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Severin, The Living Wood

Within the unending acres of the Living Wood existed both everything, and nothing. In the leaves of its trees and the shadows of its underbrush could be found visions of everything and everyone that ever would or could be, visions of those things at their peak, their highest potential. The Living Wood grew from the best of everything, and blossomed into everything at its best. As the plethora of things that exist grew and changed, so too did the Wood, ever moving, ever growing, ever Living, ever showing all things as they could be, as they should be, as they were meant to be.

With the dismembering of its fetich in the Primordial War, the perfect Living Wood died, its warm moving branches turning to cold, hard brass, its supple changing leaves becoming stagnant, sterile silver. And when dumped unceremoniously into Malfeas, even the beauty of his silver leaves was lost, hidden under the ground as he was sewn in upside down. The perfection he once embodied in life, he could now only show in cold reflection, his once life-giving sap turned to toxic quicksilver. Thus Szoreny, The Silver Forest, came to be.