Ravi then tried her psychic abilities on him. She found herself looking at his army, which she immediately recognized as an illusion. Pulling from the land under him, Ravi found and raised blue mana, establishing an anchor with the flow. She reformed the energies into a clearer, more detailed rendition of his creation. This new image appeared to the thief, distracting him from his own display. She then exposed the deception by gradually changing the projection’s colors into a wall of her signature dark blue. At the same time, she manifested the illusion’s light energy as a hardened pressure on his optic and olfactory nerves. This blocked and shielded her from any further approaches he could make with the projections or the light field, all while projecting her response to his picturesque offer: “Whatever!”

This forced the thief to address her directly by loudly crying, “Out!!”

“Find your spoils elsewhere, demoness! Don’t remain here and serve your own!”

Ravi realized right then as she quickly recalled the time she was willing the body back up to fight with the sword, and instead of fighting to save the ring, she pulled the mana she anchored to the fallen body and started healing the injured victim’s body, feeling secure from the possibility that the thief could influence a complication to her life paths.

Ravi was watching the man examining the victim’s ring and sword when another spirit rose from the body addressing her.

“I am surprised at you, vixen; this body will need more than your wizardry to recover. Joined me today, and let’s conquer this other to find a new rule on Ulgrotha?”

 Ravi recognized the voice as the ancient general she fought during the war and slew. She knew right then that this was the time for her to choose to continue fighting for her own body through this angel or seek to reincarnate herself as another.

The ancient’s spirit started laughing, perceiving her logic, saying, “This angel has you fooled; you and that vampire are both under her notions. You are liberated now thru her. We both are! Let’s take this thief over and find our way back home. It is our destiny to live and die as Tolgath heroes, not only as an aspect of an angelic warrior.”

Ravi, thinking fast, reasoned her spiriting, and she was going to spirit herself back to her last memory inside her natural body’s consciousness, but first, she directed an answer toward the Ancient: “That’s my destiny; I will decide, and yours also!”

She was about to construct psychic armor to thwart her threat, but another presence stagnated the blue mana flow coming from the land, stopping her designs and catching her attention. As she peered around looking for the source, a new voice projected,

 “Pardon me, miss. I need that! And You, Ancient One, onward!! With your futile dreams, There’s no more for your desires here in my wife’s life!”

The ancient’s spirit looks toward the body’s higher planes as to engage the challenge, as Ravi, determined to strike a blow at her enemy in his afterlife, quickly testing the mana available in the body. It was pure concentrated white mana, and it was quickly reverting to its natural state. Ravi then realized the condition of the angel’s body with the white mana spreading into the body’s physical environment while reverting as serious. After she assessed the mana energy, she projected a thought of “Sunlight-enriched white mana honed and harvested in the most impressive formation that I, myself, would have never imagined, left to seethe freely instead of  not serving the body exclusively?!”

This definitely isn’t a woman of my image! “

Ravi thoughts seem to induce the angel’s sub-conscience to realigned her presence in the angel while maintaining her constructed formation of energies in which she had already complete. The formation is what she uses with most women who need assistant or strength or dire care. The new realignment of the regathered white mana also compensated for and supported Ravi’s blue energies; and once all energies mingled and resettled, the woman’s heart, which was pumping erratically weak, suddenly steadied into a stronger rate.

With all of these energy movements, Ravi also received and perused the events leading to this battle through the feminine conduit. It was a strong tragedy, one that overcame her own stoical, womanly persona engaging her to respond with a now stronger and more influential feminine guile that came up thru her, by demanding to know who had done this, yet Ravi felt herself more centered by the more natural fierceness with the warriors’ drives from within the angel’s body by querying more harshly by demanding, “Who would battle a warrior’s spirit as if the passion to defend and assist were an insignificant feeling?!!”

The Ancient’s General, sensing the anger in Ravi’s spirit presenting as a growing physical self in the angel body, left immediately by tracing the blue mana flow to exit and then entered into the thief’s bearings. The Ancient’s General were joined with more liberated spirits as he left, leaving an imbalance of a large amount of recessive mana volumes of black, green, and red energies from the vast subconscious incoherent domains where he was dwelling within. This powerful domain in which most angels called the therein or the wilderness and most wizards, including the young Ravi, called either one’s estate, or the mind’s states, or the id can be found in everyone regardless of what planes one exists on or at.

The voice from the higher planes asked, “You, Tolgath, are from their era,  when your wizard friends sought supreme rule over Ulgrotha to free them from age-old social standards. Why do you choose to suspend yourself here, in defense of one who resisted and guarded against those ideas for your own race?”

Ravi, without hesitation, answered, “Her designs favor all, and I am one of them! As for those past ideas, I will always choose to defend against an aggressor as my kind of idealist to measure! I am the Ravisher of Ulgrotha, but to my friends, I am known as Ravi of the Tolgath race, and you are Feroz. I am proud to be in your presence by your choice. I know what I must do, excuse me.”

 Then Ravi, with no other projections, recall with some words that the angel has been known to have said, and then the angel’s body suddenly filled with the smooth, thick essences from the castle’s garden. Ravi is thinking that the pure form of Arotamead Root essences would at least assist the body’s physical recovery at points that much urgent to be healed.

She then projected toward the higher plane, “Pardon my poor timing, sir, and pardon this haste. Thank you.”

 Feroz is feeling the revitalizing energy of the Arotamead Root plant’s thick, uncanny airy vapors from its morning dew, answering by projecting!

“Poor? more of proper timing, Ravi of Ulgrotha, and what haste? Your reward remains awaiting you in the garden! You do remember the path from now? Or do you need my assistant, my long-time friend?”

Ravi suddenly felt another feeling with Feroz’s projections, and it felt like a visit from a friend like an one hadn’t seen in a long time. She suddenly felt compelled to hum an old song she sang when she was younger and found herself being moved to her body behind the old castle by the Dwarves’ Mines. As soon as she became the conscious of her own bodily feelings—more now than before she dreamt off into the id, especially since she began the many journeys for help from that locked room, which initially led to her spiriting into the angel’s, Serra, the Avenger’s, life to begin with. She was also astounded by the strong surge of good health solidifying within her physical body. Then she started thinking to herself.

