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Villager: Bwitched

*The Great Old Oak... Once standing mighty amoungst an army of it's kindred in a great grove that once surrounded and protected the grounds surrounding the perimeters of Dragonsmaw Manor... Now bunrt and battle-scarred, broken and worn by time, somehow still retaining it's regality by it's defiance to be claimed totally by death... Drove it tendriling roots so deep both in this world but in the magicks tying this world to others that any who are daring enough can tranverse it's mystical highways and by-ways will find the Inner Garden Realm.

It is here thatall denizens bring the seeds of their realms, cultivating them to maturity and harvesting the plants to use in their concoctive creations.

All manner of beings come here... and as such... sometimes... The seeds they bring carry little stowaways, passengers or the larval offspring are thus born into this mystacal realm and happily spend their lives dutifully cultivating the nigh-limitless fields of flora and fauna.

Some, who're not natives of this lush inner world also tell the peoples of the worlds they come from and return to... and the tales they tell bring forth such curious imagry that some of the natives then in turn brave the journey out ta see these realms for themselves.

Zzz'Mantha Zzst'VenzzZ, born of these Inner Gardens, and gifted with botanikenesis (mental mastery of both growing and shaping plants by her will) Is one such resident who ventured out... several times, into these 'Outter-Tree Realms' and witnessed the ravages of war that'd lain some of the lands uninhabitable by the plants her very life depends on and so she's made it her personal mission to make sure that there will always be plenty for any in need.