The WonkaWood Books

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The following books were dropped off at all the major city libraries. Each copied by hand by a scribe. The books smell heavily of nature, suggesting the original copies where Druidic in the first place.

-Rentus-Marna library

-Holm library

-Belitiviz

-The Dominion

-Sutica

 

Scribe's Forward:

 

The books I found in the library of the Wonkawood village were very old in nature. Since the sleeping spell around the September Prince's chamber was enacted, my suspect is that the sleeping spell also preserves living and dead objects. These books date all the way back to Malin's City, some even written by Malin, The Founder, himself. My intention with publishing this knowledge to the public is not to offend, but to bring light to a shady, hardly discussed topic. There are some spelling errors simply due to the passage of time on the books, rendering some words a little funky. 

 

I pray that if he awakens, he will have mercy on us all.

 

Book One, Elk Druid’s Diary

Written by Elf Druid Tah’rayho

 

Spoiler

 

14th of Smile’s Smile, Unknown Year

 

I have overheard a few things from the Herioplants. Alriel seems to have had a vision. They’ve sent some birds to scout out the ocean around the city, and look over Tahn. I worry what they are keeping from me, and the rest of the novice Druids. We may not be old, but we can help too!

 

I can only imagine how bad it is for the Dedicant’s.

 

15th of Sun’s Smile, Unknown Year

 

The waters around the city are rising. Most of the citizens are not concerned, but I know something is afoot. Still, the Elder Druids refuse to tell me anything. It is deeply frustrating. I can see the scowls and worry plastered on their faces!

 

16th of Sun’s Smile, Unknown Year

 

Some sort of creature as arrived in the city. I write this hurriedly. Already I am so weak, I am not sure if we will be able to repluse it. The thing is..the Herioplants speak of it like it was legend, but not once I have heard of it. I can only image it as been scrubbed from history, if it as one. It is the size of the sky, large than the Mother Tree. Never have I seen such monster before. When it speaks, even our most loyal animal kin and the Mother Tree herself, have struck out against us.

 

I worry. I go now, to fight with my brother’s and sisters.

 

26th of Sun’s Smile, Unknown Year

 

All is over. The dream of Malin is done. I have seen our future, and it is wooden.

 

I….I am not sure what side to take. I do not want to die.

 

I’m afraid.

 

 

Book Two, Malin’s Teachings I: Kingship

Written by Malin

 

Spoiler

 

To be a good king is to command the hearts and minds of your people.

 

This is to say, to be a good king is for them to believe in you with both their emotion, and their faculty of reason. These are two things which compose any person, and so by being able to command them, you have total control over your people.

 

In essence, they become an extension of your body, so that you may do with them whatever you would like ---- realistically, you will act to promote their happiness and are innumerable despots who are just effective as monarchs, without having a citizenry which is well-off. This is often due to the case of their nation being in locale where mass, low-skilled labor is effective at generating wealth, and so have no need for an educated, happy, healthy, populace.

 

In order to dominate the emotions of a people, you must play with them. Be joyful when they are happy, and weep when they cry. It is important to generally emote slightly stronger than the average citizen so that you seem deeply affected by the hardships of your people. Even should you feel nothing, you most learn to put up a facade. Eventually, this becomes very natural.

 

Furthermore, be strong in your resolve. Your people support when they are, themselves, fraught with worry. This is one of the few cases where you should not emote with them, and instead support them. A courageous, kind, wise, king is an image you must present at all times. To control the reason of people is more challenging. This generally involves making policy choices and administrative decisions which are in line with their morality and personal wellbeing. It is important to organize your educational and religious systems in order to ensure indoctrination to a philosophy that corresponds with what you would like to invoke through policy in the future.

 

 

Book Three, Malin’s Teachings II: Economics

Written by Malin

 

Spoiler

 

I will list hereafter some of the fundamentals of economics, first put to paper by the likes of Mankiw and Iylhier, which describe governance of commerce.