“That ravisher line I projected while I was dreaming. Was that who I became? Or tis who I’m going to become?”

 She then felt movement; it was her legs and she quickly took notice of it with that feeling came another sensation of her weight being carried by herself alone. She started feeling more of herself with the other feelings of her body’s movements, including her heartbeat’s pulse feeding her body. Yet, her legs were more prominent every time her body started moving again; encouraging her concentrated and sensed for more of her muscles’ flexing and exertions.

She immediately pressed on with this determination by relaxing the strain into her intention bearings, and suddenly she found herself seeing and focusing on the plants in the garden with the determination to recall their names and uses as she learned them when she was been trained as a shaman.

The vampiress’s consciousness from the Sengir’s conduit paused in thought as Ravi noticed her senses also and was momentarily been pushed with a contradicting bearing. Ravi then reeled in deeper concentrations by maintaining abreast of her life’s attempts to comprehend every subtle physical reformation with every occurring change, movement and moments’ passing within the her manipulated environment. Most of all she kept on focusing on the legs movements while maintaining the awareness of her justification by focusing on the objects in the physical environment around her body as well as the sensual feelings of the physical vicinity, using the sensations to affect her negotiations and then her orientations while moving around the garden. Ravi relaxed as all this once again became her essentials to bear, fortified and contained within.

Grandmother Sengir’s conscious made a note of Ravi’s adjustments that resembled how Ravi felt when she identified and concluded a factor as too tenuous to bother about or too minor of a concern. The idea the invader was seeing Ravi’s justifications as such, instantly peeved her and caused her to rage on with her own concentrations and bearings instead of relaxing into her body’s centering’s therein, her subconscious mind. She first attempted to will a suggestive thinking training ploy to offset the vampiress’ memory-inducing spell which was keep it close to her precious baron.

In Grandmother Sengir’s consciousness, Ravi spurred her to try remember the names of the plants around her then as the vampiress withdraw from the idea, Ravi quickly induced the names of the plants into a conscious range from the body’s memories. Even though Grandmother Sengir hasn’t realized it but it was her hostess who was drawing in the plants’ energies and spreading its effects therein more inwardly with the vampire’s efforts and enticing it to concentrate on the vapors also.

Soon after a few minutes passed, Grandmother Sengir fathomed some points about the plant’s effects as she mumbled out, “Is it really so?” The plant that is the source of this aura emitting above and low along the grounds is really a fruit.”

The old woman then noticed she was standing in the deepest of the leafy mulch that the vines provided with their dark green big leaf foliage.

“They have a flower that blossoms rarely, and rarer is the fruit.”

 She turned her head to glance at the back door of the castle to check to see if anyone was watching or listening to the discovery spell. Grandmother Sengir was in a trance while pacing around the garden. She started talking out aloud alone, looking at the landscape’s view as she retorted a Sengir’s saying,

“My baron hopes for the princess’ beauty to tie in a promise of a rightful rule and place with the Tolgath heritage by a rightful vital, which is what is escalating the tiff with the lessers.”

She now looked at the garden, seeing the flowers as they now became more noticeable around the plot, and involuntarily started physical humming with the bodymind’s sounds that were rejoicing, not chanting inside, with.

 “This is good water from my deep firm kind, upon my face, upon my land; my land creates its touch by my hands!”

The old woman then stopped humming and said softly, “And its clear and heavy odorless aroma is ravishingly intoxicating!” which she stopped her aged body to stoop and bent down to look at the water-swell plants’ flowery-textured, coated thick, malleable, and mushy-like fruit closer. As soon as she touched it, she felt the physical body’s vital points filled with a cooling sensation that relieved the entire body of weightlessness and a dense tightness against her skeletal frame by releasing the muscles to once again feel the burden of carrying one’s own weight entirely.

This startled the vampiress, causing her to release the flowery fruit, and as the plant fell and touched the ground she visually witnessed the handful of small plants dry up quickly, and seeing this, she suddenly reached down to grab the flowery fruit from the top of the lawn, taking the plants into her hands again.

She felt the soft flowery texture become like layers of dry, flat wooden twigs that were overly ready to slide, not peeled apart from one another, and now has a feeling of a long-ago fallen small portion of a branch from its extended outgrowth.

Standing back up as she picked up the flower to examine it closer, noticing the plant has become incredibly lighter, holding the moisture and excitement no more as she sensed the last of the exciting energy dissipate in the fruit.

She mumbled in a near-silent voice, “I see; it is a rarity, a sensitive and fragile natural elixir working internally when given by touch.” The elder, looking around the yard, seeing the plants with a more familiar recognition, blurted louder and clearer,

“Oh, they’re blooming fast and falling! I must collect them before the end of the flowering stage.”

 The aged body starts wandering around the yard, moving at a quick, determined pace, catching the water-swell-thickened bud-flowering plant of Ulgrotha before it turns downward and touches the soil.

Ravi, sensing all this, knew the sunbeams were creating a rush from the rare touch stage of the waterspout flower and knew the bud of the Tolgath’s flower was freshly extending upward from the soil, carrying a full charge of eudicarotagulas flower, whose pollen dust or essences of the flower are known as “arotamead root essence,” which is what this essence is more popularly known as. When kept warm and only touched by natural base material while in a mixture of natural-only ingredients and taken immediately with no contact of any non-organic object, it would sharpen your reflexes and help you focus more control, creativeness, sensual, and psychic abilities with the advanced and high level of bodily functions and understandings.

 The timeless demoness was reveling in this feeling, for she could feel the body’s vitality factoring points surging with joy as an indicator that she might become a stronger force like the Baron. As she thought this, her voice slowed as the vampiress conduit regathered control, saying in a clearer, low voice,

“And that was this hostess that was reveling with this idea,”

 as the vampiress’ Grandmother Sengir, felt that she was no longer in control of the body as the hostess’ conscious’ bearings chased the plants’ blooming stage in haste by sight

It was Ravi in control now, using the plants in this delicate stage that lasted on the stem for about three to ten minutes during certain weather circumstances. The plant’s main purpose is to protect the soil by creating a blanket or a mulch covering with its leaves, which seals nutrients and energizes the soil to produce hard-to-grow shady area vegetation while producing strong and amplifying green, blue, and black energies.

