8.17.3.3 ALLIED TRIBES OF THE WODEWOSES

                         [GUILD LEADERS]
                 The Wyldewald: Vacant
                     Rig-Wilde: (nobody)
                   Landspeaker: (nobody)

                    [CURRENTLY IN THE REALM]
   Able to inguild and promote: (nobody)

"We were borne from the soil of the Verdant Land. Will we
not fight for it?! Will we not be its sword, its arrow, its
heart!? Let no one stand in our way, brothers and sisters, in
defense of our woods. Our Hunt starts tonight!"

- Rhawon Ladrennbenn's final rallying cry in
the Second Battle of Oleavnir

Once a motley of fierce clans that fell during the Nature Wars, the
Allied Tribes of the Wodewoses have nonetheless risen again, inheriting
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a 600-year old tradition that honours the ways of the wild forest. For
them, the land of Serenwilde is a living, breathing entity where the
cycles of life and death, predator and prey, manifest, and it shapes
each Wodewose individually and communally. Indeed, the vast tribes
differ in region, aesthetics and totemic folklore, but their shared
spirituality finds common cause in the rallying care for the Serenwilde
and participation in the 'Wild Hunt,' a celebratory ritual where these
men and women engage in the primal tug of life.

Painted in shades of green, black and yellow, the Wodewoses stalk
through the thick boughs of the northern woods and leave no hint of
their passage; armed with nature magic and the tools of war and trade,
they combine the knowledge of various disciplines to keep safe what they
deem sacred.


8.17.3.1 LISTENERS AT THE VEIL

                         [GUILD LEADERS]
            The Grey Waykeeper: Vacant
                     Waldgeist: (nobody)
                    Cairnhewer: (nobody)

                    [CURRENTLY IN THE REALM]
   Able to inguild and promote: (nobody)

The veil between life and death has always been thin, and this has been
especially the case for Serenwilde.

Is it because some fae magic or primal wellspring that keeps the
ancestors of the forest here? Or does the green blood of the Shelterfolk
call out to those from beyond the pale, tethering them still so they can
maintain their ancient oaths and charges? Who is to say. But what is
clear is that the voices of the sacred dead, the ancestral spirits of
Serenwilde altogether, can no longer remain silent. They have witnessed
the forest's present - mired in self-doubt and broken traditions - and
have foreseen the forest's future - a once, timeless forest then
rotting, fading, and lost. Such an ill prospect shall not come to pass,
and instead, they accuse, shout and live again.

And so, the Listeners at the Veil have risen in response to the cries of
the ancestors. Eschewing the traditional roles and communities that the
Serenwilde once maintained, they draw upon the legacies and satires of
the past in these trying times. Guided by a host of ancestors, they seek
to restore nature to its truest form. They remember every lesson that
shelling history of Serenwilde teaches, and they will use said wisdom
and the power of the ages to forge a path forward into a brighter
future.

8.17.3.1 SOWERS OF THE LAST SEED

                         [GUILD LEADERS]
            The Vates Arboreal: Vacant
                       Awanydd: (nobody)
                      Oracular: (nobody)

                    [CURRENTLY IN THE REALM]
   Able to inguild and promote: (nobody)

Lips, fumbling with the sweetness of honey-wine.
Fingers, dug root-deep in rich, dark-scented earth.
Ears, catching birdsong and the music of the trees.

There are some Shelterfolk who hold fast to this ancient sense of
wonder: a clan of dreamers who imagine the world as Ellindel and
Glinshari once hoped it would be - rejuvenated and new. A mystical sect
if there ever was one, they name themselves under the sign of a fae
prophesy that describes the time when the last seed is planted and how
the world would become wild and free once again. They are the Sowers of
the Last Seed.

Though they recognize it is no longer possible to return to that original
purity of yesteryear, the world can nonetheless attain a graceful
wildness - hungry, spinning and joyous. Their aim is to reunite this
broken world to its spiritual core - the Ethereal Realm itself - and
they believe the Serenwilde alone holds the key to such renewal. In
encouraging a closeness to that sacred realm and all its inhabitants,
they foresee a future where all can hear the song of the forest.

It would be unwise, however, to deem them the gentler counterparts of
their kin; indeed, the Sowers walk the wheel of the seasons and know
that what must be sewn must also be reaped.