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[Desnind] Ïtọju

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When the cïkäkkẹns first came to be, the first great feat they completed was the solid tree wall that separates Desnind from the Makubwa Lori. Although the original plan was to completely separate themselves from the horrors that Lisirra had generated in the forest, time led the cïkäkkẹns to create a underground entrance into the city. These trees became known as the twins, for they were sung to look so much the same that the entrance could be identified to those that look for it.

The two main methods of getting into the city is by boat through the Vyẹnyẹ Bou'ae'et or by land through the Itọju. Two large, mirrored trees mark the entrance into the city. Beneath the roots that is a half mile tunnel that dives under the wall into the city proper. Hidden guards watch from small houses in the trees as visitors make their way through the small clearing towards the entrance. The entrance is difficult to find if the person does not know that it is there. A few Oludïbọ Cïkäkkẹn use illusionism to trick creatures and unwanted guests into getting turned around in the tunnel. These guests and creatures will either find it difficult to make it out of the tunnel or be spit back out into the Makubwa Lori.

For those that are welcomed through the tunnel, they will find that the twin trees have created thick root walls to hold the earth at bay. Special light sources are used as unsupervised fire is not permitted within the city. Once through the tunnel, a wide, shadowed space greets any newcomer. Curious children will sit up in the branches above while adults that are working will walk about the bridges that span between the trees. There are normally several watchers near the entrance, just in case a welcomed guest decides to cause trouble.
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"Out again Tose?"

Kah'kilan called down from where he stood upon the bridge spanning the twin trees.

"Well if your brood didn't eat so much.."


Tose replied, jokingly, since several of Kah'kilans many children were running around the Itoju, or climbing up into the branches to peer at those down below.

"And if they didn't what would you do with youself! You might have to find another path! ...Chef perhaps?"


"Ha! And I'd serve my creations to you and yours at every meal."

"You're a cruel girl to finish Lisarras work so!"


"Ah I see now, you and your wife serve to keep us all safe from Lisarras mischief!"

"You'll be glad to know Mo'ana is expecting again."

"Aaaaii, we'll be safe from Lisarra but you'll see us all starved with the number of mouths you have! I'd best not tarry here then, apparently I must catch twice as much as usual."

"Good hunting Tose!"

"My thanks!"

With a wave, she carried on into the tunnel, Makubwa Lori awaited.
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Timestamp: Arc 716th, Rebirth Cycle, Cylus 1th

It was at the break of dawn that Talhar had set out in the Makubwa Lori, only armed with his trusty side-kick that was known for its blunt attitude and in-your-face approach. And even though he's not armed to the teeth or cloaked in camouflaging mud and paint, nor with the gnarliest hard-nosed berserker face on...He was still a Sev'ryn born and bred in Desnind, meaning he was well aware of the dangers lurking in the Makubwa Lori and even knew where to find deadwood and fallen branches near the Itoju entrance. Some might say he was a coward in that regards, for not being a hunter or facing fears, dangers and all kinds of cool-sounding terms for usually-avoidable-premature-deaths. Talhar knew he wasn't a coward though, and that was all that mattered to him; He didn't feel the need to prove himself to people passing him by on the way for a feast or whatever.

Since he knew where to look and which places to abstain from, he made it back to the Itoju entrance safely with a fairly sizeable branch of hardwood on his back, or almost anyway. Just as he was about to be swallowed by the nigh-total darkness of the Itoju, he got hit! Smack down right in the kisser, wounded and in panic, he scurried forward out of harm's reach on hands and knees. He was done for, ambushed and taken down like a toddler, how shameful! Oh the agony...Wait, agony?! Where is the pain and why isn't he bleeding out from his lower behind by now? (Brutal way to go, na?)

Turning and spinning on the spot, now resting on the palms of his hands placed behind him, he was ready! Ready to give death the evil eye and monologue an inspirational one-liner! Like: "You might have taken me down, but I will forever live on in the heart and souls of my people!" Too corny? Naaaaaa! Back to the rotten fruit that was thrown at his posterior by an overly amused monkey dangling off a nearby tree, grinning his teeth bare at Talhar and giving him the 'Lololol'-look before swinging away, probably to bamboozle a freaking deer...Cursed monkey!

