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New growth comes to the northern portions of the continent. After the fall of Gaiar Aetherius the woods had been quiet. Near the western coast buildings begin to rise, the bustle of life and expansion once returning to the land. Levengard takes shape in the Everautumn Valley.



To the east, in valley forests unclaimed and untamed, a different kind of growth occurs. A seed is planted, the barest sprout from a treasured gift of abundance is placed into purified soil, blessed with blood and tended with care. The land all around begins to bloom, to sing with the promise of new life to come. Trees stretch higher, grasses thicker, animals more vibrante and larger, and in the center of it all a verdant green sprout is encircled by a shield of protective thorns. Any undead who might find themselves walking the territory feel drained, weakened. Their ilk do not belong in this place of renewal.



Just enough of the undergrowth has been cleared to accommodate a tower, covered in vines and leaves already as if left to the ravages of nature. Watchful eyes keep zealous guard over the woods below.