“Meilikki, Forest Queen, hear me. It is I, Aerys Targaryan, your humble servant. I know your dogma.
’ Intelligent beings can live in harmony with the wild without requiring the destruction of one in the name of the other. Embrace the wild and fear it not, because the wild ways are the good ways. Keep the Balance and learn the hidden ways of life, but stress the positive and outreaching nature of the wild. Do not let trees be needlessly felled or the forest burned. Live in the forest and be part of the forest, but do not dwell in endless battle against the forest. Protect forest life, defend every tree, plant anew where death falls a tree, and restore the natural harmony that fire-users and woodcutters often disrupt. Live as one in the woods, teach others to do so, and punish and curtail those that hunt for sport or practice cruelties on wild creatures. ’
‘learn the hidden ways of life’
I have dedicated my life to your service, endeavoring to collect knowledge as a Loremaster so i may pass it on to your followers. I have been bestowed the powerful gifts of your faith and used them to defend the forest and the Realms themselves. But in my greatest adventure, I have failed to secure the Chthonic Heart. Now the time grows near when my companions and I must pick up the quest again, and venture forth once more into the Planes.
‘learn the hidden ways of life’?
I have. Yet, not fully enough. My knowledge of the Planes beyond mine own here upon Toril is insufficient to this task. I need help…. I need your help Mielikki. Send me the name of an ally, the name of one more knowledgeable than I in the ways of the Planes, an agent of yours, an Angel. Who is the Angel who will accompany me, assist me, and teach me the ways of the Planes while I face Devils and Demons alike in my pursuit of the Chthonic Heart?"
His voice raised in volume during the final question, it was the question that was important. In so doing, this completed his verbal component and the ten minute casting of the Divination. Aerys took a deep breath, anticipating the divine touch of Mielikki in response to his question. The simple fire that he had built and lit without use of magic crackled pleasantly in the night. The sounds of the forest were around him, calming him. The fire crackled. Louder! The fire grew larger, hotter! The Targaryan was enraptured by its beauty, staring blankly into the pillar of holy fire erupting before him. His vision culminating in the sight of an Angel, a Solar wreathed in the flames. Four heads: ox, lion, eagle, and man. Four wings: two wrapped around him and the other set flapping. A large sword, a tall bow, a look of timeless wisdom. Fire all around, he heard Her voice in his ear…" Cherubim".
Reality spun back into place and the chill of the night air, the dark star filled night returned him to his senses. Aerys Targaryan, Cleric, Loremaster, and Hierophant, pushed himself easily to his feet, an air of confidence around him now. A smile came to his lips. The last glance around to triple check his surroundings now completed, he began waving his arms in large arcs above him, took a step to his right and turned away from the fire. The last exaggerated gesture split the dark night air with a razor of holy power. “Cherubim.”