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At last, the gods had returned to the earth and the people would be either blessed, or cursed by their return. Still the people would change and grow with their gods, violent or peaceful the gods all brought change. None as much as Wyldeheart though for he brought life to a planet that much needed it, much of the wild life had been destroyed by the death god and even now only basic creatures existed. Few and far between were animals, small herds and simple beasts but not as much as their should. Perhaps now with the return of the earth god that would change and life would not only return but flourish.

His people did, they took the advice of their god and set to work, inspired by his loving speech and his talks of balance within nature. They made the forest their home, not by cutting it down but by living within it. They made houses in the trees and what wood they took, they planet a thousand more seeds to replace. They understood the give and take lesson well indeed for they soon set up shrines too, whittled from dead logs and old wood, carved into the shape of the Wyldehearts might skull and placed offerings. They did all this and more, setting up a solid community within the forest and a druidic like bond with the surrounding enviroment. Food was still scare though but they became talented hunters, ghosts almost inside the dark of the forest. A mysterious and rightous people, firm in their belief that they walked with nature on their side.

However the message was limited, so far word of the earth god had not spread beyond the great forest.