RE: Legacy of the Tyrant (TWS)
04-12-2016, 08:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-12-2016, 08:29 AM by Pharmacy.)
Who are you?
You are Sativa Sylvanblooded. You are human, but people have a hard time finding that true. Flowers grow and die as you walk. Wild animals follow you as if hypnotized with a reverence of a goodly queen. Unseen winds follow you behind, carrying a pleasant scent and sounds of a forest.
You are a drifter, a shapeshifter, and the last true Acolyte of the Silver Claw in this pitiful realm.
Who were your people before the Tyrant?
The Circle of the Silver Claw is one of the most prominent druidic organizations in the world whose nebulous, fey-touched origins predate even the Tyranny of Tiers. Scornful of the organized bureaucracy of more brick-paved kingdoms, the Circle was loosely led by those elderly enough to evade youthful upstarts or skillful enough to hold the ephemeral admiration of their fellow druids.
What they lack in organization, they made up in sheer magical power – mass-surging plants for harvest, calling in wild-animals for labor, and moulding their bodies into more primal, fearsome forms for needed battles.
What did the Tyrant take from your people?
The Circle of the Silver Claw fought to the bitter end, but in the end the Tyrant won this battle. She stole away many things – their land, their artifacts, but worse of all, she took away their respect for druidism – by extension, nature.
Under the threat of cold-iron, she forced the Silver Claws to industrial-levels of farming, apply unnatural vigor to her soldiers, and mould the battlefield to her liking. Her dismal rule was long enough that it wore on the Silver Claw druids – wore on enough that the remaining druids saw nature as something to be molded like clay, not something sacred.
The consequences were slow but inevitable. The land could only handle so much harvesting and even druidism has their limits. The limits of nature finally broke when the Tyrant fell. Production collapsed, famine and starvation were rampant, and disease spread like the once-existing wildfires. But finally, you are free. And as for the dusty plateaus and ruins, that is okay, nature – and the true Circle of the Silver Claw – will rise again.
You are Sativa Sylvanblooded. You are human, but people have a hard time finding that true. Flowers grow and die as you walk. Wild animals follow you as if hypnotized with a reverence of a goodly queen. Unseen winds follow you behind, carrying a pleasant scent and sounds of a forest.
You are a drifter, a shapeshifter, and the last true Acolyte of the Silver Claw in this pitiful realm.
Who were your people before the Tyrant?
The Circle of the Silver Claw is one of the most prominent druidic organizations in the world whose nebulous, fey-touched origins predate even the Tyranny of Tiers. Scornful of the organized bureaucracy of more brick-paved kingdoms, the Circle was loosely led by those elderly enough to evade youthful upstarts or skillful enough to hold the ephemeral admiration of their fellow druids.
What they lack in organization, they made up in sheer magical power – mass-surging plants for harvest, calling in wild-animals for labor, and moulding their bodies into more primal, fearsome forms for needed battles.
What did the Tyrant take from your people?
The Circle of the Silver Claw fought to the bitter end, but in the end the Tyrant won this battle. She stole away many things – their land, their artifacts, but worse of all, she took away their respect for druidism – by extension, nature.
Under the threat of cold-iron, she forced the Silver Claws to industrial-levels of farming, apply unnatural vigor to her soldiers, and mould the battlefield to her liking. Her dismal rule was long enough that it wore on the Silver Claw druids – wore on enough that the remaining druids saw nature as something to be molded like clay, not something sacred.
The consequences were slow but inevitable. The land could only handle so much harvesting and even druidism has their limits. The limits of nature finally broke when the Tyrant fell. Production collapsed, famine and starvation were rampant, and disease spread like the once-existing wildfires. But finally, you are free. And as for the dusty plateaus and ruins, that is okay, nature – and the true Circle of the Silver Claw – will rise again.