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Anaria'tal

"I breathed life into the trees, to the plants, to the grass... now I am forced to watch it burn... be cut down and salted... It is more painful than any mortal can imagine."

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a character in “The Gods of Pandeum”, as played by Zentose

Description

God
God Name: Anaria'tal
Title: Goddess of Nature and Growth, Mother of Forests, Tal vas'est(High Queen of the Trees), The Green Mistress
Gender: The Embodiment of Females
Alignment: True Neutral
God Appearance: Anaria's main form is that of a beautiful woman, gorgeous and pure. She has long red hair and turquoise eyes. She has an extremely feminine body, well curved and beautiful, an envy to any mortal, even many gods. Her skin is fair and soft, not resembling that of her children at all. She is regularly seen being covered by vines and leaves, not wearing conventional clothing. She can take the shape of most plants as well, trees, flowers, anything like that.
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Personality: Anaria was once the most caring goddess one could imagine, she was loving and cared for every creature in Pandeum, but at the beginning of the Young God's rebellion, when the war machines and such were being made, she felt each and every swing of an axe into her trees, every scorched blade of grass, each unborn seed in salted fields, she felt the pain and sorrow of it all. Tens of thousands of deaths, all felt by a single body. This pain, coupled with losing control over her remaining children, have scarred her deeply. She has become wholly apathetic to most things in the mortal plain. She speaks only to her avatar, and spends her time tending to the children she can. the only thing she truly wants in the world, is to once again watch over the land and see it grow. She understands the necessities of the world, the need of her children's bodies. And accepts it. She cannot condone disrespect of them. She is not as a mother bear is to her cubs, she is respective of the cycle. The mortals require housing and heat, so they use her children. They require protection, and her children provide it. They require food, and they provide. Because of all this, Anaria cannot understand why any would disrespect her and that which she created. Without her the mortals wouldn't be alive, they wouldn't thrive, they wouldn't have existed beyond a day. She bore them fruit, she bore them shelter. She despises humans that do nothing but take and take and take, they disrespect the cycle of the world, the give and take, the live and die. She once preached nothing but peace, but now, she will kill those that come to uselessly harm her children. Lone survivors whom venture into the Arro'est tell tales of the trees coming alive and devouring their comrades. She takes no pleasure in this, she sees it as protection.

Opinion of mortals: Anaria's respect for mortals hinges on their respect for her children, for the trees, the grass, the flowers, all of it. She has great respect for gatherers and farmers, those that can stimulate growth, and especially, those that appreciate her children, from the smallest blade of grass to the largest tree. However, those that come with axes and fire to cut down her love, or whom pillage fields and salt them, destroying growth, those are the mortals she once hated, but the loss of her children numbed her to the pain, now she feels little towards them.

God’s Domain: Anaria once claimed domain over all forests in the land, but sadly, that honor was lost during the Great Conflict. She now only has domain over the great forest of Arro'est, a forest hundreds of miles in diameter. Anaria's first children, her first trees were created here, and there they remain, at the heart of the forest. None but Anaria herself truly know all that dwells within it. On one side there is a large rocky coast, and the forest is surrounded by wide plains. Rivers crisscross throughout the forest, but there is one large river that runs into a Delta that splits the forest nigh-evenly in two.

Avatar Name: Andrasta'anna
Avatar Appearance: Andrasta has long brown hair and dark brown eyes, she is quite pretty, but not quite the picture of beauty that Anaria is. She is slender but strong, unnaturally so. She has the long ears of her people(longer than elves, which is the only real distinguishing feature of dryads versus elves). She wears short pants and a small top that reveals most of her midriff.
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Personality: Andrasta is extremely devoted to Anaria, despite Anaria's apathy to most things. Andrasta is noble and virtuous and she tries her best to be the greatest leader she can be. She does what she thinks Anaria would do, she truly believes that she is the Voice of Anaria, Anna i'Tal. She would follow Anaria to her death, she would slit her own throat if Anaria asked. Andrasta si devoted not just to Anaria, but to the ause of the Dryad's and Fae within her domain as well. She is just and fair in ruling them, but she is also too trusting of her fellow priests. She trusts all of those in the church, as each member must have been touched by Anaria in some way