The aged woman was happily collecting a good handful when Ravi felt the Sengir Family pact regathering her body. She quickly relaxed as the energy surge as her victory for this day and was about to retreat by entering into one of her subconscious states, like she does when she regains and feeds her presence for a duration. Yet, this time, she found herself thinking and becoming more abruptly complicated and decisive by the rendered, transposed, and reinforced body she has this day that she felt strong enough to lift and direct herself on the pathway towards her home’s higher conscious’ planes. Somewhere in her mind, a notion overcame her experienced reasoning with an idea that this time there was a coincidental inference occurring within her home’s wilderness and Ravi recognized what she felt and knew this feeling was from her own experiences in life as she felt confident to look toward the higher place and start hysterically pleading, sobbing, and praying.

The inner Sengir family pact, which was trying to correct Grandmother Sengir’s conduct and subdued the dominating force inside Ravi’s consciousness, yet silently found that the vessel’s hostess had successfully taken and refined many of the inner conscious’ points. The vampire’s conduit started to reach and draw from the Baron’s body directly to Ravi’s body, but a sad feeling overwhelmed the being at all three levels of existence.

 Grandmother Sengir, who is at the majority of the time a private, observant, and sudden person, first felt then realized that the body’s focused statuses and conduits were clearly regaining control as the entire body stopped moving and stood firmly erected. Ravi’s expressive facial muscles obviously were involuntarily not intentionally adjusting and struggling to reflect the sorrow yet the expression held hidden. All of this happening under a hardened, wrinkled face yet unnoticed at any glance were a few redefining changes to the facial texture. With all these physical changes happening, Grandmother Sengir’s initial attendance and conduct were steadfast but suddenly became surprisingly and suddenly frightened as tears began flowing down the cheeks on the aged skin.

The dominating elder Sengir’s influences within Ravi’s vessel, who couldn’t ignore the involuntary body motions that were felt throughout the body, whispered,

 “That was the first resemblance of a good yawning stretch that I can remember, if that’s what it was.”

The vampiress suddenly regained focus and found herself staring at the water spout plants in the hands’ palms, helpless to drop them again. The Sengir’s influence adjusted its charge within by concentrating to maintain the body’s facilities as at least a resisting bearing while Ravi’s mind’s estate pressed on with the focusing on rediscovering the body’s entire being.

“Ma’am, it just occurred!” Serra looked up at the gargoyle cleric and then saw the note of a serious nature was there on her face. Serra then brought the cleric into her study and accepted the noted urgency shown in the gargoyle’s face. Serra, realigning herself, joined the projection using her own psychic abilities. The gargoyle continued with her own psychic projections while continuing to address Serra,

“As you instructed, I had traveled the Sengir connect-ness at the castle as a carrier, back in time, hiding in and using the excessive black mana as a masking mass of my own energies, resembling another wandering shadowy motion living within his flocks. I’d kept to their roots and rising in all drawing instances with the inside child.”

The angel responded by communicating as a psychic entity and asked,

 “When and where?”

The gargoyle moved back within his own mind-state and flowed to and into the human population’s incoherent consciousness’s connectedness with Serra, drawing in and using the found recycled natural light to pull herself along the gargoyle’s signaling, towing her wherever the signal’s source flowed until they stopped. The gargoyle paused to make an adjustment to create a static flux next to an active displacement well, which was caused by what Serra recognized immediately as a near-solid arotamead root essence’s mass.

The mass was what Serra instructed all the clerics to be alert for in the population. Serra’s body at her sanctuary reacted, sensing this find by smiling as tears of joy overcame her.

“This is where my hero went to!!”

 The gargoyle projected to her thru her psychic entity.

 “Careful, we are being pushed with the Sengir’s pact. Once we are lifted into this vessel, the vampiric conduits are of a sensitive nature and highly influential.”

 Serra moved her psychic entity to engaged the projection that the gargoyle’s was using for signaling and in her office, she physically signaled the gargoyle body standing next to her body, by making a snarling sound and using her hands to form a grappling claw showing grasping movement. The gargoyles, as highly intelligent as they are, do have a reputation for downplaying the humorous advances and approaches they received directly. The cleric looked to her angelic liege first confused, then the expression changed to one relaying that the tactic was understood.

As soon as Serra saw the confirmation of her instructions, the angel’s psychic entity therein, within the population’s conscious’ masses drawn together to an isolated portion she sensed near the Sengir estate’s main conduit  and converted into pure white mana energy as the cleric started absorbing Serra’s white mana-based psychic energies from her at the sanctuary.

They both were adjusting to one another while their weight was been pulled in by the foul vampiric’s natural character, yet the contrasting resources forced Serra and the Gargoyle to turn, altering their paths as rising and falling surges inside the vampiric pact vacuum effect with the population of the castle area.

Serra psychically then attached her conduit to the gargoyle cleric’s by creating a vibrational projection with the sound wavelengths of “err-oll,” which mimicked the last syllables the gargoyle projected in her message before Serra took to riding with her into the rising energy motions. This brought her into a temporary union with the gargoyle’s mind as rote motions within a vessel, which were sheltering the memories of first feelings the arotamead root essences had harvested and the life energies they were tracking thru time.

Serra then adjusted them again, and this time as one moving mass, to a falling position next to one of the stronger points of that vessel’s higher planes yet below where the mass of black mana had risen above the vessel’s life energies. Serra had to make another adjustment to resettle their position so they could use the arotamead root essences to escape in time from being swallowed up by the black mana mass in the present. She exerted more strength, concentrating her psychic energies to draw in any mana not yet excited by the arotamead root essences

Sensing this, the gargoyle at the sanctuary broke her silent integrity; with making an expressive look of alarm flashing across her face. Even as Serra saw the protest, she continued her workings. She shifted her focus to blend the uninformed mana moving through the field, changing it into a new configuration. With a sudden shift, she revealed an incorporated conduit: a partially developed white mana platform.

