The Awakening

The lands of Serin, once uninhibited by the sprawling presence of man and civilization was home and sanctuary to all living creatures. This was a time when Taeranuu first came to exist. His kindred spirits took many forms near him, treants and fae creatures to even the simplest forms of life such as birds or insects. His own affinity seemed to be integrally connected to the oak trees. Much was peaceful in these days of Serin, barring the natural occurrence of rains, floods and simply nature. So peaceful was the lands, Taeranuu found what bears might consider hibernation, except for a treant, a single winter's season was the equivalent of millennia. Within what has become known to Taeranuu as the primeval dream, centuries passed. Men grew dominant, cities grew in size and weight, the realms had evolved beyond the natural cycles of the Mother. The combination of this disturbance and the direct actions of man have woken Taeranuu again. Stirring from the dreams, he has found the degree of Balance in the realms measurable, and therefore a need to maintain this balance has become evident to his purpose and desires. While his awakening was abhorrent among his kind, he holds no animosity as a whole to the creatures of man. His physical form was cut down for reasons he may not fully understand - perhaps the expansion of cities or other nefarious intentions. Instead, more concerning to Taeranuu is that many of his brothers and sisters have not yet seemed to awaken themselves from the primeval dreams. Taeranuu Oakveil has tasked himself to ready the realms of Serin by maintaining and upholding the balance of the land. May he herald the rise and call to the woods - a time when treants may return again in full.