 

Tending the economy of a nation is very much like tending a flower. During the summer, it must be given water so as to avoid it perishing of thirst, and in winter, it must be sheltered, to prevent it succumbing to frost. This is to say: economic policy is dictated by the environment that surrounds your nation. During a time of foreign military pressure, it is wise to back your own military-industrial complex to provide security, and during peace, it is wise back the sciences and craftsmen to ensure a productive society.

 

Moving on, to begin our discussion, I will those aforementioned fundamentals:

 

Fundamental I:

 

Rational people act on the margin. A citizen will make small changes readily in order to achieve maximum benefit from an event. By ‘small changes’, this refers to any change where the act of changing itself, and performing cost/benefit analysis with regards to the change, has negligible cost. Comparison of marginal benefits and marginal cost will be able to help you in making the decision.

 

Fundamental 2:

 

Benefits prompt change. The behavior of individual citizens, or even guilds, changes according to the environment that they are in. For example, a period of drought promotes investment in water supplies.

 

Fundamental 3:

 

Boh parties can benefit from trade. For resources or manufactured goods which are unique to individual citizens, guilds, or nations, trading with others provides access to resources and manufactured goods it is otherwise impossible to obtain. This is likewise true with the trading partner.

 

Fundamental 4:

 

Economies function best when citizens are relatively autonomous. The centralization of the market, though on the surface seemingly beneficial, quickly reveals its downsides: the judgement of the individual planner, or the small planning committee, is far poorer than the judgement of thousands of homes and guilds. Maintaining the people’s freedom to sell and buy goods and services is overall of benefit.

 

Fundamental 5:

 

Government is necessary to maintain market outcomes. In particular scenarios, usually during the development of monopolies, it is necessary, for the good of the people, to intervene. The promotion of competition is necessary to prevent a single guild from growing so powerful that it can harm the citizenry, or the nation as a whole. The dominion of the state must be protected, or the people will lose faith in its ability to govern.

 

Fundamental 6:

 

The wellbeing of people is dependent on their nation’s economic productivity. In a nation where more goods and services are produced, the standard of living is generally higher, barring unique situations.

 

There are additional fundamentals, but these are some of the most important. I discussion on commerce.

 

 

Book Four, Malin’s Teachings III: Justice and the Rule of Law

Written by Malin

 

Spoiler

Justice participates the interactions between individuals in order to force them to obey the law. Unfortably, we are animals, wild and uncontrolled even in developed society. We need force to keep us in line, because without the strong arm of justice, our world will be burnt down in chaos. Were the entire realm under Krug’s domain, I have no doubt we’d be ashes within a week.

 

There is a thin line between order and madness, and the law is intended to enforce this line, to build a wall atop it, so our society won’t fall apart.

 

 

Image the world without order, when anyone can do anything. All the psychological boundaries created in our minds, during childhood, are blurred out. Fear is the only means of control. When there punishments for the crimes that used be violations of the law, the world falls apart, and all cultural and technology progress backslides into nothing.

 

 

In this part, it would be best to mention the most powerful instrument of justice that we have used since ancient times: capital punishment. People can be burned, drowned, boiled, stabbed, and beaten to death for disobedience, though, for most cases, simple beheading is ideal, as it provides a largely painless death. It is only for more severe cases (e.g. treason, defilement) that more egregious means of execution are permitted.

 

 

Book Five, Malin’s Teachings IV: Stewardship

Written by Malin

 

Spoiler

The stewardship of nature, and natural resources in general, is vital to the long term survival of a nation.

 

This is quite obvious to anyone with even a basic understanding of industry and the environment. It is not required that you become a Druid to understand this simple truth. The sources of our food, building materials, and other goods are limited, and take time to be replenished. If we exhaust them too quickly, we run the risk of running out of them entirely. If we are reliant on them by the time we echaust them, the people suffer greatly, and chance of rebellion increases.