The female gargoyle looked surprised by the sheer size of the white mana she suddenly sensed and she immediately moved both her and Serra’s focused mass onto the concentrated platform. As the cleric made contact with the platform’s energies, a bond formed around both of their own white mana masses. This bond reverted the platform into a shell-like energy aura around them, pulling them closer to center of black mana surging and forcing them to locked into a new position.

It was there; they perceived a terrified girl in faugh, desperately attempting to push aside a god-like force. The young girl was hysterically pleading into Ulgrotha’s higher planes for the Togath race yet instead, it was this foreigner who had trapped her within his own high realm. Thinking fast, Serra moved with an absolute purpose. She adjusted her senses to perceive, receive, and channel the girl’s pleas through the conduits she had developed for Ulgrotha’s natives within her own sanctuary. She had always used this connection to attend to the natives of Ulgrotha, acting as a hidden guardian under the philosophy that the best blessings are the mysterious ones. Serra shifted and converted the burden into pure energy, refocusing the now-overwhelming conduit across all of Ulgrotha’s Greater higher planes. She aligned and placed the girl’s engagement at a level on their higher plane that only those with resounding support of an exceptional source, or those with highly refined sorceries could elevate themselves to. The girl was effectively converting the arotamead root essences into a massive, colossal strength, reclaiming herself and her body from the misappropriation of her innate eugenic capacity.

The desperate adolescent projected her thoughts:

“How can you just watch this, God of the Sengir? I hope, I pray, I wish that my great teacher can hear me crying, cowering, and begging against your designs. I know he will bring you down. Hear me, O God of Mercy, you who hear my life and sustain I!

Let the great ones of Ulgrotha hear this, or let the planeswalker Feroz hear my plea. He will come—he and the angel, Serra—to strike down these vampires and then strike down the God of the Sengir!”

Then the girl absorbed more arotamead root essences into her physical body and soul, singing:

“These are the good waters of my deep, firm kind…”

 The gargoyle adjusted both Serra and herself to the proper timeline and era while watching the Avenger’s face. Serra looked toward the cleric, her expression shifting to note the grave seriousness of what was unfolding within the aged serf in the Sengir’s ranks, deep within the castle by the Dwarven Mines. Serra offered a gesture of deep gratitude, then began scanning her study. Her physical movements betrayed the urgency of this crucial message as she gathered her focus in one continuous motion.

 Looking upward, she announced loudly, “Ah, a wish from a tear!” Then tears began to stream down Serra’s own face. After processing this for a few moments, she turned back to the gargoyle standing by her desk. She asked,

“Was that the Ravisher of Ulgrotha who placed the apocalyptic settings upon her own people?”

 The gargoyle looked at her, concentrating on her thoughts for a moment before answering,

“It was the prayer of a trapped innocent. And yes, ma’am—her wish has been long sought!”

 Serra adjusted her posture, peering closely at the guardian’s report. The angel could no longer restrain her emotions. Suddenly, with a bright, delighted warrior’s smile and a hint of suppressed laughter, Serra said loudly, “Grant her wish! Grant Ravi her wish!”

Serra then walked beneath the sky entrance of her sanctuary’s main study wing, gazing up into the heavens. She stared into the sky for a few moments before looking back at the gargoyle. This time, she was visibly suppressing laughter, her smile conveying absolute approval.

“Yes, grant Ravi her wish,” Serra said. “And place my compliments into that wish, along with an assuring blessing from you, your charge, and our newfound hope. Go with good speed.”

 She then composed herself, giving the gargoyle, a final gracious nod of dismissal as she turned to walk toward the study’s other door. The gargoyle guardian then took to the air, as her wings carrying her effortlessly through the open sky doors.

“I am surprised at you, vixen; this body will need more than your wizardry to recover. Joined me today, and let’s conquer this other to find a new rule on Ulgrotha?”

 Ravi recognized the voice as the ancient general she fought during the war and slew. She knew right then that this was the time for her to choose to continue fighting for her own body through this angel or seek to reincarnate herself as another.

The ancient’s spirit started laughing, perceiving her logic, saying, “This angel has you fooled; you and that vampire are both under her notions. You are liberated now thru her. We both are! Let’s take this thief over and find our way back home. It is our destiny to live and die as Tolgath heroes, not only as an aspect of an angelic warrior.”

Ravi, thinking fast, reasoned her spiriting, and she was going to spirit herself back to her last memory inside her natural body’s consciousness, but first, she directed an answer toward the Ancient: “That’s my destiny; I will decide, and yours also!”

She was about to construct psychic armor to thwart her threat, but another presence stagnated the blue mana flow coming from the land, stopping her designs and catching her attention. As she peered around looking for the source, a new voice projected,

 “Pardon me, miss. I need that! And You, Ancient One, onward!! With your futile dreams, There’s no more for your desires here in my wife’s life!”

The ancient’s spirit looks toward the body’s higher planes as to engage the challenge, as Ravi, determined to strike a blow at her enemy in his afterlife, quickly testing the mana available in the body. It was pure concentrated white mana, and it was quickly reverting to its natural state. Ravi then realized the condition of the angel’s body with the white mana spreading into the body’s physical environment while reverting as serious. After she assessed the mana energy, she projected a thought of “Sunlight-enriched white mana honed and harvested in the most impressive formation that I, myself, would have never imagined, left to seethe freely instead of  not serving the body exclusively?!”

This definitely isn’t a woman of my image! “

Ravi thoughts seem to induce the angel’s sub-conscience to realigned her presence in the angel while maintaining her constructed formation of energies in which she had already complete. The formation is what she uses with most women who need assistant or strength or dire care. The new realignment of the regathered white mana also compensated for and supported Ravi’s blue energies; and once all energies mingled and resettled, the woman’s heart, which was pumping erratically weak, suddenly steadied into a stronger rate.