After having praising everyone and everything in the known world for having been alone during this proud moment, he scrubbed off the rotten fruit and went down through the Itoju, all the while grumbling and mumbling under his breath; He'd get even with that damn monkey, sooner or later!
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Itọju

Arc 716th, Ymiden 1st.
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Tai’klein had been in the city once before. The great solid tree wall that separated the wild was traveled only once before, though. Born as a red head Sev’ryn, and growing up in Desnind brought back some memories that were far too rough to bare at times. Though, little did Tai’klein know that today he would travel the dark tunnels once again.

Tai’klein was out hunting once again embodying form of his familiar Rei’sch, who was a white wolf. The fur sheened through the moonlight of the dense forest, and what once came in the light, only disturbed that which was in the horrors of night. Sitting atop the trunk of a fallen tree, the wolf scanned the area around him. Senses were different in this form and the smell around him was one of death and blood. Wind blew through the trees as they whistled. Every stir of the nature around him warranted a keen eye and observant ears. The coarse hairs on his mane and between his upper shoulder blades began to erect with warning. His snout snarled at something in the shadows that moved not with the wind. His yellow eyes peered and widened as it moved his way. Strange glowing eyes pierced through the darkness as it swiftly moved towards the wolf. His first reaction was to defend himself and he growled at the strange beast that didn’t seem to react in any mean.

When the glowing sinister red light got closer, Tai’klein and Rei’sch saw something unknown to them. Whispers from the wolf familiar echoed in Tai’klein’s mind. “Run!” The wolf darted forward towards the beast with great velocity. As his paws struck the ground he slid right by the beast from the bramble of the forest floor and took a nip from its arm, which responded with a swing of rusty steel that was concealed. It just barely cut off a bit of his stray fur, and alarmed the wolf. Tai’klein underestimated his opponent, and another set of glowing red eyes appeared from the shadows. Turning his body around from sliding on the bramble the wolf growled towards the two beings of darkness. The one in the back and most recently seemed to run off somewhere.

Smelling the air, he knew there might be more, and the one that just seemed to run off seemed to head… towards the den! The wolf let out a snarl and ran around his prey who tried to attack once more, but the wolf knew these parts of the forest and evaded the attack by pouncing off another tree trunk. It was very close. The attacking red eyed monster ran into the tree. Now was his time to escape and go protect his real life body in his den.

He ran through the forests with great speed, and knew that at this speed he might beat them to his den, if they could find it. He wondered what sort of monsters these were – and what their purpose were. Panting slightly when stopping near his den, the wolf sniffed the air. It was fresher smelling at first, and then the recognizable scent once more made itself out. These beasts somehow found his den. The wolf darted into the den and saw one hovering over his vulnerable body, about ready to strike. The wolf with no hesitation charged towards it and tackled it with his gaping maws and teeth. “How could this thing find our den! I took such precaution.” Tai’klein snarled as ripping his teeth through it’s flesh. Red blood scattered throughout in the process. Through the struggle; the body of the monster fell onto his waterskin and Tai’klein’s body. The monster reacted in a strange way and almost shreaked then ran out of the den in response.

The wolf lowered it’s head toward the entrance of den and growled once more. It sounded like two, no three more of these monsters were out there waiting to ambush them. “What will we do?” Tai’klein asked his familiar who seemed to snarl back to him in response. “Your body is vulnerable, and I doubt your bow will be of any use in this situation. You won’t like it, but we might be able drag you to the city.” Rei’sch responded in term. “Won’t I wake in that situation?” he asked but his familiar remained quiet.

Tai’klein in response went over to his body in the form of his familiar and nuzzled underneath his waist. Pawing his way under the body and lifting his head he managed to maneuver his body underneath the body and stood up. Tai’klein’s body was lifeless and weighed enough, but the wolf body was strong and nearly just as big. With a few wolf grunts the jaws of the wolf clamped onto some of Tai’kleins red hair and maneuvered down to grab onto a sleeve of his fur clothing. Attempting to stand up the wolf struggled a bit and finally got his paws to grip the ground below.

