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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 9745792" data-attributes="member: 59816">Team CavesAs the others made ready to ascend the steep slope to the dig-site, Shamal had decided that he could not leave the old Treant to his fate, not for a moment longer. He danced, beseeching Rabb al-Wahah to intervene. As he danced, a hot wind blew through the chamber. At first, Shamal feared that his efforts would make things worse for Ironbark, as the wind was dry as the desert, and it dried out his earlier effort with the Dance of Rain.But the wind showed that he had the attention of the Djinn, and it would be dangerous to stop without appeasement. So he danced and played until at last he shouted his request and collapsed, exhausted.He looked at the Treant, which was dry, cracked, and still. He sighed and picked himself up, feeling somewhat defeated. It appeared that Rabb al-Wahah had answered with the Mercy of Death. It was a just decision, he decided, but morose. But then he saw it - at first a lump on one of the tree's old roots. Then it sprouted, and the dry root split apart with a cracking noise, and out came a small Acacia, walking on its roots.[ATTACH=full]416113[/ATTACH]"Ironbark is dead - gone with his brothers." declared the thorny desert shrub, "But I am Ironthorn, and I am free."The Djinn worked in mysterious ways, often giving you what you wish, but almost never how you intend it.</blockquote>