Ooooh. Interesting choice. And you've somehow got bonuses in all four of those elements! It's like I've planned this story and I'm not just making it up as we go!
But seriously, where is everyone else?
Thuun, put at ease by the revelation, and feeling slightly silly for having been alarmed so, lets out a nervous chuckle before turning his attention back to the orb.
It was a curious thing, what the Seer had obviously intended for him to do. Thuun was used to mending people, not relics of his God!
But regardless, he focused himself toward the task at hand...what magics would he need to utilize? Fire and Light spring to mind immediately, as they are the source of Solvarion's power. But the orb is well, an orb, and doubtless made of different forms of ore, requiring an application of Earth magic.
At the same time, it was clearly connected to Solvarion in a deep, intrinsic way and Solvarion, while divine, is...or was presumably a living thing, thus demanding the ministration of Thuun's specialty of Life magic.
All these thoughts swirled within his head as he stared deep into the orb, and made his decision.
Touching his finger once more to the broken orb, Thuun gently teased each of the four magic forms he had identified into the orb, watching for reaction, and pouring forth the powers that prove to help the task.
You draw your mind in, focusing solely on the orb, blocking even the seer's presence from your thoughts. You gently lay an index finger on each piece of the orb and sink within yourself. The first elements to spring to mind are Fire and Light, their symbols curiously interwoven in your mind's eye. (Fi: 6, Lt: 3+2) Your index fingers begin to glow a searing golden-white an instant before the fiery light seeps into the halves of the orb. The white spirals glow brilliantly while the golden flecks shine with inner fire.
Time for the third element. As the earthly symbol of Solvarion, you need the third element - Earth - as a structural matrix. You're not even entirely sure on what you're doing, rather functioning on instinct and educated guesses. Nevertheless, you reach deep within yourself and summon the third element. Your head begins to pound with the strain and you know that the magical kickback after this stunt is going to be hell, but it's important.
You're not sure why, but it's important.
(Ea: 4+1) From your knuckles up to your elbows, ochre light stems forth in a solid, sturdy glow. As the matrix forms and the three elements blend into one, your eyes shift and you can see the network of connections that once held the rocky orb together. Your fingers slide over the halves and suddenly you're cupping the two pieces and pressing them together. There's a pulse of red-orange light and the cracked orb is whole once more, the white swirl of rock shining all the brighter, the gold flecks bursting into rays of golden light. Yet the orb is inert.
You reach forth with the final element, Life. You wonder what you are doing, why you're trying to bring this rock to life. (Li: 1+1) Your thoughts stumble over the spell and the magic fades, the green energy of Life itself sinking into the dead rock you hold and failing to achieve anything. The black swirl darkens and seems to be shedding shadows now, in stark counterpoint to the radiant white light given off by the white. And you understand. Solvarion is the God of Life, but he is also the God of Death. You need both. Within your mind you see the spells of Life invert and you come to understand Life magic in a way that few before you have.
You murmur a prayer to Lunette, hoping she will forgive you for what you're about to do.
(Li: 6-1) Green light flares into brilliance beneath your right hand.
(Li: 5) All green light fades from existence beneath your left.
Your life magic passes in a circuit through the rock, tracing the intricate whorls and swirls of white rock through the centre, meeting the end of the black rock and completing the spiral outwards to then be drawn into your left hand. There's a loud snapping sound and the rock shivers.
You set the Orb of Solvarion back upon its pedestal and step backwards. The orb is no longer glowing, except for the golden flecks - just as you remember. You genuflect to the Orb and turn back to the seer. He is... slightly disturbed. Horrified, perhaps. "I am sorry," he murmurs to you. "I did not know what I would be asking of you."
You smile grimly and shrug your shoulders. Warmth spreads down the outside of your legs. You look down, already knowing what you'd see. Vicious cuts crisscross your arms and legs and blood is flowing forth. Miraculously your arteries are still intact, but you're still in a lot of trouble. You swoon and collapse. Blackness rushes in around you, even as the seer turns to shout for help. The last thing you hear before unconsciousness claims you is one word.
"Congratulations."
You awaken to a familiar landscape. You're in the middle of the Elven plain again. You see a few elves out hunting. The sun is high above you. It must be close to midday. This sun seems... Yellower than usual, once again the old sun, Solvarion's physical avatar.
A voice sounds through your mind.
"Hello again, young Healer. To stay is to learn the truth, but as you know you may well die. Are you ready this time?"