The Amalg in Bywater

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In the night, Bywater rests.

And in Bywater, a horrific thunderclap  CRACK rang throughout the village.

Those who cared to investigate would spot a stark blemish within their jovial market. A once viridescent tree has been reduced to a withered amalg of blackened bark, stripped of its leaves and even the common bird or squirrel. Along its trunk, a large crevasse, splintered and fragmented in every which way. The grass and flowers at its feet, too, have shriveled not to lifelessness, but to corruption. Druids who attempt to commune with this tree meet total, obsolete silence — a testament to the state of these trees and the intention of its doer. 




 

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"Oi feck! T'is ou' o' season! T'ah poor taste! 't ain' even tha' toime o' year!" comments a horrified Mimosa Applefoot, soon running off to seek help with curing the afflicted tree.