either an existing root network underneath the intended area or the caster to have suitable seeds/sprouts/cuttings. Tree Wall does pretty much what the name implies: it makes a wall out of trees. These trees grow either from the existing roots or the supplied seed, close enough to form a solid wall. The more prep time the mage has, the stronger the wall can be. Growth once the spell is released is fairly rapid. Five meter range without contact, though the mage can also use this spell through contact with target tree, either physically or via the Magic Root.

Root Trap: A delayed spell used to disarm, delay, or subdue enemies. Very useful in defensive tactics. The mage primes a tangle of roots to ensnare the first thing to run over it after a set time. The more roots available, the more effective the trap. While the spell can be used anywhere roots are present, it truly shines in forest environments where every tree could be a potential trap. Requires a small prep time in which more magic power can be used to increase the duration of the spell. At the minimum, unsprung traps can last ten minutes after which the spell dissipates and the traps will no longer fire. Sprung traps will utilize the remaining magic power of the trap to tighten their grip and spread to fully wrap the victim, meaning the sooner a trap fires, the more effective it will be. After the magic dissipates, the roots will no longer fight the victim, making it rather easy to untangle one's self. Requires uninterrupted channeling to set up the trap with a range of five meters or contact either physically or via the Magic Root. Once trap is set, the mage does not have to remain in the area.

Root Trap (Lethal): A variation of the standard Root Trap spell and one Pan will not use unless in an extremely desperate situations as this method destroys the roots used for the spell: Root Traps set under this spell will prioritize injuring their victims. The roots in this situation weave together to form piercing ends, with the hairs weaving into thorn-like protrusions along the length of the root. The initial burst will attempt to pierce the victim, then settle into wrapping the victim and slicing it with thorns. Highly effective against unsuspecting, lightly-armored foes. Due to the nature of this spell, traps of this variation last only half the normal duration while costing more minimum magic power and having a slightly longer prep time.

Root Cage: Utilizing either the root network underground or nearby trees, the caster moves roots toward the target with the intent of tangling them up. In more heavily wooded areas, roots and branches can be used to connect to other nearby trees thus forming a sort of cage, hence the name. The more available roots, the more solid the cage can initially be, although the mage can channel the spell in order to strengthen the cage. Ten meter range, though can be extended via use of the Magic Root.

Lesser Forest Treant: One of the more powerful spells of Lesser Tree Magic, the mage animates nearby trees. The lesser treants are capable of thrashing about, blocking attacks, or capturing foes, yet they are limited in that they are rooted to place. Depending on how much magic the caster is
willing to use, anywhere between one to four trees may be animated simultaneously, although the spell lasts only as long as the mage channels it. The spell has a ten meter range in which it can be cast without physical contact, however as is with most other Lesser Tree Magic spells, this range can be extended via use of the Magic Root. There is a bit of a delay between commands issued by the mage and the animated tree carrying them out when used in this manner though, and control (and by extension, the animation itself) can be broken by severing the the root link between the mage and target tree.

Other

• Wears a simple cloth covering up his shameful bits. Otherwise, no shirt, no shoes, no problem.

• Birds often use Pan’s branch as a perch. Pan often whistles along with them.

• A little squirrel follows Pan around wherever he goes. He uses Pan’s matted hair and beard as nut storage. It’s cool though, he’s his squirrel friend.

• Claims to be able to speak with wildlife. Cannot actually speak with wildlife.

• Surprisingly spry for someone his age.

Relatives::

Damian Ivorn - Grandson - Presumed Deceased

Possessions::

• Sacred Tree Branch - A branch of one of the sacred trees of Pan’s old village. Holds significant importance to Pan. Used as both a catalyst for Healing Roots Magic and a handy walking stick. May plant parts of the branch in order to grow more Sacred Trees.

• Beaded Necklaces - Traditional necklaces worn by members of Pan’s old tribe. His in particular are to signify both his former position as chief and his current role as Forest Hermit.

