Hail traveler from afar, unbeknownst of these lands!You ask me, what is this village that lies before us, nestled in its valley of lush greens? You ask me, why does it seem so peaceful and harmonic, while at the same time carrying an air of natural power? You are right when you tell me you feel more here, more of everything that this world has to offer, more of what nature provides us with in her fair regard. You are here in a place where the green mother still reigns, swaddling her children in her embrace while father Ozlam stands guard at their hearths.
Do not be concerned when you see dark shadows at night shuffling through the mists, planning and plotting to end the green days with fire and with sword. Do not be perturbed when they come in droves, their armies blood lusting and ready to cut down every tree, every shrub in their path. Do not fear, for they will fail, as is their way. This sacred place has seen many a battle, many a people that have fought here, and always this village in its lush green valley has prevailed. It gives to all who are ready to embrace its gift, and it takes all from those who carry destruction in their hearts.
For their scattered survivors will wake up at night, screaming from the dreams that haunt them until the end of their days, fearfully whispering to them...
...remember Tebandra?