Turning to the entrance of the den, the wolf with Tai’kleins body upon it had started walking slowly towards it, until finally running into a sprint. Escaping the den he was met by three of the glowing red eyed beasts who attempted to charge near him and his sev’ryn body. The wolf dodged with a turn towards the city walls. Running as fast as he could the wolf darted through the woods with the lifeless body weighing down his usual graceful run through the forest.

This time the wolf was one being hunted, and the three red eyes were carefully and expediently following them. Chase gave way, and every second was filled with a pounding heart full of adrenaline. Eventually the two made their way to the entrance, Itoju, and went into the tunnel. Quarter of a mile in, the wolf was still being chased when finally, the monsters seemed to disappear. After escaping the tunnel and going into the entrance of the city of Desnind, the wolf dropped the body of Tai’klein and nuzzled the body to inspect if it was hurt during the chase. Everything seemed fine when finally the wolf laid down beside the body, panting, and disappeared. Tai’klein woke in the city and was met by an oludibo cikakken.

“What was that?” the oludibo cikakken asked with curiosity. Tai’klein was still out of breath, despite not had sharing any the physical labor that his familiar did. They shared everything. Pain, hardship, and injury. “I am not sure.”
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They were Ratherion, and though they just barely escaped their death - this is sure to create an interesting plot following it!
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Tor'ree sat up in bed yawning loudly rubbing her eyes. She needed to get moving, but Kae'lean was curled up beautifully beside the woman's legs. Smiling she petted the animal before moving and getting ready for the day. Once dressed the woman brushed out her hair and put her cloak on. Heading out Kae'lean quickly got up and disappeared staying close to the woman as she moved about the city. Looking down from one of the bridges the lady watched the others below her slightly amused by their actions.

"Come on Kae'lean let's go get food for the day as well as a little bit of pay," Tor'ree said with a smile looking down easily seeing the black wolf beside her.

The pair climbed down and headed out of town speaking to different people as they went.
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18th of Ymiden, Arc 716

Chevnoavi landed on the forest floor for a breather. She was exhausted, no beyond exhausted. How long had she been running? It felt like years... maybe it had been years, she wasn't really sure anymore. She could never get enough distance between her and that city, those people, and those feelings. The fear her father would swoop down out of the sky and drag her home was still very real in her mind. No place had felt safe enough, secluded enough to make her stop running.

The Avriel woman finally gave her surroundings a good look. A cave caught her attention, no more like called out to her. It didn't take long for Chevnoavi to realize this cave was not naturally made, nor was it even a cave! It was a tunnel, lined with strange jars that glowed. On closer inspection each held small larvae. "Fascinating... I've never seen such a thing..," she cooed. "Tell me little ones, what is at the end of this tunnel?" She knew they couldn't answer but speaking to them brought some sort of comfort. Giving her wings a stretch, she continued on.

Finally light peered into the tunnel, Chevnoavi braced herself for the worst as she passed into the light. It was a city.... built into the trees...? Walk ways were suspended above her, no doubt to watch what came from the tunnel. It seemed primitive in some ways and yet so advanced in others. It was beautiful entwined in nature so naturally, this city.

Suddenly a child's voice yelled in some native tongue. Out of nowhere people emerged, all eyes were on her. She readied her wings if they attacked. But at the sight of her grey wings the was a communal gasp. She closed her wings, trying to make herself as small as she could. Had they never seen an Avriel? That was beneficial and confusing at the same time.
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20th Saun, Arc 716

Ti'niva crouched next to a tree and ran his fingers through the loose dry dirt. It hadn't rained in over two weeks and it was clearer than day from the surroundings that the plants were beginning to struggle. He closed his eyes and inhaled the air taking in the scents around him, many he hadn't smelled for months. It had been a long time since he had been this close to Desnind. He could see the Itọju with his well trained eyes and watched the opening for a while. He saw a a couple of hunters leave from the opening carrying their bows and heading in the direction of Toṣïbẹẹrẹ Whakamātao.

