The Elder Forest of Valsora
The Elder forest is Growing…
Some say the ancient songs of creation still flow like rivers underneath the ancient woods, feeding the roots and giant trunks of Valsora with the primal magic of the Yororthaghrim, the old Ones, the Poets who sang the world into existence.
The lands of Valsora are wild beyond compare. A savage explosion of life, beauty, danger and secrets, all held together by a tangled web of chaos…
Nothing can live in Valsora that is not of Valsora.
Even the air that flows through the vast expanse of trees is poison to outsiders, filled with the sweet and venomous fumes of flowers, fungy and the moss that decorate this land.
The very few, that through seer cunning and use of the Craft travel deep into the Elder wood are quickly found by it’s most beloved Children: The Dryads. More often than not, these brave adventurers are killed as quickly as they are discovered.
The Dryads of Valsora are the stewards of this ancient world. By many they are called “the First Children” of Kuthra and if the legends are true, they share the same flesh, the same blood and the very same life force with the forest they inhabit.
The Forest of Valsora is indeed growing. It has always done so. The people who live just outside it’s reaches know this to be true. Right before their eyes fallen seeds buried in the earth break into saplings and saplings into giants at an alarming and unnatural pace ! If the woods were to be left alone, they would surely swallow our villages and towns in a mater of a few decades!
It is this very problem that lies at the heart of the never ending conflict between the Dryads of Valsora and the human world. In truth, it is a mater of survival for both parties.
Such as it is, the common folk have learned to fear Valsora. They call her the Green Sea and the thick shadows that grow underneath her trees have become the source of many cautionary tales for both the young and those with wisdom and experience.
No matter the struggles and hardships that each age presents however, the Elder Wood perseveres and it is quite likely that she will outlive us all and that she will eventually perish long after we ourselves have become ruins lost beneath her soil and root!
Remember traveler. Valsora offers her beauty, her life and the secrets that she hides within only to a very few…to you…she will most likely offer a slow and disgraceful death….
Some say the ancient songs of creation still flow like rivers underneath the ancient woods, feeding the roots and giant trunks of Valsora with the primal magic of the Yororthaghrim, the old Ones, the Poets who sang the world into existence.
The lands of Valsora are wild beyond compare. A savage explosion of life, beauty, danger and secrets, all held together by a tangled web of chaos…
Nothing can live in Valsora that is not of Valsora.
Even the air that flows through the vast expanse of trees is poison to outsiders, filled with the sweet and venomous fumes of flowers, fungy and the moss that decorate this land.
The very few, that through seer cunning and use of the Craft travel deep into the Elder wood are quickly found by it’s most beloved Children: The Dryads. More often than not, these brave adventurers are killed as quickly as they are discovered.
The Dryads of Valsora are the stewards of this ancient world. By many they are called “the First Children” of Kuthra and if the legends are true, they share the same flesh, the same blood and the very same life force with the forest they inhabit.
The Forest of Valsora is indeed growing. It has always done so. The people who live just outside it’s reaches know this to be true. Right before their eyes fallen seeds buried in the earth break into saplings and saplings into giants at an alarming and unnatural pace ! If the woods were to be left alone, they would surely swallow our villages and towns in a mater of a few decades!
It is this very problem that lies at the heart of the never ending conflict between the Dryads of Valsora and the human world. In truth, it is a mater of survival for both parties.
Art by GW Concept Artists
No matter the struggles and hardships that each age presents however, the Elder Wood perseveres and it is quite likely that she will outlive us all and that she will eventually perish long after we ourselves have become ruins lost beneath her soil and root!
Remember traveler. Valsora offers her beauty, her life and the secrets that she hides within only to a very few…to you…she will most likely offer a slow and disgraceful death….
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