The Chytrids and the Hunters

The Chytrids were a peaceful people, that they were. Living deep beneath the city, nestled far away from those that wished them harm in the greatmoss grove. They lived a quiet life, feeding a fueling the moss and mushrooms until one day there existed a great forest of sorts. Bugs, animals, even the occasional traveler. Life was good, even great for some if not most of the Chytrids. But all sleepy groves feel the shakes of great earthquakes. None of them quite knew what it was nor where it came from, but one day a leak came from the sea. It was patched quickly enough, but still they got through. The Karkinos, great canibals and savages from the sea. The Chytrids called them the hunters, as to them thats all they were. Takers, hunters, beasts formed from the unholy union of human flesh and intelligence with the carapace and minds of crustaceans. The war between the two did not last long, by all accounts it was hardly even a war. The Karkanos a people of the sea, used to hunting and clawing for survival in the depths and on the waters waltzed right through this peaceful people almost as if they weren't even there. By the time they were taken seriously as a threat, it was too late. The Chytrids were exterminated from the grove, every last one of them. All that remains is their moss, their mushroom, and the poorly constructed traps they laid for the hunters, now animated to roam the land in search of their extermination. You can still hear their voices in the beetles some say. Others claim the souls of fallen druids live on in the mushrooms. But eventually the hunters will probably take even that.