Unmoving and still, the patient gaze of leaf and bark ever watches the land. Still and silent they gather their wills within, shared across a network of roots buried deep within the earth. Emotions and desires of many a tree collide and merge giving birth to an entity of wood like no other, neither tree nor creature.
They are born from root as the great guardians of nature, one with the woods and forests which birthed them. Their will that of the greater collective.
To the animals who abide within the cycle of life and death they never reveal themselves, observing unseen, the sight of tree their own. To those, however, that bring with them the intent of harm which surpasses beyond nature’s ways, they bring swift wrathful vengeance.
The judgement of these monstrosities knows no bounds, once marked as an enemy they seek without mercy. The trees are their doorways, intertwined roots forming paths which allow almost undetectable passage. They are the wrath of nature, they are the silent judge, they are jury and executioner.
Shades of Battler 