With all of these energy movements, Ravi also received and perused the events leading to this battle through the feminine conduit. It was a strong tragedy, one that overcame her own stoical, womanly persona engaging her to respond with a now stronger and more influential feminine guile that came up thru her, by demanding to know who had done this, yet Ravi felt herself more centered by the more natural fierceness with the warriors’ drives from within the angel’s body by querying more harshly by demanding, “Who would battle a warrior’s spirit as if the passion to defend and assist were an insignificant feeling?!!”

The Ancient’s General, sensing the anger in Ravi’s spirit presenting as a growing physical self in the angel body, left immediately by tracing the blue mana flow to exit and then entered into the thief’s bearings. The Ancient’s General were joined with more liberated spirits as he left, leaving an imbalance of a large amount of recessive mana volumes of black, green, and red energies from the vast subconscious incoherent domains where he was dwelling within. This powerful domain in which most angels called the therein or the wilderness and most wizards, including the young Ravi, called either one’s estate, or the mind’s states, or the id can be found in everyone regardless of what planes one exists on or at.

The voice from the higher planes asked, “You, Tolgath, are from their era,  when your wizard friends sought supreme rule over Ulgrotha to free them from age-old social standards. Why do you choose to suspend yourself here, in defense of one who resisted and guarded against those ideas for your own race?”

Ravi, without hesitation, answered, “Her designs favor all, and I am one of them! As for those past ideas, I will always choose to defend against an aggressor as my kind of idealist to measure! I am the Ravisher of Ulgrotha, but to my friends, I am known as Ravi of the Tolgath race, and you are Feroz. I am proud to be in your presence by your choice. I know what I must do, excuse me.”

 Then Ravi, with no other projections, recall with some words that the angel has been known to have said, and then the angel’s body suddenly filled with the smooth, thick essences from the castle’s garden. Ravi is thinking that the pure form of Arotamead Root essences would at least assist the body’s physical recovery at points that much urgent to be healed.

She then projected toward the higher plane, “Pardon my poor timing, sir, and pardon this haste. Thank you.”

 Feroz is feeling the revitalizing energy of the Arotamead Root plant’s thick, uncanny airy vapors from its morning dew, answering by projecting!

“Poor? more of proper timing, Ravi of Ulgrotha, and what haste? Your reward remains awaiting you in the garden! You do remember the path from now? Or do you need my assistant, my long-time friend?”

Ravi suddenly felt another feeling with Feroz’s projections, and it felt like a visit from a friend like an one hadn’t seen in a long time. She suddenly felt compelled to hum an old song she sang when she was younger and found herself being moved to her body behind the old castle by the Dwarves’ Mines. As soon as she became the conscious of her own bodily feelings—more now than before she dreamt off into the id, especially since she began the many journeys for help from that locked room, which initially led to her spiriting into the angel’s, Serra, the Avenger’s, life to begin with. She was also astounded by the strong surge of good health solidifying within her physical body. Then she started thinking to herself.

“That ravisher line I projected while I was dreaming. Was that who I became? Or tis who I’m going to become?”

 She then felt movement; it was her legs and she quickly took notice of it with that feeling came another sensation of her weight being carried by herself alone. She started feeling more of herself with the other feelings of her body’s movements, including her heartbeat’s pulse feeding her body. Yet, her legs were more prominent every time her body started moving again; encouraging her concentrated and sensed for more of her muscles’ flexing and exertions.

She immediately pressed on with this determination by relaxing the strain into her intention bearings, and suddenly she found herself seeing and focusing on the plants in the garden with the determination to recall their names and uses as she learned them when she was been trained as a shaman.

The vampiress’s consciousness from the Sengir’s conduit paused in thought as Ravi noticed her senses also and was momentarily been pushed with a contradicting bearing. Ravi then reeled in deeper concentrations by maintaining abreast of her life’s attempts to comprehend every subtle physical reformation with every occurring change, movement and moments’ passing within the her manipulated environment. Most of all she kept on focusing on the legs movements while maintaining the awareness of her justification by focusing on the objects in the physical environment around her body as well as the sensual feelings of the physical vicinity, using the sensations to affect her negotiations and then her orientations while moving around the garden. Ravi relaxed as all this once again became her essentials to bear, fortified and contained within.

Grandmother Sengir’s conscious made a note of Ravi’s adjustments that resembled how Ravi felt when she identified and concluded a factor as too tenuous to bother about or too minor of a concern. The idea the invader was seeing Ravi’s justifications as such, instantly peeved her and caused her to rage on with her own concentrations and bearings instead of relaxing into her body’s centering’s therein, her subconscious mind. She first attempted to will a suggestive thinking training ploy to offset the vampiress’ memory-inducing spell which was keep it close to her precious baron.

In Grandmother Sengir’s consciousness, Ravi spurred her to try remember the names of the plants around her then as the vampiress withdraw from the idea, Ravi quickly induced the names of the plants into a conscious range from the body’s memories. Even though Grandmother Sengir hasn’t realized it but it was her hostess who was drawing in the plants’ energies and spreading its effects therein more inwardly with the vampire’s efforts and enticing it to concentrate on the vapors also.

Soon after a few minutes passed, Grandmother Sengir fathomed some points about the plant’s effects as she mumbled out, “Is it really so?” The plant that is the source of this aura emitting above and low along the grounds is really a fruit.”

The old woman then noticed she was standing in the deepest of the leafy mulch that the vines provided with their dark green big leaf foliage.

“They have a flower that blossoms rarely, and rarer is the fruit.”

 She turned her head to glance at the back door of the castle to check to see if anyone was watching or listening to the discovery spell. Grandmother Sengir was in a trance while pacing around the garden. She started talking out aloud alone, looking at the landscape’s view as she retorted a Sengir’s saying,

“My baron hopes for the princess’ beauty to tie in a promise of a rightful rule and place with the Tolgath heritage by a rightful vital, which is what is escalating the tiff with the lessers.”

She now looked at the garden, seeing the flowers as they now became more noticeable around the plot, and involuntarily started physical humming with the bodymind’s sounds that were rejoicing, not chanting inside, with.

 “This is good water from my deep firm kind, upon my face, upon my land; my land creates its touch by my hands!”