 

 

I should note here that this does not apply solely to material things. Beauty, for example, is a resource we often do not consider. For some of brothers, it is readily discarded, and for others, their lives are too short to appreciate its change. However, Elves are uniquely able to appreciate increases and decreases in beauty. The redevelopment of a forest into farmland may bring displeasure to some, as an offense to the senses.

 

 

Therefore, you can adopt two strategies that will allow you to grow your nation, despite these issues.

 

 

Firstly, promote the development of sustainable practices. Guilds and citizens which are able to function in perpetuity are ideal, as they will never succumb to the absence of resources.

 

 

Secondly, harvest, but do not become reliant on, exhaustible resources. You can contract citizens of another nation to harvest these resources, and then sell them back to that nation, allowing you to profit, while simultaneously driving other nations’ reliance on resources which will ultimately run out -- simply as an example.

 

 

Book Six, Druidic Record I

Written by Lion Druid Lavondir

 

Spoiler

Author’s Foreword: I write this now as one of the last waking Druids in our Prince’s service. Some of the others might disapprove of my recording this, since it reads dangerously close to civilized pursuits. However --- this testament is necessary to preserve the righteous cause, in whatever form it might remain. It will allow future Druids to know the true will of the Aspects, and the nature of our holy mission. Besides, they all asleep now. I will refrain from including any of the first rumors in this record, only beginning with what we absolutely know to be certain: the years following when we entered into our Prince’s service, after he conquered the founder’s city.

 

When the September Prince arrived at Malin’s city, the region had already been deteriorating for years. Little regular contact was made with the mainland villages, and most of the bureaucratic apparatus that had sustained the Elven empire had collapsed. The military had fractured into several smaller armies lead by high-ranking officers, with entire legions deserting to become pirates, or leaving for other realms. Many of the seeds and groups which had broken off from the empire following Malin’s disappearance had already left Axios entirely. Malin’s City was, critically, a sea-locked capital. Regular food shipments were vital to its survival. Without the empire to sustain it, even the most stringent rationing eventually failed, forcing starvation and a mass exodus from the city. Ultimately, the capital was left a ghost of its former grandeur, populated only be those too poor to escape the dying city, or too loyal to the dream fo its founder to bare leaving it.

 

 

This produced a state, not only without any information gathering tools to watch for external threats, but with a disorganized military unable to mount an effective defense if a threat arrive.

 

 

The September Prince was, at this point, a recognized menace, having already destroyed several nations in the far west, including those in Morthandria, Elysion, and Ayvas. Yet, the people were caught entirely by surprise when he climbed out of the ocean on the city’s southern end. In the several hours, tens of thousands were killed. Calls were sent for aid from the surrounding villages, but unbeknownst to those in Malin’s City, these had already been destroyed by the Prince in the weeks prior. The September Prince methodically overran each quarter with sporophytes, planlife, and armies and beasts. Wild Druids stalked through alleys, exterminating those who put up resistance. The Prince called down storms which toppled stonework buildings and lit most of the wooden structures ablaze.

 

 

The surviving citizens were not clear how this took place, but most of their higher faculties were eroded away, and they were transformed into Feral Elves. The prevailing theories are that a kind of disease was used to achieve this effect, or that it was some function of the royal veridian moss.

 

 

The Druids of Malin’s City were spared from the conflict. Attempts were made to calm the beasts and foliage that were part of the September Prince’s army, and to heal those caught in his attack, but little success was found. Many became infected by royal veridian moss, and were impossible to sure. Once the city had been totally destroyed, the Prince approached those Druids that remained, and made them an offer. He spoke in a strange voice that could be understood in all tongues.

 

 

In exchange for their eternal service, he would spare their lives. They would allowed to dwell, under him, as his army, which would to cross a hundred seas, and wipe out all civilization throughout the entire world.

 

 

A great deal of the Druids took this offer, swayed by the September Prince’s displays of power, fear for their lives, or for some members, belief that was righteous. However, there were several dissenters, including the Archdruids, as well as the Heiroplants Star Druid Fae’linn and Badger Druid Kor’farr and a number of other Druids and Dedicants.