Magic Abilities:
Nature's Command: Andrasta can commune with any plant, from the smallest blade of grass to the largest tree, she can feel what it needs, wants, hates, she can feel it all. She can even make them do things for her, not to the level of Anaria, but still she can control vines, branches, even make flowers grow.
Becoming Nature: Andrasta can meld into the plants around her, completely hiding herself within them, she can still be injured in this state, but if someone didn't see her meld into the nature, she becomes practically unseen. it takes all her concentration to do this however, so she cannot be hurt too badly, or do anything while maintaining it.
Aspect of Nature: Andrasta can make her body have the aspects of certain plants, she can grow vines from her limbs, turn her skin into bark, even spout thorns from her flesh.
Healing: Andrasta can heal any small wound quickly, using up a lot of her energy. And if given enough time she can heal large wounds as well, but this would drain her, it is quicker and less intensive for her to just grow more herbs to use on a battlefield.

Hero:
Orell'than
Rank/Reason:
High Priest of Anaria, lover of Andrasta
Personality: Orell'than has been told his entire life that he was special, and he was. Completely in-tune with nature(even so powerful with the druidic arts to control fire, nature's enemy) Orell is the High Priest of the Church, as well as the head of the Druids. This has not made him cocky though, quite the opposite it has humbled him. He is a good man, yet understands the nature of the forest better than anyone but Anaria herself, he is a talented warrior, scribe, seer, and politician. He has one fatal flaw though, he does not want to die. He wants the forest to stay as it is and to live within it forever. He has kept with the isolationist policies of his predecessors, out of fear of invasion, as opposed to wanting to protect his people.

Hero:
Zalar'tan
Rank/Reason:
Priest of Anaria
Personality: Zalar'tan is High Priest of the largest settlement in Arro'ell. He is a fair man and a just ruler. He, however, sees the Fae as lesser than the Dryads, as they are less in tune with the nature around them, therefore making them less important in the eyes of Anaria, in his opinion.

Hero:
Niela'ten
Rank/Reason:
Priestess of Anaria
Personality: Niela'ten is the main military tactician in Arro'ell. She commands all the logistics of the military and is a fearful foe in combat. She is a harsh woman, and sees most situations as a military encounter, even with her own family.

Hero:
Gianna Salfar'ten
Rank/Reason:
Priestess of Anaria
Personality: Gianna Salfar'ten is the highest ranking Fae in the Church, she is a fair woman and tries to see to the needs of the Fae, she wants them treated fairly and seen equally as the Dryads, which they are for the most part.

Terrain Preference: Forests

Name of Theocracy: Arro'ell, meaning Holy Land.

Capital:
Arro'al - The Capitol of Arro'ell, Arro'al(meaning Holy Temple), is less of a city, and more of a meeting place for the leaders of the Church. There is a large temple formed through the roots of dozens of trees, their roots bend and curve into the halls and rooms, it is a one-of-a-kind site, and one of the most holy sites in all of Arro'ell. The High Priest meets with the Avatar here, and the Priests converge for important meetings at this place. few have ever laid eyes upon it, even those in the Arro'est(Holy Forest).

Major Cities:
Silfa'al - Largest group of peoples within Arro'ell, the houses range from treetop manors to hovels in the ground, there are thousands living in this city.
Alka'al - Main military outpost of Arro'ell, contains mainly warriors and their families.
Kelay'al - This city contains the largest group of Fae in Arro'ell.
Society:

