Far beyond the seething seas, lies a place of verdant wonder: The Willowing Woods. Here, you'll encounter all sorts of creatures, each with their own stories to tell. Venture into the Ever-Verdant Grove to hear a story of long-sought friendship. Tre...
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The stench of mossy decay spreads, the viscid waters stink & rot, and the trees stand idly by within the Muckire Bog. Vines of twisted-thorn linger around, as growling geysers spew festering-green acid. How could there be such a putrid plane amidst this teeming land? Maybe the fetid remains of a vile beast, or a curse bestowed upon this land by a lord of the plagues? Not much is known, though that is for another time. As for the Bog itself, it was seemingly shallow due to its wretched nature. Well, seemingly.
A common Bitzerfly floated around, as it then roosted on a robust log. Suddenly, it felt an abrupt shaking as from the murky depths, emerged a bog-basked behemoth: The Bogman. No more than a myth-made-flesh, this noxious colossus roams the Bog in solitude. Its barkened body was ridden with wrapping branches, while rancid verdure grew on every limb. Shrooms, twigs, and herbage sprouted forth, as it bore an abhorrent visage with eyes glowing blood-red. Bristled vines swathed its chest, and it could call and bend them to its will.
Out of terror-wrought instinct, the Bitzerfly then quickly buzzed off into the distance. O how fiendishly horrendous The Bogman must be to instill such odious dread, but in reality, it was none of all that. The swampy fiend was a solemn soul, who longed for nothing more than a companion to live the rest of its meekly mundane life with. However, things usually don't go its way seeing as how all manner of creature and critter see The Bogman as nothing more than a marshland menace. The ostracizing feeling is never new to him.
T'was yet another doleful day for the quagmire giant, and it couldn't help but feel a little dejected. It rose up from the dwelling waters to meander around & take its mind off things. Deep within the dreary mangroves, it miserably moped around: trying to forget about what had happened a while back. As the wetland wanderer trekked on, it came by a swarm of Dazzlewings & a flock of Snibberbeaks; this was an opportunity knocking for the bog-bourne trekker. However, they simply scattered and fled at the mere sight of the horrid creature; as always.
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This obviously wasn't a surprise for the fetid elemental, yet somehow the sprouts of sorrow grew evermore. It continued through the murky mangroves 'til it stumbled upon a withering log that sat by in the distance. Wearily, it approached it and rested itself; pondering on all that had happened. All it ever wanted was for someone (or something) to keep it company. It may have had a few grumbles here and there, but it never allowed its ire to let it wreak havoc amidst the morose marshlands. These were thoughts that came by, but they've never seemed to be completely mulled over.
