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Psalatea created on 02nd of February 2018, and is dead and gone (23 years old, 137 hours, 29 days lifetime)

Title: the Grand Hierophant of the Forest
Gender: Female
Level: 50
Class: treant druid

Background history:

  1. Blood & Sap (Origins) - posted at 2018-02-17 01:32:37
Blood & Sap (Origins)
For all my life I lived a placid existence, raised to enjoy the calm of the forest. My parents raised me to become a druidic priestess, and follow in the path of the forest and all it's sacred serenity it has to offer. That's how I was raised, when I was still a sapling. I still remember the morning dew back then.. Looking at it glisten off the carved initialled heart on the back of my father treant. The etchings made by two love sick youths. He didn't mind, he let them do it in admiration of their love. That's how the dew felt, like a lightly refreshing, and invigorating love of youths. Not like the heavy dampened moisture of life that seems to just weigh one down, with a dank musky odor of reality's hopeless cruelty. If only that pleasant dew of young love was more than just a cruel tease of what life could be before being stripped away and revealed to be nothing more than a stinking lie. The stench of reality became apparent to me when I left my home forest on a nature expansion expedition. I still remember my last look at my sproutling love, Oakley. We were set to go in season once I returned, and planned to have some saplings of our own. We were to reclaim a settlement said to be abandoned by the dwarves that dwelled in the mountains to the North. All seemed well as the seeds of the future were planted and prayers said to bless the land. It was just nature's way for us to retake the land. But that's not just how nature works. Nature can be cruel too, for when she retakes an abandoned settlement in one place, the nature beyond the forest moves in and reclaims the land too. That was what I realized when I returned to my home forest. On my return I could see smoke rise on the horizon. The closer I got, the stronger the ashen odor of death grew. As I snuck closer, I saw where our sacred forest once stood now stands a new dwarven settlement. It was an overcast dawn as I thought I approached home and the devilish dwarves had clear cut my home. No treantkind to be found. I approached the crew huddled around the fire cautiously behind a newly built shack, and what I saw there revealed the true state of nature that I had once thought was an existance of serenity to be nothing but a cruel lie to be stolen from me. In that fire I saw the face of my beloved Oakley the dank smell of the dew thickened. I grew sick at my core as the cooked embers of my love burned, thinking it could not get any worse until I seen what they were cooking. My love's pollen berries. They cooked and ate his pollen berries that were meant to fertilize my seeds. I rolled back with disgust, the stench worse, as I realized it was more than just the stench of death. It was coming from the building I hid behind, the stench of foul excrement came strong as a gust of wind blew, and I looked at the building beside me and it was then that I noticed a heart etched on the log used to build this outhouse. Moments later I stood by the bellowing and untamed campfire that had somehow spread wildly, but left a fiery walkway littered with burning, dwarven bodies. As embers crumbled down from my fingertips, and the cloudy sky had turned into a ferocious thunderstorm, I slowly slipped back into consciousness. I wept for what seemed an eternity at the etching, until I began to notice something looming in the darkness. It was a shadow, and I have been following It ever since. It led me on this hellacious pilgrimage through the roughest of terrains, and some of It's favorites were the swamps, where I lived and studied the nature of the darker side of druidism. I still follow It..


---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shimmering across the face of this woodland dryad is a beautiful look showing neither happiness nor sorrow, but one of doubt. As her eyes sort of met yours they were the colour of lush moss, but had glanced away shyly with a nervous tick. Her features are very akin to the Fey, but something seems wrong with this girl. She seems to have given up hope. It is in her aura as well as her soul, this shadow of a dryad. There are subtle movements of the limbs and branches of this small tree that seem deceiving, followed by the echoes of a young girl laughing. Occasionally floating to the ground are plethoras of Fall leaves.

PK stats:

Kills: 1, Deaths: 10 (Ratio: 0.1, Efficiency: 9%)
Pinnacle Kills: 1, Pinnacle Deaths: 3 (Ratio: 0.3, Efficiency: 25%)

Kills by class:
vampire: 1,
Killed by class:
monk: 1, vampire: 1, druid: 1, shaman: 1,

Nemesis: Dzarius

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  1. beia [reply]
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    Wow! Did not expect this. What happened why delete?
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    1. Vertas [reply]
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      Yeah, I liked this guy. WTF?
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      1. That was an amazing background!
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