People
Dryads
The Dryads are the main populace of Arro'ell, it's culture, policies, even language are that of the Dryad. They are a soft spoken people, highly devoted to their cause and to Anaria, whom they refer to as Tal vas'est, Queen of the Trees. They honor all the nature and have great hatred towards all that dishonor it, despite Anaria's new found apathy. The Dryad's have long lives which they give to the populace as a whole, there is no I in the Dryad code, they are communal creatures, whom love deliberation and co-operation. This is not to say they know not of conflict, or how to deal with it. Many a foolish army has ventured into the woods of Arro, only to never be heard from again. The druids are masters of blending into nature and taking out their foes in a guerrilla style warfare, taking them out without being seen while hiding in the woods. Their bowman ship in nigh-unmatched, along with their bow crafting, they use sacred tree branches and hemp from the forest to craft their masterpieces, they are the envy of any marksman. The Dryad's plant fruit-bearing bushes in sun-lit areas and rely on the few fruit trees in the forest to provide them food, which they have in excess, starvation is not present in Arro'ell. Dryads look at situations with an open mind, a calm mind, and they don't let their emotions interfere with most of their duties. That is not to say they don't feel, just that they are reserved.
Fae
The Fae are the minority populace of Arro'ell, they are short-lived creatures of emotion, never living to be more than 40. They possess weak ethereal wings that can barely let them fly to the top of a tree and glide. they have their own language, and customs, but most all have forgotten them and have completely gone over to the dryadic ways. The Fae are omnivores, they need meat to survive. Anemia is a problem in some of the Fae communities. Most can get enough meat through small hunts, but larger communities(especially the Fae district in Arro'al) have trouble getting enough for everyone. On average, Fae are not warriors, they are creatures of strong emotion, acting upon love and desire, more than duty and respect. The few Fae that are warriors are among the most fearsome among them, they are fast, agile, and their wings give them an edge-up on any opponent.
Druids
The Druid Order is an exclusive order of Dryads who are so in tune with nature that they can commune with it, sense it's feelings and needs. The greatest of these can even control nature itself, just as Anaria can. Many druids tend to join the temple as well, becoming priests, yet some live by themselves in secluded areas of the forest, communing with the trees and the plants.
Church of Anaria'tal
The Church of Anaria'tal is the main governing body of Arro'ell. It is the only accepted faith within the forest, all whom dwell in the forest worship Anaria. The Priests are also the government officials, they control everything from the faith to the military. The ranks, starting with the highest, are Anaria'tal herself(tal meaning Goddess or High Queen), the Avatar, 'anna(meaning voice, when used a a suffix it mean voice of the goddess), High Priest or Priestess, 'than or 'then(meaning High Priest or Priestess), Priest or Priestess, 'tan or ten(meaning Priest or Priestess), and finally the Clerics, 'zan or 'zen(meaning Cleric, zan being male, zen being female).
Tal'vaston:
The Tal'vaston, or Arrow of the High Queen, are the most exclusive order within Arro'ell, they are the main warriors and are completely devoted to Anaria'tal. They are easily recognizable by their elk mounts. They do not have a home, and do not take lovers until they are done with the Order. The Tal'vaston are all hardened warriors and some of the best marksmen in Pandeum. However, there are never more than a few hundred at a time. In the woods, these few hundred are better than thousands of normal soldiers, but their offensive capabilities outside of their natural environment are not as amazing. They are still amazingly strong and fearsome, but they are at their best in the forests.

Language
The Dryad Language is very formal and difficult for those whom use the common tongue to learn. The main thing that outsiders notice about the language is their use of suffixes when saying someone's name. It is only out of complete disrespect that one ever refers to someone without using a suffix. Suffixes are a major part of their language, even words can be completely changed with a suffix only one single letter apart.

The Fae language is short and simple in most regards, yet they have hundreds of words to describe emotion, words that are impossible to translate to any other language.

Economy
Although Arro'ell is very isolationist in it's border policy, but they do still trade with the outside world. They use their own caravans, never allowing outsiders within their borders(the few foolish enough to venture within the forest are told forcefully to leave, if they refuse they are shot and their bodies are found hung outside of the forest, disemboweled, as a message). All that they export are herbs and medicinal plants they gather from the forest, because of Anaria's omnipresence within the forest the plant life as growth and properties that are unseen anywhere else, plants grow thicker and fuller, trees grow taller and stronger. Every now and then when the coffers of the country run low they sell their handcrafted bows, but that is very rare. using the funds from their exports, they import iron, cloth and leather. Everything else is self-regulated within the forest. Food is found in excess, young trees are cut down, with much ceremony, for materials, almost all they need is within their borders.

Politics
Arro'ell is best described as a Theocracy. The Priests and Priestesses of Anaria are the ruling bodies of each major settlement, all of whom answer to Andrasta, voice of Anaria. All whom live in Arro'ell are expected to be devout and love the goddess Anaria and to respect her children. The plants, the trees, the fruit they eat, all of it. Those whom disrespect it are banished from the forest, never to again be allowed entry, but this is rare. The Fae, whom are less in-tune with nature than the dryads, are given no leniency with this law, and make up the majority of those who are banished. The druids have respect for the Fae, but do not like to mingle with them too much. The Fae's fast paced nature conflicts with the inner-peace and such of the long-lived Dryads.

