On the Northern Landmass, directly above the Primordials' domain, resided a peaceful nd. There were no wars, no dramas- only the calm of wildlife and several beastkin tribes.
Most of them were of the of the flying variety: bat-headed, parrot-like, eagles, and more. At the ter of the ndmass stood what was known as the Great Tree of Rest.
Animals from all across the ndmass would e to peacefully coexist- predators and herbivores alike- before departing back to their territories, where nature would resume its course.
It became onpce for this pce to be the birthing ground of all species. With its serene aura of pead ess, it felt like the perfect sanctuary.
The more sapiekin, such as the aviakin, revered this pce as sacred. Whenever a wounded creature entered, its vines would desd, and the being would glow with a soft, pale green before emerging fully healed.
Those who died were brought to the base of the tree, where its fruits- bearing the faces of the departed- would be mourned by their weeping kin.
A, as if in solitude, the tree would smile gently back, bringing them fort.
But none of these creatures khe truth behind the smiles reflected in the fruits.
The souls were trapped inside- wailing iernal grief and suffering- while only a serene expression remained visible oside.
A smile of peace. A wish for serenity. A f illusion of love.
That was until the first dwarves, abandoning the Primordial nds, made ndfall.
Their arrival, burning wood and digging unnatural homes, shifted the bance. Feeling this disturbahe tree shifted and groaned in disapproval whily grew with time.
Sensing this shift, the flyikin and wildlife turned hostile, killing any dwarves they could find. Fierce skirmishes erupted between the species, and the fallen from both sides were brought to the base of the Great Tree to be absorbed.
This war, however, awakehe darker and more malevolent side of life. Though the smiling tree still bore its serene expression, its tendrils, once pure, darkened with corruption.
waters turned purple, emerald leaves bled crimson, and vibrant brawisted into gnarled limbs. Creatures that came into tact, carrying hatred and the wish for vengean their hearts, began to ge. Their oural frew twisted, unnatural bones and jagged spikes protruding from their flesh.
One such creature, a female flyikin- a batlike being- was driven by a singur desire for revenge. Uhe others, she did not cower or hesitate. Instead, she made a bold and terrible wish.
Uhe others, she did not cower or hesitate. Instead, she made a bold and terrible wish.
'My kin are dead. Give me the power to walk among these smooth-skinned creatures and devour their essence. Let me torture their beings aurn their remains to you.'
And so, the first beastkin vampire was born.
Her skin became smooth like that of a human or dwarf, her fangs dripped with paralyzing venom, and her wings carried her through the skies, both in daylight and uhe cloak of night.
Her vengeance upon the dwarves was swift, and soon, their faces joihe smiling fruits of the tree. And for the first time, after the st dwarf fell, a chorus of ughter and delighted giggles echoed from the faces of the fruit.
All except the vampire froze in pce, paralyzed by the sound, before colpsing lifelessly to the ground. Only she remained, her crimson eyes gleaming with sinister satisfa.
One by one, every creature in the forest was drained auro the Great Tree of Rest.
No. The Smiling Tree of Wishes.
Only she would remember the tree’s former s once-pure purpose.
And by the end of the sed tury, there was silence.
No birds singing, no squirrels gliding through the trees. No peaceful hums of the aviakin, nor the hearty ughter of dwarves.
Just silence.
A vampire, the corrupted, and her Smiling Tree of Wishes.
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The gray fog of war settled over the isnd, pletely diseg it from Ats’s world view after the year 200.
"I lost trol of my own nd?" Ats grimaced, fused.
"The same will happehe Weavers invade," Wisp chirped, h above the ndmass along the edges, trying to see if it could glimpse underh.
"Except when they do, it will be more difficult. While they 't choose tral hubs of your species—which right now seems to be the Primordial nd—they perhaps erupt o your Dark Elves or other species."
"Or in this fog of war, which makes it more dangerous because you don't get a peek at their invasion before the war begins."
"So I o recapture this ndmass before the first invasion," Ats stated factually, spinning the globe. "Which I 't do anything about yet. Wait..."
A thought came to him, and he projected it onto the globe, which began to spin violently.
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Year: 378The globe focuses on the vampire leaving the ndmass on darkened wings. She traveled to the western ti and has beeurning with corpses.Year: 387She discovered the Primordial nd but sehe pap and chose to avoid it.Year: 419Bored, she flew the opposite way, expeg to find the other side of the same western ndmass but instead discovered this new one. She picked up a few new creatures—some harpies, goblins, a lizard beastkin—but no Dark Elves.Year: 467On the western mountain, near one of the tallest peaks, she y exhausted and bloodied. She tried to fight the Green Primordial Dragon but failed and ared.
Perhaps after a tury, the corruptive tree’s influen her had waned? As she y there, her expressionless eyes darted to the dragon’s figure, which morphed into a human several ialler than her.
There was a versation—bitter and filled with wrath—but no longer violeween them. It seemed, at least from Ats’s point of view, they had made some kind ement.
Year: 478The Green Primordial and the vampire beastkin were roaming the western tiogether. It seemed like she had stopped returning with food to the corrupted nds.-------------------
"The fog of war removes view in the lost nd, but I still see incursions elsewhere by hostile units- or units ing out of there..." Ats mused. "Pretty standard RTS behavior."
"Unlike yames, Weaver Ats, units defect."
"I'm pretty sure I had a game like that," Ats narrowed his eyes and side-eyed Wisp. "Anyway, it seems like that Primordial has her under trol. For better or worse. That also expins why I don’t have any stats on her."
Blinking, Ats froze for a sed. He blinked again and looked for her stats.
"Wait, no stats? So she's still hostile?"
"So long as some level of influence is held over her by the Smiling Tree of Wishes, regardless of how small, you ot view her stats."
"So... what? She's either resisting the tree or waiting for the Primordial to lower its guard?"
"Yes, Weaver Ats."
(A/N:
In the ents, write what you would like to see iure!
More fleshing out of certain regions? A.e. A story around the green Primordial and the vampire, or the human feud.
Ats desds into a mortal form like dark elf, human, drago...
Keep it to a deity level? No dest and viewing the world through the globe and CDIM repys?
chapter up on Patreon: Magical Distribution System
chapter will be focused around the fe and fe points. That being said, it's the weekend, so wo chapters will be stockpiled on patreon first before the public release on Monday.
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