There was no earthly force strong enough to stand against this encroaching threat. The Mossmane warriors and priests had not foreseen this, and many of their rank had perished over centuries of battles. Through the network of roots, she could feel that death and decay was spreading inwards, along all borders of this mighty forest. She placed her palm onto the earth, to feel the beating heart of the Earth Mother, but instead, she felt only pain and a crippling sense of dread. The Mossmane were the only force keeping the desecration at bay, fighting with magic, tooth and fang to protect their borders from the horrors that sought to feed on the mighty life force of nature.īut now, even here, Okosi knew something was not right. Every inch of the Shattered Kingdoms was awash with violence, leaving most landscapes barren and desolate. It was only here, in the deep wood, where Mossmane druids could reside.
The Tree Spirit Okosi had taken rest in the depths of the Mossmane Forests, the brutality of war had weakened her resolve.
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