Their foreign policy is nearly completely isolationist, aside from their caravans. They do not allow foreigners in and keep them out very well, their druids can sense intrusions in their borders from miles away(as most of their villages are far from the border itself). Most know never to venture into the forest, as few ever return.

So begins...

Anaria'tal's Story

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Cali and Luman

“There is a shift in energy manifesting.” Luman said as he stroked his chin, two golden eyes focused on checkered board in front of him. He reached out, moving his the white form of one of his knights several spaces forward. “Yes, I’m very away, my love.” Cali said as she cornered her husband’s ivory king with a dark queen. “It’s a emptiness unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.” She looked up from the board, amusement flickering in her ebony colored eyes. “I believe I won this game.” Luman chuckled, running his fingers through his hair as leaned back in his throne. “I believe so, my dear. Your cleverness knows no bounds.” The Lady of Shadows smirked, rising from her obsidian seat and walking about the chessboard. She sat in her husband’s lap, draping her legs over his throne’s armrest. “Now,” she started. “We must prepare for this coming change, whatever it is. Regardless of whether it’s dark or light, something with this much energy is bound to knock everything out of balance.”

Luman nodded. “I know, that’s what I’m worried about. We’ve all come to such a good place. The nations are healthy, the Treaty goes unthreatened, and for a while, I thought we’d have actual harmony.” “Well, you know what they say.” Cali said. “A God’s work is never finished.” Luman smiled weakly and leaned over, kissing the goddess on her nose. “Why must you always be so insightful?” “It’s a blessing and a curse, to be quite frank.” Ebony smirked as she got up, her leathery wings lifting her several inches off the ground. “We should spread the word among the gods.” Luman nodded, standing up and walking over to the nearest window. A ball of light formed in his hand and he brought it to his lips. “Go give word to our brothers.” And it flew off into the realms of the other gods, where it would give the same message.

“Something is coming. Be prepared.”

Dolus Magnus

The crown was heavy on Dolus’ head. It’s golden halo and sparkling jewels filled the white of his hair with colored light. The tips of his elongated ears rubbed against the crown’s rim, causing their pointed ends to slightly redden with irritation. As the bastard prince looked into the mirror, he couldn’t bring himself to smile. The crown wasn’t meant to be worn by someone who looked like him. The dull silver in his eyes deepened with the slight pang of sadness he felt. He starred in the mirror for several moments, a look of concentration on his face, before his appearance began to subtly ripple and change.

The marks on his skin faded, his hair turned a warm brown, and his ears shortened and rounded out, not leaving a hint of their barbs. The sad metallics of his eyes filled with a sharp amber and for a moment, Dolus flickered with genuine satisfaction. This is what the people wanted. “Dolus? Are you ready?” Orion walked in, a mixture of sadness and anger covering his face when he saw his prince. “You aren’t trying this again.” A smile formed on Dolus’ lips as he turned around. It was mostly sincere, which became progressively more difficult for the prince as he coronation closened. “Oh, hush. This is a good idea. The people will be much more comfortable if I look like this.” Dolus gestured to his face. Orion rolled his eyes and shook his head. “They’ll love you. They’ll love you without your tricks and spells. Just as I do.” Dolus let out a laugh. “Many late nights have proven that you’re a big fan of my ‘tricks.’” A smile cracked on the bodyguard’s face.

A moment of silence passed between them. “Well,” Orion started. “We should be on our way. You have to discuss plans for the Harvest Festival.” He paused before continuing. “And, at the end of the day, it’s your coronation. It’s your decision how the Empire sees you. You’re the Emperor, so I won’t tell you how to live your life.” Dolus shook his head, the color draining from his hair and the marks slowly rising back onto his skin. “I’m not the Emperor yet. Let’s not get too dramatic.” He walked toward his guard and placed a hand on his cheek, the other man’s stubble pricking him slightly. “Thank you, Orion.” “It’s my pleasure, Prince Dolus.” The future emperor smiled. “Let’s not delay then. I feel like this festival will be a grand time, don’t you?” They began walking. “If you have a hand in it, this festival will be like none that anyone has ever seen before.”

