Eating mushrooms.. Always a great snack, under that new Oak I like so much. The world seemed to get clear for a while, and then I was talking with Growler about the clarity. I almost remembered my name, but then the memory faded, and I was once again alone in the woods with my only friend, Growler.
I felt the calling then, like a great compelling to go to the Defilers gates and find something. I walked and walked, listening to the sounds of saws, and mills. The grinding of stone, and the hammers ping against hot steel. The smells of life in the Defiler’s realm are something to behold. Always a stench in this pit of waste, rot, sweat, and boiling hate. I would be filled with hate to the point of stench too, if I had to wear some poor elementals melted and forged skin all day in the hot sun. No wonder at all the Defilers curse like they do and send glares my way. I think they are envious that I am so comfortable in my leathers.
The Port of Call.. A haven for the Defilers seeking a rest from the sun. Silvanus had sent me a vision after my snack in the woods, and I did something completely out of the ordinary, I went inside. I thought of telling the Defilers that Silvanus would grant no mercy to them for the slaughter of the elementals. But then I realized I was almost going to actually talk to one. I had to stop myself from raising my hands to one of their faces and plunging my thumbs into his eyes. At least if I blinded him the pixies would not taunt him. It would be doing him a favor, but Growler would have none of it, so I left him to glare at me.
I sought permission from an old Oak chair to sit, and after hearing that I was welcome to sit from a very lady like voiced chair, I sat. I turned my attention to a fair female defiler standing to my left for a moment, and after glaring at her for a few minutes in silence she just curtseyed and left me be.
Silvanus bless my old forgetful bones, the world lit alight and the most amazing thing happened! I saw brilliance and the floor quivered and quaked and the room went suddenly dark. The next thing I know a wolverine on its hind legs walked right up to me and said in a thick dwarven accent that he wanted to sit with me. So I did the only rational thing I could think of and told him absolutely not. He sat with me anyways, and then proceeded to start lifting a tankard with a little wolverine paw and drink heavily. I decided that I would just confront the poor animal, but my attention was diverted by a massive squirrel walking around on its hind legs. It was prodding at this barkless dryad with a terribly angry look on her face. He prodded and prodded, till the dryad obviously taken aback by a squirrel poking at her stormed off to the stage and started playing a war march on her lute.
This is where things get weird. The next thing I know a sapling treant walks in and low and behold the squirrel went right after her! He prodded at her as well. I assume he did not know that she was too young to produce nuts yet, but it was nature, so he prodded. The treant did not swat the squirrel with her leafless branches, she only chided his squirrel chatter and offered him solace.
It came to me just then! Something bad was wrong, and I was sent to fix it. This treant that was only a sapling and did not have roots! She had this tree like base that strangely resembled a dress but no roots, and she floated across the floor never making a sound. The irony struck me and I was suddenly made aware how corrupt these defilers were. Some dark druidic evil was afoot, not adhering to the laws of nature, and had taken this treants roots, bark, and.. leaves. The dryad must be bonded to this treant because the dryad was barkless as well. The wolverine must be nested near this treants roots, and the squirrel must have been living in the treants branches. This act of vile wickedness had brought them to this place seeking her leaves and roots, and they needed my help. Further, none of them knew what they were. They had been stripped of their true names and were like me, nameless.
I decided that I would befriend them and help them on their quest to find the leaves and roots. If the treant could find her leaves, I may be able to help with the roots. It is always in the leaves that we find peace, especially the oaken leaves.
We sought out adventure, this band of misfit animals, and wildings of nature.
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