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THE HISTORY OF THE COLOSSAL TREE How many times have you shallow ungrateful simpletons walked by it. Hit it while you were fleeing west from Seringale or urinated at its bottom never even noticing its magnificence... This wondrous colossus of bark and leaf silently overshadows and dwarfs everything around him since the beginning of time. Never did you stop to wonder what has this ancient sage of nature seen, what words were uttered under its branches. Three times did Thera rumble and roil with changes but it stood untouched. Wars raged around him but this pale giant only strived higher as if reaching for heavens. History of our realm is within his rings, images of our past are etched in his ragged bark, blood of our ancestor mingles within its pitch. Incredible and magical, timeless and beautiful, forlorn and obstacle to the unheeding mortals. Story of this tree reaches back to the time even before Overlord's supremacy. Then Thera was a magical realm of chaos. Many proud heroes and champions wandered it seeking justice, glory or wealth. Fierce Colossus had it all, the biggest of the titans was the creature of the legends even in the time which was legendary in its own right. Eighty feet of darkest adamantite absorbing the sun, fiery molten eyes that showed no fear and immense cudgel that could smash mountains were many times center of the night fire stories. No keep defended against his siege, never did his cohorts loose in battle, no single combat was short of spectacular triumph. He stomped forward leaving songs and corpses in his wake. In time his fortune was beyond measure and all his battles fought. His restless fierce spirit gnawed at him, he prowled Thera corner to corner in search of challenge... Ages passed while his passion and frustration turned to anger, to fury... to madness. Crazed he wandered wreaking havoc where he passed, a flurry of curses and blows until one clear night in center of the realm he looked up. Last shards of sanity left him as he stared up at sky, constellations glittered. A chariot, a lion, a small bear, a ship... a titan... huge immense titan, furiously seeking a battle his club at ready! "Here!" He bellowed wildly swinging his cudgel towards the sky, clawing at air in blind rage attempting to engage his foe. Breathless he screamed, begged, threatened, he prayed... "I want to go up! Do you Colossus? barely audible voice questioned, a pair of fiery eyes landed on a dirty bearded unkempt hermit garbed in a mossy straw cloak. Yesss! titan whimpered barely noticing the figure. So be it. nodded the figure. From there on legends say that the titan's burning desire combined with godling's primordial magics cruelly granted his wish. The mage, or druid or god calmly observed as Colossus turned into a tree. His feet let roots, his skin turned to bark, his enormous hands split into myriad of branches. Since then every day the cursed titan strives towards heavens slowly making his way up towards his final battle. Such is the fate of the obstacle we so often pass by when we head west obliviously. Istina |
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