Theme Song::

Pan's Opinions

Arianna Carolina
"Little ol’ Ria? Ho heh heh! Her’s doin’ right by th’ guild, I tells ya." The bird perched upon the old man’s walking stick chirps excitedly before flapping up to a nearby tree from which tiny chirping can be heard, causing Pan to nod his head sagely. “Aye, frien’! Her’s jus’ like you, innit? Jus’ a littl’ birdie lookin’ afta her babes, ho ho!”

Pan stares off into the distance for a few moments before almost whispering, “Let’s hope she sticks around awhile longer.”

Illedrith Adrasia
A wide, toothless smile spreads across Pan’s face at the mention of Illedrith’s name."Missie! Now dat lass gotta good head on ‘er shouldahs. Aye, real good. Ain’t a better reason t’ fight den t’ protect da family."

“When dis…” Pan taps his temple with two gnarled fingers. “...agrees wi’ dis…” Now the chest, right over his heart. “Das when a warrior be real strong. Das why her’s a good ‘un.”

Ceri
Pan’s little squirrel friend, who had been searching for some nuts in the little forest clearing, finally found one and began chattering loudly. Pan hikes a thumb back at the little guy."Him’s dere says him likes her, so her’s okie dokie t’ dis ol’ geezer, heh ho ho ehe!"

Pan’s laughter ends abruptly as he goes completely deadpan and leans forward. “Jus’ ‘tween us…” he pauses, pulling a hand up to his mouth. “...her’s really one o’ dem ghosties. Takes ‘way babes in da night.”

The old man let’s that sentence hang in the air before a grin slowly spreads across his face. He offers a wink before bursting into a cackling fit.

Kyuuten Rallis
With arms folded tight and brows tightly furrowed, one might think that the stern look upon Pan’s face were real...if it weren’t obvious that he was fighting off a smile."Him’s said what ‘bout me?! I ain’t dat dam old! Ya tell dat boy dat I’ll...I’ll...turn ‘im up...side...do...wn...an’...s.......zz...zZzzzZZz..."

…

For several moments, Pan seemed to snooze peacefully before the old man’s head, which had slowly tilted town and to the side, suddenly snapped back, his eyes wide awake.

“Him’s a good boy. Got’s him a good heart, ya?”

Saeko
Pan gazes off into the distance again, eyes unfocused. “Ya ever ‘ear dat lass’ story? A littl’ birdie lemme know. Issa sad one, sure. Lotsa young ones in da guild got dem some sad ones, unfortunately. Issa dam shame. But dat brudder o’ her’s… “ The old man shakes his head and spits at the ground before speaking again. “Just leavin’ him’s littl’ sista all alone like dat… dat ain’t right. I’d like ta knock some sense into him!”

“Now don’t be sayin’ nothin’ to her, I ain’t gettin’ her hopes up, but I been lookin’ fer him when I gets me jobs. Call it muh littl’ side project. Ain’t found nothin’ yet doe...dat lad be a slippery one. But I ain’t givin’ up. Family belongs together. Yeah...”

Dreadlin Nauss
Hearing Dreadlin’s name pulls Pan from his little trance and all of a sudden the old man is grinning ear to ear again. “Ho ho ho! Him’s m’ scaley buddy! ‘n’ good company at dat, yes indeedy! I gots me lotsa sunbathin’ ta do if’n wanna get all scaley’d up like ol’ Scales, heh heh heh heh-" The old man’s laughter evolves into a full blown coughing fit which lasts for more than a few moments. After it passes and he wipes his mouth with the back of his arm, and signals for the next name on the list.

Cyril Parjure
"Gesundheit. Dontcha go catchin’ no colds now."

Alexandria Galtemalos
"Dey be callin’ her da Lady o’ War ‘n’ I hear dat her lives up t’ da name.” Pan shakes his head. “Issa shame dat. Her’s too young to havta know war like that. Da young should get t’ live carelessly.”

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