 

 

Regardless, it is then the September Prince gave his first order to the Druids who had chosen to follow him. They were to execute the Druids who refused to join. Before the sun had set, this task was completed. The hanging bodies of the dissenters were left on the Mother Tree to rot. Malin’s City was left a ruin, and abandoned entirely. The city’s word altar was entombed, deep underground. The September Prince and his armies began their journey West, toward the realm nearest to Axois, next to be conquered. It was a large land consisting of only a single major continent, called Atlas.

 

 

Book Seven, Druidic Record II

Written by Lion Druid Lavondir

 

Spoiler

When the September Prince arrived in Atlas, the land was already scarred by conflict, and was in the throes of a war. The land’s most defining feature was, in its south, a colossal wall, that ran across the venture horizon. A large fortress rested at its base, called Lasthope by the natives of the land. It was a military bastion of the Vaeyl empire, which had, until recently, indisputably ruled all of Atlas. These were a deathless people, kept alive by a powerful magic on unknown origin. The other kingdoms of the realm had once been marginalized or turned into its vassals, and in older times, its rule peaceful.

 

It was less than a decade ago when the Vaeyl became engulfed in war, that was still ongoing when the Prince arrived. There were vast number of Orcish tribes and raiding bands, which had been pushing North into the desert wastelands at the top of Atlas during the Vaeyl’s expansion. There was significant bad blood between them and the Vaeyl, and the Orcs had launched a massive attack South, and sacked the Vaeyl’s merchant-city of Sevenna.

 

 

Great battles were being regularly fought just North of Yrodholm, the Vaeyl capital in Atlas. The Shirvani and Dahklani adjuncts to the Vaeyl army had all but been wiped out by the Orcs, and the leadership was disorganized by the initial attack. Further weakened by recent popular upbringings, the Vaeyl were unable to coordinate a counterattack into Orcish territory, even years later. In addition to the Orcs and the Vaeyl, there were also the Elves of Lin, who had major holdings in the Northwestern forests, including their capital of Linmordu, and the ruined sorcerer-city of Endmoor. Originally a Vaeyl vassal, they had chosen not to aid their overlord, citing a lack of support from the Vaeyl when the Orcs had made raids into Elven territories years prior. The majority of the Elvish population held tight to the teachings of the Aspects, and worshipped as Demi-Gods the local Mani. Ona cool morn of the Amber Cold, the September Prince climbed of the ocean on the Lobster Isles, and began methodically destroying the eastern Orcish settlements before his armies had even arrived. By dusk of the first day, every village in the Lobster Isles had been reduced to ruins, ridden with roots. Even the mightiest fortresses had been ground into the sea so thoroughly they were almost indistinguishable from the natural rock outcroppings. The great tortoises and sky whales ferrying the beasts and Druids who followed him arrived by night, and were the first witness the carnage. The Orcs that remained were either mercifully killed, or transformed into infested sporophytes.

 

 

Based on what was left behind, it is clear the September Prince took his time killing the Orcs. The population of these outer settlements could have eradicated within an hour’s time, but the Prince spent much longer than that, torturing his victims. This was eerily predictive of the rest of his campaign. Every Orc settlement in the East was destroyed much in the same way.

 

 

One after the other, villages would be destroyed. Harpies would descend upon them from the sky, while wolves and beastman attacked from land. Metal armors and weapons were melted down, mixed with pig iron, and the resultant slag cast into the sea. All farm animals were eaten or killed, the remainder left to rot.

 

 

When the September Prince arrived at Yrodholm, he utterly destroyed the city, collapsing it deep underground using giant moles. The Vaeyl fled South, rather than choosing to fight him, abandoning their villages and return to Lasthope. They would remain silent the rest of the war. The Orcs attempted to fight, but were quickly overwhelmed.