The old woman then stopped humming and said softly, “And its clear and heavy odorless aroma is ravishingly intoxicating!” which she stopped her aged body to stoop and bent down to look at the water-swell plants’ flowery-textured, coated thick, malleable, and mushy-like fruit closer. As soon as she touched it, she felt the physical body’s vital points filled with a cooling sensation that relieved the entire body of weightlessness and a dense tightness against her skeletal frame by releasing the muscles to once again feel the burden of carrying one’s own weight entirely.

This startled the vampiress, causing her to release the flowery fruit, and as the plant fell and touched the ground she visually witnessed the handful of small plants dry up quickly, and seeing this, she suddenly reached down to grab the flowery fruit from the top of the lawn, taking the plants into her hands again.

She felt the soft flowery texture become like layers of dry, flat wooden twigs that were overly ready to slide, not peeled apart from one another, and now has a feeling of a long-ago fallen small portion of a branch from its extended outgrowth.

Standing back up as she picked up the flower to examine it closer, noticing the plant has become incredibly lighter, holding the moisture and excitement no more as she sensed the last of the exciting energy dissipate in the fruit.

She mumbled in a near-silent voice, “I see; it is a rarity, a sensitive and fragile natural elixir working internally when given by touch.” The elder, looking around the yard, seeing the plants with a more familiar recognition, blurted louder and clearer,

“Oh, they’re blooming fast and falling! I must collect them before the end of the flowering stage.”

 The aged body starts wandering around the yard, moving at a quick, determined pace, catching the water-swell-thickened bud-flowering plant of Ulgrotha before it turns downward and touches the soil.

Ravi, sensing all this, knew the sunbeams were creating a rush from the rare touch stage of the waterspout flower and knew the bud of the Tolgath’s flower was freshly extending upward from the soil, carrying a full charge of eudicarotagulas flower, whose pollen dust or essences of the flower are known as “arotamead root essence,” which is what this essence is more popularly known as. When kept warm and only touched by natural base material while in a mixture of natural-only ingredients and taken immediately with no contact of any non-organic object, it would sharpen your reflexes and help you focus more control, creativeness, sensual, and psychic abilities with the advanced and high level of bodily functions and understandings.

 The timeless demoness was reveling in this feeling, for she could feel the body’s vitality factoring points surging with joy as an indicator that she might become a stronger force like the Baron. As she thought this, her voice slowed as the vampiress conduit regathered control, saying in a clearer, low voice,

“And that was this hostess that was reveling with this idea,”

 as the vampiress’ Grandmother Sengir, felt that she was no longer in control of the body as the hostess’ conscious’ bearings chased the plants’ blooming stage in haste by sight

It was Ravi in control now, using the plants in this delicate stage that lasted on the stem for about three to ten minutes during certain weather circumstances. The plant’s main purpose is to protect the soil by creating a blanket or a mulch covering with its leaves, which seals nutrients and energizes the soil to produce hard-to-grow shady area vegetation while producing strong and amplifying green, blue, and black energies.

The aged woman was happily collecting a good handful when Ravi felt the Sengir Family pact regathering her body. She quickly relaxed as the energy surge as her victory for this day and was about to retreat by entering into one of her subconscious states, like she does when she regains and feeds her presence for a duration. Yet, this time, she found herself thinking and becoming more abruptly complicated and decisive by the rendered, transposed, and reinforced body she has this day that she felt strong enough to lift and direct herself on the pathway towards her home’s higher conscious’ planes. Somewhere in her mind, a notion overcame her experienced reasoning with an idea that this time there was a coincidental inference occurring within her home’s wilderness and Ravi recognized what she felt and knew this feeling was from her own experiences in life as she felt confident to look toward the higher place and start hysterically pleading, sobbing, and praying.

The inner Sengir family pact, which was trying to correct Grandmother Sengir’s conduct and subdued the dominating force inside Ravi’s consciousness, yet silently found that the vessel’s hostess had successfully taken and refined many of the inner conscious’ points. The vampire’s conduit started to reach and draw from the Baron’s body directly to Ravi’s body, but a sad feeling overwhelmed the being at all three levels of existence.

 Grandmother Sengir, who is at the majority of the time a private, observant, and sudden person, first felt then realized that the body’s focused statuses and conduits were clearly regaining control as the entire body stopped moving and stood firmly erected. Ravi’s expressive facial muscles obviously were involuntarily not intentionally adjusting and struggling to reflect the sorrow yet the expression held hidden. All of this happening under a hardened, wrinkled face yet unnoticed at any glance were a few redefining changes to the facial texture. With all these physical changes happening, Grandmother Sengir’s initial attendance and conduct were steadfast but suddenly became surprisingly and suddenly frightened as tears began flowing down the cheeks on the aged skin.

The dominating elder Sengir’s influences within Ravi’s vessel, who couldn’t ignore the involuntary body motions that were felt throughout the body, whispered,

 “That was the first resemblance of a good yawning stretch that I can remember, if that’s what it was.”

The vampiress suddenly regained focus and found herself staring at the water spout plants in the hands’ palms, helpless to drop them again. The Sengir’s influence adjusted its charge within by concentrating to maintain the body’s facilities as at least a resisting bearing while Ravi’s mind’s estate pressed on with the focusing on rediscovering the body’s entire being.

“Ma’am, it just occurred!” Serra looked up at the gargoyle cleric and then saw the note of a serious nature was there on her face. Serra then brought the cleric into her study and accepted the noted urgency shown in the gargoyle’s face. Serra, realigning herself, joined the projection using her own psychic abilities. The gargoyle continued with her own psychic projections while continuing to address Serra,

“As you instructed, I had traveled the Sengir connect-ness at the castle as a carrier, back in time, hiding in and using the excessive black mana as a masking mass of my own energies, resembling another wandering shadowy motion living within his flocks. I’d kept to their roots and rising in all drawing instances with the inside child.”

The angel responded by communicating as a psychic entity and asked,

 “When and where?”

The gargoyle moved back within his own mind-state and flowed to and into the human population’s incoherent consciousness’s connectedness with Serra, drawing in and using the found recycled natural light to pull herself along the gargoyle’s signaling, towing her wherever the signal’s source flowed until they stopped. The gargoyle paused to make an adjustment to create a static flux next to an active displacement well, which was caused by what Serra recognized immediately as a near-solid arotamead root essence’s mass.

