The Cursed Transformation

Once within the Arcane City, far past the western wall of trees that define the Illusionary Isle, a small tribe of mystics once did live. One of the mystics was known as Kikikale, a foul human with a twisted heart. He was well known for his expertise in the elements, infamous for his pyromancy. Deep within the forest one day, Kikikale tracked a band of refugees who harvested the resources of his land. While it had been agreed amongst his tribe that they would diplomatically move the peaceful tribe out of their forest, Kikikale had an agenda of his own. He found the tribe and set their entire camp on fire in their sleep. However, darkness consumed Kikikale and his consciousness turned into a nightmare - the face of a demon fey laughing at him as he remained paralyzed. Slowly and painfully Kikikale began to feel his body tether itself to the ground, his skin creaking and groaning as it hardened into the bark of a tree. When Kikikale woke, the forest around him was untouched by flame. Strange, he thought. As he went to take a step, he fell flat on his face with a loud crash. Bewildered, he examined his body to find that his human flesh was now that of a treant, his life form trapped inside the heart of an ancient tree - cursed by the demon fey. It was from this moment that Kikikale swore revenge on the soul who did this to him and any who stood in his way.