Ulmusdorn

The Cataclysm ended 100 years before leaving the world now locked in a

vicious war. Gaia pushes to reassert the balance after the many grievous

wounds inflicted on Aabahran. Wild magics released in the Cataclysm resulted

in the appearance of many new races never seen before in Aabahran. Ents

added to this mix and were a result of Gaia seizing some of this wild power

for Her own design. Driven by need, Gaia's plan was to create Guardians to

protect, to encourage and later to guard the woods and glades. Vital in

their task as the forests were to sustain much of the life on Aabahran.

Created by harnessing this potent magic, Ents were given life and cognizance.

Charged with one task and formed with a purpose they nurtured the land. To

create the Ents, Gaia selected only the oldest of trees, living wood deep in

the deepest Dark Heart of the forest for she knew that the magic was wild,

unweildly, raw and difficult to control. Only a select number could be

created safely. Ulmusdorn was one of those selected few created as a

Guardian from the living wood. A true Ent. A being of thought and

understanding, caring for the will of Gaia.

The Warmasters fought the Savants, back and forth in great battles during

this period and many's focus was elsewhere allowing Gaia to steadily work

away at Her own divine plan. Time marched on as it inevitably does, a stream

that cannot be halted even by the hands of the Gods. As the world balanced

itself Gaia's potency waned. The magics released by the Cataclysm began to

diminish, captured and used or merely dissipating with time. Her time and

energy spent, Her Guardians fulfilling their duties the balance returned.

Eventually the need for Her presence was called elsewhere. The Ents began

to lose their purpose, their potency. Without direction and Her spirit

they began to loose their way. The woods flourished. The trees grew. The

glades swelled. Their need diminished. Soon the Ents halted their

activities. Content with the results of their work and happy to let it

flourish. As Gaia's power left to be focused elsewhere so did their

cognizance, their life sustained by Her need.

In Her absence she was wise to select new extensions of Her will. Many have

been called, Eshaine, Roykagh, Grimulfr. Some were called away. The need

of Gaia greater in other lands distant beyond our shores requiring Gaia

gather her strength, calling all her champions away to face some great and

deadly foe. Aabahran languished. Her faithful continue small struggles

against mortared stone and undead alike but Gaia is content to focus her

attentions elsewhere. Pestilence spreads over thousand year woods. Death

selects her champions and the light counters with Avatars. A new Guardian

is needed. One of old blood. One who has been here before. She knows a

place in the Dark Heart. Where one waits, Ulmusdorn, once Guardian, now

needed again and awakened in an age where the moons align once more and the

prophecies whisper of a second cataclysm.