The hunters now no longer in the power of the magic of the hunters elder's magic they were now thinking like regularly grass pixies once again. Though they were thinking like Hunter grass pixies as such they were having the uncomfortable thought that perhaps in launching their hunt they had made their prey much more dangerous than he had been before considering how deep they had made it into its lair.
Luckily for them before the hunters could find themselves spiraling to deeply into what ifs and should have the skilled and respected hunter Grokal was able to get them back on track. " Alright we got a job to do. So let's get to it.." Grokal stated simply showing once again how he was a man of few words.
Though those few words were exactly what his fellow hunters needed to hear as they focused back on the task of getting their hunters back home. Which was not going to be easy as he was still in his grand hunt form and as such was quite large compared to the rest of them. Though to be fair their were more than enough hunters for several to work together to carry him home.
Though under Grokal direction a few more helped out to speed up the journey back to to the clans home. As they all could make out visible marks on elders Gressel chest from where one of the giant serpents he had been fighting hat bitten him and they clear signs of venom leaking out from the wound. So all were in agreement with Grokal for a fast journey home though several hunters had to be posted on watch as they moved to make sure they weren't attacked by any greater insects who saw the wounded and weak elder Gressel as too great a target to resist.
The group made great time going back dealing with any insects and greater insects that tried to cause them trouble swiftly. They even eventually reached their village outer limits where the other elders Grekal of the farmers and the grand elder where waiting for them. Upon seeing the state of Gressel Grekal went pale while the Grand elder ran over as much as his old body would allow.
The hunters meet him a third of the way and the grand elder immediately began to examine Gressel. He looked over every inch of Gressel not letting the most obvious wound draw his attention away from others that could be just as dangerous. Upon seeing that the most dangerous was indeed the most obvious he gave his command.
" Hunters bring him to my hut so that I may began healing him at once. Those hunters not carrying Gressel I ask to watch the surroundings of the village I fear we can expect retailtion for our hunt." The grand elder commanded simply and was obeyed several hunters carrying Gressel ti the grand elders hut while the rest went to the outer parts of the village to perform look out duty.
As the grand elder was passing by Grekal he gave her a series of quick orders as well. " Grekal I'm sorry to say this but to protect our home and our clan you must perform a great growth. Then after you have done that you will have to perform the earlier task hopefully the scoundrel will deal with the skull and if not he will give us the time we need to get Gressel healed and ready to lead the defense of the clan." The grand elder said to Grekal with the a very serious tone.
To which Grekal nodded her jaw sit and her eyes determined to die her duties. Seeing that she was ready and able to complete the task needed of her the grand elder continued on to his hut to which the hunters carrying Gressel where already half way to. Despite his old age the grand elder managed to catch up with a reasonably fast pace.
Once at his hut the elder immediately got to work going into his hut and grabbing several different types of medical grass before coming back out. "Now first week need a proper bed." The grand elder said clearly pointing out that Gressel was too big to come into his hut. The elder then proceed to remedy this by using GRASS SHAPE quickly causing the grass under and around Gressel to grow and twist until in a few short moments Gressel was now laying on a bed of magically shaped grass in a hut made in the same way.
The hunters hawked at the grand elders mastery of the art of GRASS SHAPING as even the most skilled of their artisans of their clans would have taken a bit of time to put up a bed and a hut but the grand elder had down both with but a wave of his hand showing his skill. " I think my young hunters you could be joing your compatriots in watching for reprisal instead of staring at me." The grand elder said gently to the surrounding hunters.
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The grand elder took a moment to look over elder Gressel before applying the different magic grasses to the wound to counteract the strange venom that was now flowing through Gressel. He then turned to the still gawking hunters who were still staring in amazement as he continued to show his skill by using several kinds of magic grass that was temperamental at the best of times to somehow pefectly control it to counter the venom in Gressel.
" Unless your studying me to me your next hunt." The grand elder asked with a raised eyebrow. The grand elders indication that they me wanting to claim his head was more than enough to which the hunters into going to look out positions on the outer area of the clans village. The grand elder laughed to himself as he watched the hunters run to do their new found duty as watchmen.
He then turned back to the unconscious Gressel still stick in his great hunting form as his body was clearly in need of the greater magic to fight of the bite's necrotic venom. " Hurry and get better my friend we need you for the battles to come." The grand elder said gently to the unconscious Gressel before he walked over to his own personal hut and began writing down messages on magical grass once again.
Meanwhile in another part of the village the grand elder of the farmers Grekal was calling forth the great growth. She stood in the center of their clans village while the rest of the clans formed around her swaying around her in a strange dance. They sang a strange song that meant nothing and yet meant something at the same time the words a promise and a lie in the same breath.
Soon enough the ritual was complete and Grekal just like Gressel before grew twice as tall as any grass pixie though unlike Gressel she held only a Shepard's crook in one hand. The change the growth had was quickly made apparent as all the grass within the clans range grew three times as tall. This would hide their clan from reprisal as not only was the village impossible to see through the tall grass but the grass also became enchanted making it easy to get lost in.
That's was the duty of the grass elders to prevent any of the clan that left the village from becoming forever lost in the enchanted grass. Their was also another side effect with themafic of the growth flowing through the grass around them any that ate it would be fueled by that growth as well causing large magic insect swarms to be a problem.
Though they had as much of a problem finding the village as anything else that entered the grass which usually kept such creatures from doing damage to the clan. Though this time it might be a boon as the insects fueled by the grass magic would be nature based magical creatures. As such they would be in opposition to undead causing them to seek out the undead kingdom to the north of the clan hopefully.
Now that Grekal had perfrmed the ritual of growth she needed to move on to her other task. She left behind her clansman going by herself as she did not want to risk any of them with both the nature insects and the undead parodies of them wandering out there looking to get them. She would be able to defend herself in her current state as GUIDE OF THE GROWTH.
so she made her way across the grass maze that was impossible to tell where you were in it unless you were her. As such with her inate skill GRASSWALK improved in her current form she made it to where she needed to go in half the time it would have usually taken her.
So that why Grekal found herself staring down a hole with distaste. " I know your down you slime ball there come on out!" Grekal shouted down the hole causing it to echo for a few moments before someone slowly began to make their way out of the hole to speak to Grekal.
" Ah Grekal pleasant as always." A figure said while raising slowly out of the pit while sitting on a worm wearing a robe made from dead leaves that covered its entire body. " To what do I owe the pleasure? You pixies usually want nothing to with Womer the worm tamer." Womer whispered politely said while staring into Grekal's eyes with his pale blink ones.
" I have need of your foul worms Womer undead have started to raise in the north under the command of a skull your worms will bury underneath their kingdom and destroy the skull from below ending the undead threat in return you will get our bags of grass pixie dust." Grekal demanded more than asked Wormer who merely nodded his agreement.
Wormer then had his worm lower him back down into his hole slowly his pale blank eyes never leave Grekal's until the dirt between them broke their line of sight. Grekal shuddered a bit before she turned around and left heading back home. She hated having to deal with the foul dark fey but she understood that harsh times make unlikely allies.
Though with the deal made as they both knew she couldn't break as fey in general had to honor the aggrements they made. She especially couldn't break any deals when they were made when she GUIDE OF THE GROWTH . Though with the deal made their undead neighbors to their north will have to deal with all the new nature magic insects and a dark Fey's magic worm army.
Which means for the time being the undead will have other threats to deal with while they gather their strength. So with that bit of happy news Grekal hummed herself a happy tune as she made her way back home.