The mass was what Serra instructed all the clerics to be alert for in the population. Serra’s body at her sanctuary reacted, sensing this find by smiling as tears of joy overcame her.

“This is where my hero went to!!”

 The gargoyle projected to her thru her psychic entity.

 “Careful, we are being pushed with the Sengir’s pact. Once we are lifted into this vessel, the vampiric conduits are of a sensitive nature and highly influential.”

 Serra moved her psychic entity to engaged the projection that the gargoyle’s was using for signaling and in her office, she physically signaled the gargoyle body standing next to her body, by making a snarling sound and using her hands to form a grappling claw showing grasping movement. The gargoyles, as highly intelligent as they are, do have a reputation for downplaying the humorous advances and approaches they received directly. The cleric looked to her angelic liege first confused, then the expression changed to one relaying that the tactic was understood.

As soon as Serra saw the confirmation of her instructions, the angel’s psychic entity therein, within the population’s conscious’ masses drawn together to an isolated portion she sensed near the Sengir estate’s main conduit  and converted into pure white mana energy as the cleric started absorbing Serra’s white mana-based psychic energies from her at the sanctuary.

They both were adjusting to one another while their weight was been pulled in by the foul vampiric’s natural character, yet the contrasting resources forced Serra and the Gargoyle to turn, altering their paths as rising and falling surges inside the vampiric pact vacuum effect with the population of the castle area.

Serra psychically then attached her conduit to the gargoyle cleric’s by creating a vibrational projection with the sound wavelengths of “err-oll,” which mimicked the last syllables the gargoyle projected in her message before Serra took to riding with her into the rising energy motions. This brought her into a temporary union with the gargoyle’s mind as rote motions within a vessel, which were sheltering the memories of first feelings the arotamead root essences had harvested and the life energies they were tracking thru time.

Serra then adjusted them again, and this time as one moving mass, to a falling position next to one of the stronger points of that vessel’s higher planes yet below where the mass of black mana had risen above the vessel’s life energies. Serra had to make another adjustment to resettle their position so they could use the arotamead root essences to escape in time from being swallowed up by the black mana mass in the present. She exerted more strength, concentrating her psychic energies to draw in any mana not yet excited by the arotamead root essences

Sensing this, the gargoyle at the sanctuary broke her silent integrity; with making an expressive look of alarm flashing across her face. Even as Serra saw the protest, she continued her workings. She shifted her focus to blend the uninformed mana moving through the field, changing it into a new configuration. With a sudden shift, she revealed an incorporated conduit: a partially developed white mana platform.

The female gargoyle looked surprised by the sheer size of the white mana she suddenly sensed and she immediately moved both her and Serra’s focused mass onto the concentrated platform. As the cleric made contact with the platform’s energies, a bond formed around both of their own white mana masses. This bond reverted the platform into a shell-like energy aura around them, pulling them closer to center of black mana surging and forcing them to locked into a new position.

It was there; they perceived a terrified girl in faugh, desperately attempting to push aside a god-like force. The young girl was hysterically pleading into Ulgrotha’s higher planes for the Togath race yet instead, it was this foreigner who had trapped her within his own high realm. Thinking fast, Serra moved with an absolute purpose. She adjusted her senses to perceive, receive, and channel the girl’s pleas through the conduits she had developed for Ulgrotha’s natives within her own sanctuary. She had always used this connection to attend to the natives of Ulgrotha, acting as a hidden guardian under the philosophy that the best blessings are the mysterious ones. Serra shifted and converted the burden into pure energy, refocusing the now-overwhelming conduit across all of Ulgrotha’s Greater higher planes. She aligned and placed the girl’s engagement at a level on their higher plane that only those with resounding support of an exceptional source, or those with highly refined sorceries could elevate themselves to. The girl was effectively converting the arotamead root essences into a massive, colossal strength, reclaiming herself and her body from the misappropriation of her innate eugenic capacity.

The desperate adolescent projected her thoughts:

“How can you just watch this, God of the Sengir? I hope, I pray, I wish that my great teacher can hear me crying, cowering, and begging against your designs. I know he will bring you down. Hear me, O God of Mercy, you who hear my life and sustain I!

Let the great ones of Ulgrotha hear this, or let the planeswalker Feroz hear my plea. He will come—he and the angel, Serra—to strike down these vampires and then strike down the God of the Sengir!”

Then the girl absorbed more arotamead root essences into her physical body and soul, singing:

“These are the good waters of my deep, firm kind…”

 The gargoyle adjusted both Serra and herself to the proper timeline and era while watching the Avenger’s face. Serra looked toward the cleric, her expression shifting to note the grave seriousness of what was unfolding within the aged serf in the Sengir’s ranks, deep within the castle by the Dwarven Mines. Serra offered a gesture of deep gratitude, then began scanning her study. Her physical movements betrayed the urgency of this crucial message as she gathered her focus in one continuous motion.

 Looking upward, she announced loudly, “Ah, a wish from a tear!” Then tears began to stream down Serra’s own face. After processing this for a few moments, she turned back to the gargoyle standing by her desk. She asked,

“Was that the Ravisher of Ulgrotha who placed the apocalyptic settings upon her own people?”

 The gargoyle looked at her, concentrating on her thoughts for a moment before answering,

“It was the prayer of a trapped innocent. And yes, ma’am—her wish has been long sought!”

 Serra adjusted her posture, peering closely at the guardian’s report. The angel could no longer restrain her emotions. Suddenly, with a bright, delighted warrior’s smile and a hint of suppressed laughter, Serra said loudly, “Grant her wish! Grant Ravi her wish!”

Serra then walked beneath the sky entrance of her sanctuary’s main study wing, gazing up into the heavens. She stared into the sky for a few moments before looking back at the gargoyle. This time, she was visibly suppressing laughter, her smile conveying absolute approval.

“Yes, grant Ravi her wish,” Serra said. “And place my compliments into that wish, along with an assuring blessing from you, your charge, and our newfound hope. Go with good speed.”

