A Gathering Storm (Closed)

It was time.
Having slowly and painfully retraced the steps on the map he had "borrowed", Gale had arrived at it's origin.
Not only that, but he had begun to sense a certain presence in between all the pain in the environment around him: Brothers in arms.
Following the energy to its source, Gale discovered an overgrown clearing. The area looked like it had once been used rather often in years past, but had long since fallen into neglect.
Quickly scanning the area Gale found what he was looking for, a twisted looking tree stretching far into the air. At the base of the tree were runes simply saying "Enthome".

Striding towards the tree, Gale reached out and touched it, feeling familiar magics at work. Bending them to his will, Gale began to chant;
"Stones will break, and roots will squeeze,
 vines will grow and bend all knees;
 mushrooms hunt and thorns yoke;
 weeds strangle and flowers choke.
 The age of skin is done, the hour of bark has come. Baruuum."

As the last word hung in the air, a deep rumbling came from somewhere deep below and echoing all around seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere.
"Baruuum."
The tree opened its eyes.