 

 

Most of the Orcs fled North, back toward the desert from where their expansion had originated. Nearly every Orc settlement in Atlas was destroyed, within several weeks.

 

 

Ultimately, high in the Gules mountains, the Orcs would construct a massive sacrificial pyre one hundred meters in diameter. A union of shamans of every clan had decided that summoning the Spirits would be the only way to fend off the September Prince. Forming a ring around the pyre, every second orc walked into the flames. This included children and the infirm.

 

 

The Spirits of Atlas rose up in anger. Wothol, Votar, Lethag, and at least a half dozen other lesser Spirits walked out of pyre. Skathach even contributed his strongest lesser, who was called Fyrkalor. At the highest mountain in Atlas, they and the Orcs would mount a desperate final stand. They did not succeed.

 

 

Lathag, the greater Spirit of Storms, had been severely weakened in a recent war for the domain of thunder. While the Spirits fought hordes of beasts, the September Prince caught Lethad in a prison of rubberwood, and disemboweled her. This prompted immediate rout by Wothol, which was soon followed by Votar. Left alone, the Orcs broke into disarray, and the battle was lost.

 

 

Several decades later, a lesser Spirit of lighting called Neizdark would cover Lethag’s power, and ascend to become the new greater Spirit of Storms.

 

 

Book Eight, Druidic Record III

Written by Lion Druid Lavondir

 

Spoiler

With civilization eradicated in the eastern half of Atlas, the September Prince turned toward the West. This region was mostly occupied by Elves, with scattered Dwarven trading outposts among them.

 

Initially, the Druids who served the September Prince quickly prepared themselves to die. They expected the Elves would have rallied the entirety of their armies, and called upon the power of the Word Altars, to defend themselves from the threat which had demolished the Orcs. However, they soon found quite the opposite had happened.

 

The Elves were, in fact, celebrating. They believed that the September Prince had come not as their conqueror, but as their savior. There were days jubilation after news of the battle in the Gules Mountains. The Elves had fought many bloody wars against the Orcs in the years past, and were ecstatic that their long-time enemies were vanquished. The Prince had done what the Vaeyl could not. In Riurnor, the city-of-the-swamps, they prepared a great festival for the Prince. Elven maidens spent sleepless nights weaving together a great wreath to adorn their messiah's nick.

 

There was a mass panic when the September Prince arrived, and began city. The revelers died en masse, most of them dragged underground and crushed to death by roots. Their banquet was smeared into the earth. The city was pulled underwater by the mangroves and drowned.

 

 

When the Elves cried out to their Mani Gods for aid, they received only silence in return.

 

 

Indeed, many of the Mani were drawn to the September Prince, though it is not certain if this was by choice, or because of the powers he wielded. The others left Atlas entirely, or were passivated and kept out of the conflict.

 

 

The violet corruption was first found around his time, attacking the soul forests, but it was pushed back before any of the trees fell to it.

 

 

No organized resistance was ever mounted in the conquest of the West. The Elven cities crumbled, one after another, victim to September’s onslaught. Some Druids chose to serve the September Prince, and those who did not were hanged, or dismembered and fed to the animals. Elder trees were twisted into mindless, violent horrors, and the great wyverns of the isles turned to powerful beasts of war. The Thorn KNights were conscripted, and forced to pledge loyalty to the Prince. Even the arcane ruins of Endmoor, trapped by rogue sorcerers, was little more than roadblock.

 

 

It was only after Linmordu, the Elvish capital, was sacked, that the carnage halted. The September Prince disappeared into the woods, part way through ravaging the city. For three long days, there were no sightings of September, not even amongst the Druids and beasts who served under him. There had always been rumors of an intersection between the Eternal Forest and the Loftywoods, and there was speak that, deep in the woods, the September Prince had discovered and forced his way inside a portal connecting this world to the Fae.

 

 

When he was next seen, the Prince had begun heading South. He ordered his armies to stay behind, distribute themselves throughout the land, and wait for his return. The Druids who served him journeyed deeping the Wonkawood, and began constructing a chamber for the Prince’s return.

