Somewhere far away, a bet is made.

Over a lake in the northern reaches of Garnethold, a beam of light descends from the sky.  As it hits the water, it resolves into the form of a god in a flowing white raiment.  Four wide heron wings spread from their back.  

"My children," they say in greeting at the turtle monster and human demigod.

"Erin - You are familiar with the current Champion of Preservation, Ara'Vine?" the god says with a hint of distaste.  "While he has done a great deal for the healing of mankind, it has always been of Our opinion that was merely the result of good fortune in which mage-power he happened to possess.  That someone with a true gift for healing, as you have shown yourself to have, could do in a century what it took a millenium for him to learn."

"I have made arrangements with Diamondeye of Preservation that I can grant the same power that Ara'Vine possesses to anyone I choose.  Will you accept this task and this power?"

Somewhere far away, a bet is made.

Over a lake in the southern reaches of Garnethold, a beam of light descends from the sky.  As it hits the water, it resolves into the form of a god in a flowing white raiment.  Four wide heron wings spread from their back.  

"My children," they say in greeting at the turtle monster and human demigod.

"Erin - You are familiar with the current Champion of Preservation, Ara'Vine?" the god says with a hint of distaste.  "While he has done a great deal for the healing of mankind, it has always been of Our opinion that was merely the result of good fortune in which mage-power he happened to possess.  That someone with a true gift for healing, as you have shown yourself to have, could do in a century what it took a millenium for him to learn."

"I have made arrangements with Diamondeye of Preservation that I can grant the same power that Ara'Vine possesses to anyone I choose.  Will you accept this task and this power?"