Tar Pits

What is now known as the Tar Pit Wastes was once the Eastern Serenwilde. The forest expanded much further than its current boundaries; however, when an ancient, insidious creature called the Slaghora'ruin, or the Slayer of Forests in the fae language, slithered in from beyond the Basin of Life, the forest quickly decayed under the beast's poisonous touch. In defense of the Serenwilde, several druid families went to fight the beast, but they were unable to do so - and in the end, Chuchip, the Great Spirit of Serenwilde, had to sever the land with his magic. When the Slaghora'ruin grew strong enough to pierce through Chuchip's veil, the Wastes were revealed, and it was found that the descendants of the druid families still waged a most difficult war.

Inhabitants

a crazed buck
a rabid fox
a monstrous man-eater plant
a frenzied badger
an enchanting dryad

Slemgooum Fyrgenwig

Though her dark skin is stretched tight against a cadaverous skull, Slegooum Fyrgenwig's large eyes are bright and full of mischief. The ancient mugwump is swathed in a deep black robe and bent nearly in half, making it impossible to ascertain just how large she actually is. In one shriveled hand, Slegooum tightly grips a gnarled branch upon which she leans heavily. Foul smelling fumes waft out of pouches hanging from her belt, and an old brass torc set with a clouded emerald hangs from her neck.

Tinjtak Gladheart

Looking like a tae'dae in miniature, Tinjtak Gladheart is coated in golden-brown and clad in a simple tunic and trousers. An affable grin is plastered across the furrikin's snout and bright brown eyes gaze warmly at the surroundings. A cudgel is clasped lightly in one chubby paw and currently finds service as a walking stick, while the other hangs onto a pouch slung over Tinjtak's back.

Cyarun Thornleaf

An elfen druid who urges others to put animal corpses inside tar pits in service of his master.

Mebor Greenhunt

Kneeling with the posture of a statue, Mebor Greenhunt's true height is difficult to determine. Clad in a neatly trimmed doeskin tunic and oiled leather breeches, his coppery skin seems to blend into the clothing, appearing as if he were wearing a full piece suit. Tousled locks of auburn hair fall down to frame a slender face, cut through by a pair of pointed ears. His facial features are far too striking to be considered handsome, and his slate grey eyes gaze out with a soulful yearning. He clutches a golden sickle and a simple red leather sling in one hand and presses the other firmly in the soft soil.

Mebor seeks to offer a proper burial to the corrupted animals of the area.

Jayant Thornleaf

As willowy as a tree sapling, Jayant Thornleaf is a rail-thin elfen man with a countenance which boasts a severity tempered by leadership. Silvery-green skin covers his sharp musculature, partly covered by golden robes which drape over his body luxuriantly. Long, dark strands of hair have been pulled back in a tight ponytail, revealing the harsh features and keen angles of his face. Brilliant chartreuse eyes study the environment with a determination hidden in their depths, and his rosy lips have been pursed in a wistful expression. A many-pronged rack of antlers erupts from his skull, each tip sharpened and deadly. Motes of emerald light flow gently to the ground from a mystic cudgel which he grips tightly in his right hand.

Jayant has discovered a way to use druidic magic to prevent Slaghora'ruin's further growth, but needs assistance from other druids in the area, each with their own issues distracting them from the task at hand.

Esen Rainsong

Tightly wrapped in a bundle of thick wool blankets, Esen Rainsong drifts in and out of consciousness. Her pale skin has taken on a sickly pallor, a virulent yellow which covers her body in disturbing splotches. Silky brown-red feathers fall from her head in a soft downy cap, yielding to smaller feathers resting at the nape of her neck. Arching past her shoulders, a pair of mahogany wings have been folded to fit in the fibrous quilts, allowing her to rest comfortably. Her glassy aeneous eyes struggle to remain awake, spidery wrinkles having formed around the sockets and lashes. Despite being ill, she has managed to wrest her left arm from the cloth bindings, occasionally spasming as the limb anxiously reaches for a golden sickle, leather sling, and an assortment of runes nearby.

Risio Honnen

Discounting his large, slender ears, Risio Honnen stands only a few feet tall, but proudly displays all the vigour of his rabbit furrikin lineage. A soft brown coat of bristly fur covers his plump body which pales to an off-white around his tiny stomach. Bright blue eyes peer curiously at his surroundings, and a small pink nose snuffles the air intermittently amidst a forest of whiskers. A fluffy ball of fur protrudes from Risio's bottom, further denoting his heritage. Bound by a simple leather belt, he is clothed in a thick smock-like robe which is deeply stained a myriad of colours. A golden sickle and a leather sling hang from his belt, waiting to be used.

Risio is trying to assemble a potion that might cure Esen's sickness.

Temmal Bramble

tae'dae who needs help rebuilding the totem for the ritual.

Emaleth Strongoak

a distraught elfen

Lossam Calendis

Begins QUEST LOSSAM_FLOWERS
This elfen spiritsinger is trying to heal the Tar Pits and needs flowers to do so.

Cidinnanc Wildbriar

A faeling that came along with Lossam to help heal the region.

the Tar Pits
Continent	Basin of Life
Plane	Prime Material Plane