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This camp is our front line in the war with the Rotted. It is here, friend, we make the long stand against the corruption of the Rotted King and his army of corruptors. However, to understand where the future may lead, young one, you must know the full truth of the past.

Long before the beasts returned, we, the Treekin, slept. In our slumber, a witch came to this forest, an exile of her own people. She was Khazekeela. She sought revenge on her own kin for casting her out. She became our slumbering nightmare. Twisting the forest and my own kin into creatures of corruption and fearsome brutishness, and still we slept. She wanted an army of slaves to scourge her own homeland. At first, her attempts failed, but she was not dissuaded. She pressed on, her dark magic soaking deeper into each of my sleeping brothers that she used for her own wicked aims. It was then that she found her success. It was Ambervane, that fell to the darkness, pushed deep into his bark until he could not withstand the darkness, the corruption, the decay. She had succeeded and, in doing so, the Rotted were born. His own dream fading into the living nightmare, Ambervane awoke from the long slumber. He gazed upon Khazekeela. She cast her magics about him, an attempt to enslave his spirit, but to no avail. She had indeed corrupted his soul, but his will was still his own. In that moment, without a thought, he crushed the life out of her. His touch alone, rotting her flesh to the bone, until there was little but dust remaining. He gazed about. He was not alone. Many other sleeping Treekin had been brought to the maze deep in the wood. He touched one of our brothers and watched, with no horror at all, as the corruption spread from his own hand to the hand of his brother, quickly consuming, engulfing, possessing the dreamer. His path was set and he soon found he was not alone. The Black Shroomies came to him offering a pact - a Pact of Decay. To turn the wood into the festering, putrid, dying hulk it is today. In the ages that have passed, we have had successes and failures in this fight, but still we push on. Knowing that in the end it shall be our deaths, or the salvation of the forest. This is our way. This is our struggle. This…is our life.

To know the struggle is to better understand it. This is the fight you now seek to join. I tell you this so you have no illusions about what is to come, now that you know what has come before. Think on this and then return to me. If you wish to truly join this fight, then after you have considered this, we may proceed.

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• Ends with Ironbirch

So you wish to join the fight? Good, then let us begin.

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