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#, as written by Zentose
A cool breeze passed through the forest. It howls as it moves through the leaves, the branches, the underbrush. It travels slowly, observing the events, yet too frightened of Anaria to do anything to interject. For this forest, all of it, is her domain. her protectorate, her home.



Within this same forest, a small child plays with her friends. Her and her tribe had just moved into this forest to get away from the constant war. This child was separated from her friends during a game. And now, she was lost and alone...

The young girl was frightened, as night was coming. She was shaking as she moved through the darkening forest the howls of wolves growing ever present. Her parents always warned her about going out alone, but she never listened. Now however, she was begging and pleading to get back to her camp, she was praying to the gods saying she would never run off again.

She heard the rustling of bushes and called out, thinking the gods had answered her prayers... How wrong she was. It was three large wolves, black as night, eyes filled with anger. The child backed up, hitting a tree as she moved. She froze unable to move as the wolves snarled and barred their teeth moving ever closer to the small child they perceived as an intruder in their territory. Just as the lead wolf pounced wines wrapped around it's legs, holding it in place, it growled and began to gnaw at the vines before they lifted its body up and tossed it against its fellow wolf. A woman, the most beautiful woman the child had ever seen walked in between her and the wolves. Her body radiated with light in the cold dark forest.

She spoke with grace, as well as force, it denoted respect, as well as care, "You have eaten your fill today, leave this child alone. She did not mean to enter your home."

The wolf growled back.

The gorgeous woman walked towards the wolf, who was now back on his paws. She slowly moved her hand towards him, he growled, then stopped as she placed her hand on its head, "I gave you this home, I can take it away in an instant. Now. Go to your children."

The child was stunned, she didn't know what to do, or say. She was speechless. She took a step towards the woman, but stopped when the woman turned around and set her turquoise gaze upon her. There was peace in her eyes, love, fury, so much. The child fell on her knees and began to cry. Only to have the woman's warm hand touch her child lifting it up.

"Child," she spoke, warmer than the sun, "Do not cry, you are in my home now, I will always be here."

"Wh-who are you?" the child meekly spoke.

"Anaria, and all the plants you see around you are my children."

"Your... children? Are you a goddess?"

"If you must use that moniker. And who are you, child?"

"I am Andrasta'ni."

"A lovely name. Your camp is straight in that direction, be safe," she pointed off in the distance with a smile.

Andrasta began to walk off in the direction she indicated, but turned around and said, "Would you let us stay here? My mommy and I have been running from others with our tribe for a long time... Can you make us safe?"

Anaria chuckled a bit before smiling and looking at her, "Andrasta'ni, you and your tribe may stay for as long as you respect my children."

Andrasta smiled and ran off, yelling, "Thank you Anaria!"

Hundreds of Years Later


That day is still close to Andrasta'anna heart, even after so much time. it is how she sees Anaria'tal, no matter how unlike it she now is. That Anaria, is the one Andrasta preaches of, that Anaria, before the war, was what Andrasta follows.

Now, in the heart of the forest that she first met her Queen, she now walked, it was a silent, peaceful autumn night. The stars peeked through the orange and red leaves above, which had not yet started to fall. The changing of leaves always made Andrasta a tad despondent, as she remembered once when the seasons never affected the forest, when Anaria would keep everything green and sheltered. Now during the winter the Dryads needed to wear thick clothing, when before they could wear practically nothing, they could feel the grass on their feet, the bark against their skin as they climbed trees... The cold affects everything now. And the Dryads, just as Andrasta, had to adapt. A slight gust passed through the forest, Andrasta shivered as it went by, as she was still wearing her summer clothes. They were little more than undergarments to most nations, but to the dryads, it was normal. Andrasta picked up her pace, trying to keep herself warm. She listened as the trees began to go to sleep, their finals words to one another as they drifted off into dreamland, yes, even the trees dream.

As she approached her destination, warmth greeted her. The trees slowly became greener as she grew ever closer to the spring, Anaria's spring. As she entered the spring, which was warm with life, she was greeted with a sight she was not used to, Anaria was standing, attentive with a palm on one of her trees. The spring itself was special, there was a small peninsula of land with a soft moss on it, going into a large pool of water. This was where Anaria was born, and where she first breathed life into the plants. Usually, Anaria lies in her pool, communing with her children, not really paying much mind to anything else when Andrasta arrives. Now, however, she was attentive, clothed, and walking around, something was amiss.