Ti'niva had wasted enough time watching the entrance to the city and in one quick agile spin he was bounding off into the forest putting some distance between him and the entrance. He had been planning to scout out a new area to hunt and was now well on his way.
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26 Zi'da, 716

If it wasn't for the map in his book, Arlo might have had a harder time locating the entrance to Desnind. Never mind the young man was accustomed and fairly well equipped to observe and survive the woodlands and wilderness, he was pretty observant too. But the entrance was cleverly made and cleverly disguised. But it wasn't any of the ordinary maps in the book that had pointed out exactly where the strange entrance was. It was the hand drawn one that was timeworn, and folded in the back of the book. The one he'd managed to miss up until just last trial, when the book had fallen open off the back of his cart, and the hand drawn map had it turn fallen out of it.

Surely it had been drawn by whoever had owned the book before him, many, many trials ago. And plainly they'd visited Desnind and spent some time there, based on how detailed the map and the faded notes written on it. Those by themselves, those notes and observations had intrigued him. By then he'd already decided to travel to the tree city. And he thought maybe he'd stay awhile. A month or so at least, until the weather grew warmer again. Arlo didn't mind sleeping out in the cold, under the stars. He was accustomed to it by now, even preferred it, and he had what he needed to survive.

But with the coming of Cylus it promised to get even colder out. And even he, who preferred wandering the outdoors, appreciated the appeal of the indoors in weather like that. Peg, the shaggy mare that his stepfather had given him to ride or pull his cart when he'd left home, the only company he'd had for trials now, might not think much of passing between the roots of those trees, and traveling underground. But she might appreciate a rest too. And so stubborn as she was, on a whim, Arlo coaxed and cajoled, finally managing to lead her in through the entrance.
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Cylus 1, Arc 717
Asari stood outside of Itọju, hugging herself tightly as the cold breezes stabbed through her thin clothes, making her black hair flutter. She couldn't help a sense of foreboding hitting her as she gazed at what was Desnind proper. I've lived in the hotlands so long... I'm not sure how to live anywhere else. She thought absently, frowning. Mother once said that the tree folk- the Sev'ryn and the Tunawa- were not fond of Naerikk... but if I want to learn healing, this will be a good place to do so.

It took her a few minutes to gather her bravery, before she gave a determined nod. "Screw it... This is my home now, too, and if they can't put up with me living here... then that's their fault." She said under her breath, giving a second nod for good measure. Grabbing the handle of her bag, which was heavy with supplies she'd brought from Nekhet, the Naerikk moved through the entrance and by doing so, started her new life.
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1st Zi’da Arc 717 Morning
Leaves crunched under Rose’s boots and she slowly meandered toward the massive mirrored trees known as the Ïtọju. The intertwining root wall seemed to lean outwards, like the maw of a great mountain cat ready to feast on unsuspecting travelers. Rose glanced up into the towering treetops, squinting at the dappled light that made its way to the forest floor. Small birds flitted through the canopy; their bright plumage gleaming in the sunlight when they took flight. The young physician shouldered a simple cloth bag, the contents smelling of pungent wild herbs.

Occasionally Rose ventured a short distance outside the gates to seek out wild plants and seeds that were difficult to grow in a typical garden. Tiny bunches of Medowsweet and Stinging Nettle were tied carefully with twine and stowed in her satchel. Both plants were essential in brewing soothing teas that relieved inflammation. Even in cooler weather herbs could be found in the nook of a tree trunk or in a mossy overhang. Rose rolled a pale green leaf of the minty smelling medowsweet between her fingers, enjoying the scent as she stepped into the tunnel that lead into Desnind.

Her time in Desnind had been short, having only lived within the city of the Sev'ryn for little over two arcs. This world was still alien to her, and so very different from the cultured beauty of her homeland. There was an untamed beauty in this place, in a way the natives were kinder and more civilized than the people of Strosdyn. The Sev'ryn shared everything and so no one went without. Everyone was welcome so long as they held no evil intent toward the city and it's inhabitants. It was an admirable society, even if not everyone saw it that way.
Rose stepped from the earthen tunnel into an open clearing drenched in gloom. The soft green shadows were filled with the murmuring and laughter of children climbing through the trees. She was home.



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