 

 

Ultimately, the September Prince climbed the great Southern wall, and disappeared for nearly ten years.

 

 

Book Nine, Druidic Record IV

Written by Lion Druid Lavondir

 

Spoiler

When September returned, he was badly wounded. He traveled North into the interior of Atlas, deep inside the Wonkawood, where the Druids who served him had been preparing for his return. However, this was not with the triumphant glory they had expected. Instead, the September Prince entered with barely a word, and almost immediately, fell into a deep and powerful sleep. It was surmised that, due to the graveness of his wounds, this was a means to accelerate his healing.

 

However, the Prince in the days following. As months slipped away, and the seasons began to turn, a crystal of impenetrable amber arose from the Prince’s blood, and he became sealed within.

 

 

His Druids were left to their devices. Many years passed, and the remains of the empires in Atlas crumbled away to nothingness. Strangely, although it was certain some of the Druids who had first began to serve the September Prince did so out fear, none chose to flee service after he entered the great sleep.

 

 

Several of the Druids had recognized an Elder Tree candidate in the far West, a young sapling that called itself Elestiel, but which bore the inklings of a wisdom much greater. After some arguing, a small group departed to nurture it, and alongside them, others also left, choosing to go into hibernation all across Atlas. They ensure the Prince’s legacy would live on, even if, for some horrible reason, the Druids in the Prince’s chamber were slaughtered.

 

 

The beasts which had formed the September Prince’s armies left to across Atlas. The rat-men journeyed South, disappearing into a series of caverns, while the bull-men and bird-men traveled out across all the plains and mountains. Eben the great titanic beasts departed his stead, after the silence grew too long.

 

 

His Druids remained at his side. Eventually, they would begin to join him in the sleep.

 

 

Afterword: I will need to over this, a lot. I still to adjust. Change wording, as well, I’d not have the others clamp down on me for celebrating our Prince enough. I can the sleep tingle at the edges of my mind. Hopefully I will be able to endure at least one more night, without drifting into hibernation.

 

 

Book Ten, Caribou Druid’s Log I: September Prince

Written by Caribou Druid Hyulahon

 

Spoiler

Before coming into his glorious service, I had heard only legends of the being the unenlightened referred to as the ‘September Prince’. This was all I was allowed to know as a Hieroplant. They called him the herald of a dream daemon, and said that was touched by dark magics. They whispered he was the spawn of devilry, and that he was a corrupted druid-turned-lord that dwelled in the depths of the Far Glade.

 

They muttered of unimaginable cruelties, conducted without purpose or reason. A true corruption of the will of the Aspects.

 

 

I am pleased enough to report nothing further could be from the truth!

 

 

Even when he was purging Malin’s City, I could tell it was not without reason. I had always known it, the atrocities we committed every day against nature. Some of the others preached true union with nature, but they still lived in houses and wore shoes!

 

 

Our Prince has returned, to deliver us from the corruption of the cities, even by the Founder. Not even Elvenkind will stand in his way.

 

 

He is mighty, like a mountain. The tree lords I saw while I was in the order were all puny things, but our Prince puts them all to shame. To him, the civilizations of this world are simply many anthills, and we are many ants.

 

 

Even the blood that drips from his wounds as he heals has power. The frogs outside the lake murmur in tongues! They seem to be growing more, every day. I am curious how far Prince’s blood will take them.

 

 

Book Twelve, Caribou Druid’s Log II: Absolute Word

Written by Caribou Druid Hyulahon

 

Spoiler

I have heard tales before of word altars. Ancient artifacts of power and tongues, that could allow its bearer to control whole swathes of forests. In their stone was carved the true tongue of the Aspects, and of all nature. When it was spoken, the world listened.

