How Pandora, the Wayward Heir Decorated Ashtan With A Logosmas Tree
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Walking among the tall, ancient trees and slick, mossy ground of a large forest northeast of Ashtan, the Wayward Heir surveyed the flora and fauna with a critical eye. She was searching for something special in this forest, a particular Pine tree She had in mind. She planned a Logosmas surprise for Ashtan only if She could find that one special tree.

There must be that perfect tree somewhere in the woods far from civilization!

Where is this one ideal tree She had in mind?

A number of grizzly bears passed Pandora on their way through the groves, barely giving Lady Pandora a glance. A lot of birds flittered amidst the emerald boughs of Northreach while the Goddess roamed in search of that elusive Logosmas tree.

Suddenly, a tall Pine tree loomed just above the green canopy of the forest a short distance away.

"Aha! There it is", Pandora, the Wayward Heir crowed with delight as She picked up Her pace, hurrying along a worn path toward that perfect tree further into the woods.

A huge, green Pine tree loomed in its majestic glory before Her as She craned her head backwards to look up at the most perfect Logosmas tree She ever laid Her eyes on. Long branches of green needles stretched outward from the trunk of the anicnet Pine tree that had grown in the woods for centuries. The fresh smell of Pine permeated the cool air around the grove.

A crooked smile lifted Her lips. Her spirit lifted at the thought of having the Pine tree finally after Her frustrating search all over Northreach.

'This is the perfect Logosmas tree', the Wayward Heir thought aloud.

Being the Goddess that She is, Pandora effortlessly tore the tree out of the earth with one hand with very little effort.

From within the Northreach Forest comes a loud and terrifying rumble, joined by the cacophonous shrieks and caws of birds escaping the scene.

The rumbling within the Northreach turns into a series of loud crackling sounds before a massive, ancient pine tree suddenly bursts forth into the air.

His home ravaged by the flailing roots of an airborne pine tree, the ministrations of a reclusive mystic have come to an abrupt end.

She ignored the angry mystic's vocal tirade of curses as he glared at her vehemently before he vanished into the thick forest.

The forest still loomed around Her with the tree in Her hand, an idea forming in Her mind as She spied a small rise to the northwest in the woods. A cliff overlooked a lake past the large pond, barely bordering Darkenwood. The Lady scurried past an assortment of animals looking up curiously after Her, the spindly needles of the tree brushing past the flora in its wake as a trail left evidence behind of the Lady carrying the Pine tree in Her hand.

She mounted the cliff, surveying the land below with a critical eye, patiently looking for a target She had in mind.

What was She looking for?

A distant city stretched along the southern edge of the bay, its buildings and walls glistening serenely in its watery reflections.

Pandora, the Wayward Heir grinned, hefting the enormous Pine tree in Her hand. She was feeling the weight of the tree and eyeing Ashtan, judging the distance from where She stood to the Seat of Chaos.

Can She throw the Pine tree far enough to strike Ashtan?

Through the skies of Sapience, a massive pine tree soars at speeds no bird could match, taking a parabolic southwestern trajectory.

Over Cormorant Rock, the speeding pine reaches the apex of its route, beginning a quick and threatening descent that somehow costs very few of its needles and cones.

Soon, the pine tree's impending landing zone becomes obvious: Ashtan, the Seat of Chaos.

Panicked screams fill the city of Ashtan as its denizens rush away from its gates, the shadow of a massive pine tree already painting that as its most likely impact point.

A loud crashing sound pierces the air as a massive pine tree lands, tip-first, into the streets of Ashtan, piercing through cobblestones and dirt both as it plants itself firmly into the ground.

Three unfortunate souls happened to be in Ashtan.. as their cries erupted from somewhere in the city.

A massive, speeding pine tree comes to an abrupt halt, leaving Dalran to wonder if death is the true meaning of Logosmas.

A massive, speeding pine tree comes to an abrupt halt, leaving Makram to wonder if death is the true meaning of Logosmas.

A massive, speeding pine tree comes to an abrupt halt, leaving Cobault to wonder if death is the true meaning of Logosmas.

With Her mission to find a perfect Logosmas tree for the Seat of Chaos, Pandora the Wayward Heir dusted Her clothes off from the briny needles of the tree and smiled with a satisfied look toward Ashtan.

She apparently can throw sharp ended objects as far as She wants to, Her aim true to the point.

Sapience blurs, clarity breaking apart in bursts of prismatic colour as the voice of Pandora echoes, "Merry Logosmas, Ashtan!"

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Scarlatan, in the year 817 AF.