An opportunity not to be wasted
As Esyae walked through the forest her mind started to wander, the memories of the last few battles forming as leaves on her canopy. She would never forget how her people had suffered at the hand of the followers of Nurgle.
But there was still hope. Although her Wargrove had suffered more than one defeat in the quest to find Phaendar, they had succeeded. Phaendar was once again amongst his people. The young Ancient had been captured by a human wizard, who had used Phaendars lifeforce to strengthen his own magic. Phaendar had almost been drained, his branches all withered and his limbs nothing but twigs. But Phaendar had still been able to call out to Esaye, she had heard his song.
Esaye had gathered a small warband consisting only of a few Dryads and some Tree-Revenants, and together they had searched the plains for the wizard.
When they finally arrived at the wizard tower they were ambushed by Free-Guild humans and a Beast from another realm. The Beast, a huge Oruuk of the Ironjaws had decided that the rock between the Sylvanteh and their foe, was the perfect place to sharpen his axe, and he would not be persuaded to leave. Esaye and her warband did the best they could to defeat him, but the Free-Guild humans had some how mistaken the Sylvaneth for Daemons and did all they could to hinder their advance. Esyae had to retreat and leave the Orruk to the humans.
The Sylvaneth had waited until nightfall before they returned to the battlefield. There was no sign of the Orruk or the humans apart from the torn limbs and broken weapons of the Free-Guild. The Sylvanth moved on, and reached the wizards tower. It was all crumpled and broken apart. A fell voice hung in the air, and warned them not to come closer. Esaye used all her protective spells and send the Dryads forth, they were hit by a massive shock wave coming from the tower. It was as the tower was alive crackling with un-natural energy, the old stonework was possessed by the spirit of the wizard.
Esaye lifted up the Moonstone of hidden ways, she felt its power strengthen her song. The earth itself started to shake and move as branches and roots sprung from it. She felt him, she heard him, his whisper growing into a roar, it was the Warsong of Phaendar. The Moonstone had freed him from his imprisonment under the Wizard's tower, and Esaye watched as roots and branches formed into a mighty Treeman, Phaendar the Ancient of the Silveroak glade was amongst them again. With a bolt of energy from his staff Phaendar hit the tower and banished the wizards evil spirit.
The song had grown stronger since that day, and along with the return of Phaendar, the Silveroak Glade had grown in strength and numbers, the Kurnoth Hunters had joined them and the ranks of the Dryads had grown considerably.
As Esaye continued to walk through the forest, she noticed that something else had changed, the living forest was slowly returning to Ghyran.
The only thing that really troubled her, was the fact that the last time they had encountered the Rotbringers, they had gotten away with some shard from a Dark Crystal. Esaya had a strange feeling that the Crystal could still strengthen the Lord of Decay and help him spread his pestilence. She needed to secure more allies to stop the invaders.
And Although the Free-Guild and even the Stormcast had been seen roaming the lands, she knew that Phaendar would never trust them, not after been held captive by a human, he hated humans almost as much as he hated the followers of Chaos.
The Silveroak Glade was still gathering its strength and did not yet have the forces to win this war.
Esaye had heard wispers of a small group of Fyreslayers entering the realm, they were probably hunting the Orruk that she had earlier encountered?
The Fyreslayers were noble warriors, and if they could be persuaded to join the fight, they would make formidable allies.
Esaye called out to her Dryads, they would be commanded to seek out and locate the camp of the Fyreslayers, and bring back word of there whereabouts to the Branchwych.
This was an opportunity not to be wasted.