 

Legend holds that, before they were outlawed, in Malin’s City itself, there was entombed a word altar. This was before my time in the order, and so all I know of are the stories. I am sure if it was real. Perhaps it was all a myth. It matters very little, for now that our Prince is here, we no need for myths or legends any longer.

 

 

When he speaks, the world listens in ways I cannot begin to describe. The smallest insect can be compelled by his voice, just as the largest of the scaggernaks can be. I have seen even the rain and earth tremble at his behest. The sky sunders itself by his command, and the waters leave the ocean so that he walk across the sandy beds. There have been miracles that no mere Druid would ever be capable of.

 

 

It makes me more certain than ever that our Prince is the will of nature made manifest.

 

 

We need no word altar to see nature’s revenge upon the constructions of men, for we need only our Prince.

 

 

Book Thirteen, Caribou Druid’s Log III: Soul Forest

Written by Caribou Druid Hyulahon

 

Spoiler

Our Prince’s wood is the trembling giant, the quaking aspen. Truly a magnificent display of our highest power, for he has done what no other lord of the tree has done, spread. Whole swathes of land have turned green, flourishing with brilliant emerald leaves. His soul is the largest, grandest one of them all, stretching from sea to sea, and beneath the earth in gargantuan roots.

 

It is an old Druidic proverb that all of nature is connected, but it is embodied in none more clearly than our Prince. The air and water flowing, and he sees and feels it all. In his whisperings, he has spoken of he can hear the cries of all nature, across all the world.

 

 

Every blade of grass, trampled in man’s foolish lust for for progress. Each tree felled so that he can feed the furnace of his ambition. Our Prince feels them, and truly, is there anything to being a Druid? Following our Prince is the closest we can be to following the Aspects themselves.

 

 

So, this is why we must go out, and purge the violet corruption. Ever since our Prince journeyed South, the violet corruption as gripped the land, tainting his trees, one by one. They have committed a terrible atrocity in fracturing his soul. I have even heard word that the dark power behind them has calved from the trees, forcing them to produce seeds in a most unnatural way.

 

 

The bright green flame as scorched many to ash, but still, I fear in some isolated pockets of the world, the purple-leafed abominations still rest.

 

 

Woe! This curse of sleep. Were only it not so strong, we could hunt them all down. Though..should I sleep, I wonder if the totem of the Caribou will live on. It is a rare path to take. Oh well. There are more important things to consider, now.

 

 

Book Fourteen, The Final Book, Caribou Druid’s Log IV: Sporophytes

 

Spoiler

Truly, I am the slightest bit jealous of them. They are creatures which are closest to our Prince.

 

Even when I was a Druid unawakened to the truths of our Prince, I had heard stories of bryophytes, even seen a few the creatures in Malin’s City. They were creatures born from the veridian moss, green through and through. They not born of the Fae, but were closer to it than most, with plant-minds and plant-brains. There was even a rare Druid who voluntarily slept in the moss, as a way to reach oneness with nature.

 

The moss which is kept by our Prince upon his great body is not so mundane! Indeed, I would go so far as to call it royal veridian moss, for it is above what the plebian moss might be able to do. Harboring it in the hollows of his body, and nurturing it, our Prince can use the royal veridian moss to usurp control of a heathen’s body from their mind, and assume direct control over it. Over time, their minds are eaten away, and their bodies subsumed, turned into a fungi ridden monument to our Prince’s power.

 

It is a magnificent display. Still, with our Prince fast asleep, I am not sure I will ever see this glory again. I can only to the Aspects that our deliverer wakes soon. I would rather not be take the sleep, myself.

 

[Farryn 860]

((no offense but I feel as though you took away the interesting concept of learning about these books and actually discovering them in game by posting them on the forums. Since they can easily read the books on the forums, instead of having to find those with the books and learning about them IC. Plus, there's a limited supply of books, which makes them all the more rarer but here it makes them common knowledge. But that's just me))

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((This post really shouldn’t be a thing in my opinion. It takes away from learning about this stuff IC.))

[osumanduas 1442]

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