The Modryn Return

Arlos Darkleaf’s Tree-like features cracked with what might have resembled a smile, “So you cling to your old life and old name?Good, good. You will need that determination in the coming days.” His deep voice booming and echoing around the glade.
Arthyr stood and realised how different he felt; lighter, stronger and there was something else, a power deep within which pulsed through his body. He looked up to Arlas, “What, what has happened to me? Where am I?” He stuttered.

The Treeman turned and started to walk away, “An old friend is on the way, he will explain. As for me, I have other places to be and others to attend to.” And with that Arlos vanished into the woods as if he had never been there. Arthyr stood in the middle of the glade stunned, he looked around trying to determine where he was but no matter where he looked he could not tell. The sky was shrouded from him by the overhanging trees, and the woods that surrounded him seemed to continue to shift and change each time he looked carefully at them.

Bright white light spread out of the gateway and into the glade. Then through the gateway came a figure carrying an odd looking staff. Arthyr cocked his head, another memory sparked in his mind, he knew this being, an Aelf, old far beyond his appearance.
“Arthyr, it is good to see you. You’re new form is formidable.” Chuckled the Aelf, “You look unsure, it is to be expected. I am Dayga, Spellweaver of Spiteshade Vale. I am here to guide you and help explain what has happened.” Arthyr nodded, the memory became clearer. “Dayga, I, I, remember you. Thank you for coming. I have many questions, but what happened to me?” Dayga smiled and sat down cross-legged and placed his staff across his legs.

“Arthyr, you died. Glasznik and his beast extinguished your life. However, somehow, Kurnoth and Alarielle saved your soul before it was lost to Slaanesh. Your soul was kept safe in one of the hidden soul pods. Where Kurnoth has kept a watchful eye over you, granting you the gift of your new life.” Dayga said as he pointed at Arthyr. “You have been awoken. A quest has been bestowed to you and your kin, the Tower of the Eternal Wood has been claimed by the Bad Moon, and you shall take it back.” Arthyr nodded, it made sense now. The shattered memories, the otherworldly power he could feel pulsing throughout him; he stepped towards Dayga, “Where to now then old friend?”
“First to Spiteshade Vale to collect your weapons and your brother!” Replied Dayga as he stood and returned to the glowing gateway through which he had entered the glade.