"Anaria'tal," Andrasta said walking to the peninsula and kneeling.

"Andrasta'ni," Anaria said with a bit more warmth than she used to, she still did not smile however, Anaria was also the only one whom still called her 'ni, meaning child, "One of my fellow gods saw fit to warn me of something..."

"Warn you of what, my lady?"

"Of that, he either wasn't sure, or didn't feel like illuminating me on... I've felt it too... a disturbance of sorts..."

"I will alert the Priests."

"I have informed my children, if anything should become amiss in this forest, I shall hear of it," she said these words coldly, as she turned her back to Andrasta.

"This is a pleasant change my lady," Andrasta said, smiling.

"Do you really think I care so little...?"

"That... that wasn't what I meat, my lady... I simply... I was just happy... about your newfound interest."

Anaria began to remove her clothes and step back into the pool before saying, forcefully, "Go."

"Yes... my lady," Andrasta responded, meekly, before quickly rushing off, away from the hidden spring.



Anaria was lying in her pool speaking with her children, they were all that brought her joy after so many years of strive. They were all she had. Her eyes rocketed open the second she felt a disturbance in her spring, it was unnatural, the forest itself stops any but Andrasta'anna from getting near the spring, the trees will contorts, change, move, to get the person confused. Anaria wiped a tear from her cheek before looking upwards, seeing the ball of light, and hearing the message, "Something is coming. be prepared."

She did not appreciate the intrusion into her day, nor the intrusion into her spring, but she had felt it too. Something was amiss, she figured it would pass the forest by, but it was wishful thinking, whatever it was, she needed to be ready, the Dryads, needed to be ready. She stood up and walked out of her pool, the warm water dripping off her body, each drop causing a new plant to form on the ground. She put her clothes on and placed a hand on her eldest child, the greatest, oldest, tallest, strongest tree in the forest. with it, she was able to communicate not just with her forest, but all the forests, although the trees that were once under her domain, but were now in the land of other gods could not be directly controlled by Anaria from her spring, she could still see them, feel them, even speak to them. She warned her children about this danger. The newer trees however, had lost most of their intelligence, they were not too bright, and the broadness of her warning was ignored by most newer forests...

It saddened Anaria each time she communed with them, she was not in their lives to guide them, to grow them, to make them hers... she used to cry every day about this, she had very few tears left to shed however... The few she had left escaped every so often, but not this time. This time she needed to stay strong, and adamant in the face of whatever danger was on its way.

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Rinen


He went hunting, taking nothing more then his rifle, some shot and powder charges, and his knife. He stalked the forest nearest to the camp for some time before he saw some game. Well, he heard it first. It came as a low wailing that got louder the more he headed west, away from the camp. When he came to the source, he found a deer, a buck, it had been shot in the leg with an arrow and apparently left to bleed out

He unslung his rifle and pulled the hammer back. When he got closer he felt a chill go down his spine. The arrow was Dryad made and that meant there were hunters in the area. His thoughts were confirmed when three dryads jumped down from their hiding spots in tree line. When he saw this, the reality of the situation hit him, this wasn't a hunting party, this was a trap.

He heard shuffling behind him and looked back to see a fourth Dryad envelop the deer in a light, then see the deer jump to its feet and prance away. The fourth dryad then joined her brothers and they formed a square around him, closing him in.

At this point, Rinen slung his rifle and stood strait, all the wile a sly smile slipped across his face. He brought his right and up and showed it to who he believed to be the hunting parties leader and said in his old tong, " Ego draconis ignis indignation mea, et cavete little dryads"

He then snapped his fingers, and the little flame ignited and began to grow...

hint: its latin

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Renin


The dryads weren't to hard to handle. Once he had shown them his pyromancy, they backed off and rethought their positions.

It was when they came after him, that he had to fight them. The first two were essay to take down, and he didn't even kill them. The elder male was a bit to handle and even landed a few cuts on Ren. He fell pretty fast when the poison on the Renin's blade set in. He then waited for the girl, only for her not to show, so renin left the thicket and rejoined his men. His only fear was how he was going to explain to the nature goddess how a rough team of hunters tried and failed to kill him.