 She then composed herself, giving the gargoyle, a final gracious nod of dismissal as she turned to walk toward the study’s other door. The gargoyle guardian then took to the air, as her wings carrying her effortlessly through the open sky doors.

End Of Chapter?

Nicene’s Sign Of Truth.
Purity by Geo. E. Burks

‘Tis we alone in the light, thy stay guards.
And all others’ marks for wit and shed be undued.
Lest therein thou sheltered mother’s heart,
Dwells a trusting fair, blest by thy entitled dues.
That mastered all fears within all known arts,
With stays measured as you be tis your only true.


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The Love Of The Mother Background Information.

Justing A Hot Mantle.

Prose by Geo. E. Burks

“Don’t, draw that picture, Michelangelo. Just don’t.” The priest said to his artistic friend.

“But it’s the exact feeling I saw and trying to express visually.” Michelangelo responded.

The priest was determined to get the young genius to understand discipline and appropriateness stems as the same state of mind said. “Yesterday, Anthony and Pap when into the market, both wearing their school uniforms and both were shopping alone entering at different entrances, while three other students from the same school, all wearing their uniforms, were already in the market area and were starting trouble with one of the merchants. The merchant was intimidated by been outnumbered suddenly cried loudly an accusatory decree as he pointed at the three students. The three guilty students seeing this suddenly took off running and escaped using the market’s crowd to hide their paths. As they avoided from been clearly seen by the other merchants whom all were responding to the alarm, one of the now alert merchants saw and grabbed Anthony forcefully.

Anthony without hesitation, struck the merchant hard for the misappropriating, causing bodily harm to the merchant and knocking him to the ground.

Meanwhile elsewhere, another merchant hearing the alarm who had caught a glimpse of the fast moving students moving and blending in among the market’s crowd, decided to give chase and then saw Pap as he past the first layer of people of the crowd. This merchant who wasn’t aware of Anthony’s confrontation happening on the other side of the crowd, quickly went over to Pap, grabbing the young student abruptly and harshly.

Pap surprised and confused by the second merchant immediately demand to know what was going on. The second merchant said, “I saw you and your friends starting trouble over there and now you’re going to jail.”

Pap said, “that wasn’t me. You are making a big mistake!” The second merchant quipped back, “maybe I am or maybe not, but I have you and that’s good enough for me.”

The second merchant dragged Pap to where the alarm originated from and all the time they were walking to the place where all the trouble started, the crowd started shouting at Pap and the second merchant, “You caught one.”

Another said, “It’s Pap! He was one of them.”

The crowd started shouting and screaming more to them now by saying, “It’s Pap! He’s a trouble-maker.”

Another voice shouted out, “Pap, you better never come near my family!”

Then more people in the crowd started shouting at Pap saying, “Pap, you a bad man, don’t ever come near my sons.”

Then another screamed “Pap, I want your cart! Now I know can’t trust you to pay your debts to me.”

Then another “Pap, you will never work with us again.”

The second merchant brought Pap to the merchant who cried the alarm. This third merchant saw the school uniform then Pap face and said, “That is not the one, release him and help our friends over there.”

”C’mon” he continued on saying to the second merchant as both merchants ran to help the first merchant while leaving Pap alone with the near mob behind them.

As they arrived to the scene with Anthony, Anthony had already subdued two more merchants and a couple of men from the crowd and was now turning toward the arriving two merchants. The merchant that sounded the alarm came right up to him. First he saw the school uniform Anthony was wearing then he saw Anthony’s face then saw what Anthony could do as he viewed his friends around him on the ground in physical agony.

The third merchant cried, “Stop! This one isn’t the one of the those who started the trouble! Please, sir, forgive my friends. To them they were helping me and were not wrong by their hasty judgment. Please, fair sir, forgive us.”

Anthony brush off the dust on his clothes while straighten his uniform and suddenly spitted on the ground in front of third merchant saying to him and all of the merchants present, “Don’t none of you ever addressed me with such an insult again or you will find me grossly unforgiving.”

Anthony then turned and strode toward the market entrance in which he entered from, entirely unaware of what had unfolded elsewhere in the market. It was only after he exited and started to disappeared down the road did a desperate cry were heard by the defeated merchants. It was Pap. The crowd has beaten him up and left him on the ground by the place where the trouble originally started.

The priest looked at Michelangelo and said, “Do you see why you never paint that kind of picture in that way. You should just paint showing how the hot mantle was struck and the cause that heated it up. It is clearer and appropriate showing only the just vivid forms.

Geo. E. Burks

11/13/08, Orlando, Fla. (Revised 01/25/09 and 05/23/26)

Thank You For Letting Us Know We Aren’t Alone Feeling.

Purity By Geo. E. Burks

You, songbirds’ sweet touch wells life anew,

And In my mind, you redefine love’s steadiness, too.

Find anymore love forms in my kudo?

To do me better with that form again as true.

Even with the tears I hidden well, you shame me there, too.

As my culture’s most high, and there I praise you.

Don’t let me, let this fail, for what I do!

For the failures will always have me alone to show as dues.

This I can placed when my balance is made anew.

For our heart’s strong commonalities are expressed as art by you.

Thank You, for never allowing the thesis we be as a neglect for dues.

As a world under one sun, our skies resounded, by your harvest of our common felt lieus.

Always true as our natural capacity for refining what we crude.

For these refineries grew to be the reforms of our uniqueness as infinitive new!! 

Consistently since we first noticed you songbirds’ justifying and maturing our living life moods.  

With your airborne felt flights of everlasting passages thru and above my estate’s refuges. 

You are very much of my earth’s evolving substances, rising to reinforce the humanly soul true.

With signals liberating the whole spirit from points within that are uninformed subdued.

To reproof us as an always and again as we love and this is why I will evermore always love you.

Thank you for the sheltering and nurturing of our distinct hearts’ life-giving cultural rooted muses 

Your love and honor does enriches my country’s symbolic blues!!

With evermore revered love I am saying THANK YOU!!!

From A Fan Who Happily Dwelling In Your Snafus (with a smile) Named George.