Makashi-Bafuri Stories

Makashi-Bafuri Forest is the location that the Creator Titan Strand placed their limbs deep into the world to draw the power of the undead. When the act was finished the area was forever changed.
The life of the land itself twisted in a visage of mourning. The forest regrew, fed from arcane and necrotic energies.
Dying here is to remain in the forest eternally. When one breathes their last in the forest, their soul will emerge from their mouth in the form of a number of butterflies.
Each for every decade they lived. These butterflies join the many that flitter about the Makashi-Bafuri Forest.
They hold the souls that make them hostage and even the esurrectiondied in the forest.
Only if the caster can see one of the butterflies that make up their targets soul will the spell work.
This act is very, very difficult. An old tradition was to challenge another person of Vae to a duel within the Makashi-Bafuri forest.
Merely the act of showing up showed that one had honour.
However once a year at the height of the spring season if a person is lucky enough to have permission from the Shepherds they can walk beneath its canopy.
During said time the Soul Butterflies come together letting the magic of the forest pull memory from the creatures.
Wisps of blues and greens make take shape and form, playing out the memories of the souls.
Those of infancy, falling in love, fighting for ones life, walking a pet. The displays are endless.
Those that watch must remain still and silent as not to cause the butterflies to scatter. Many come as a way of mourning those they lost and taking part in the display of memories.
It lasts but an evening, the dawn bringing about its end, at least for another year.