$14.00Yiggral

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Cursed Immortality Season 2 - (2/4) The Umbratouched - Curse of Vengeance   Description Part 1: Old Wil In the days before man entered the forest with the sole intent of driving a gain out of even the last patch of unsoiled grass, Wilgrove Wood had been a different sort of place. Where now burned earth is thick with the blood of dead men and thick splinters of bark, mosses, and lichen once flourished. A path now blocked by strangling vines, once inviting a visitor into a secluded spot with a deep pond. There, they would have found Old Wil, a thing so ancient it defied memory. Old Wil, people said, had planted Wilgrove from his own acorns and seedlings. Some went so far as to say Old Wil had a hand in the planting of every forest from here to the oceans. He certainly would have had the time, so old was he that he could not remember his own inception. What he did remember though was his joy at every passing visitor, each bringing a new memory into his old head, replacing one that would soon emerge from his bark in the form of a new memory tree that he would plant. Wilgrove was his home, his soul, his everything. As Old Wil was Wilgrove, Wilgrove was also Old Wil. Of course, this would not last forever. Soon enough, the people forgot about Old Wil and even the stories about him were no longer told. When a war arose many years later, the people sought Wilgrove again – not to protect it, but to harvest it. Trees were chopped down by the thousands, building siege engines and barricades, some turned into thick oaken shields, while their crooked branches were burned to fuel the ravenous forges. And with each fallen tree, Old Wil lost a memory. He became uneasy when he forgot the first tree he had planted. He grew restless when he lost his first meeting with a human. He started knowing anger when he ventured away from his pond and left the forest after a mere two thousand steps instead of the ten thousand it had taken him before. And as he saw unfamiliar people hacking away at the edge of the woods, Old Wil finally learned hate. Part 2: The Ancient Fury When he regained a clear mind, he realized he had killed every last worker in a storm of mighty fists and seething fury. Even so, although he had stopped the men, he had torn down many a tree in his blind rampage and could not even recall his name. As he saw smoke rising at the edge of his view, he began a hunt that would be forever remembered in the songs of bards as „The Forests' Vengeance“. The song leaves out any reference to the name given to the phenomenon of the furious Tree Shepherd at the time: Yiggral, a word meaning “Lost One” in the tongue of the forest-minders. Scholars had theorized that one of the forest-minders always would have to serve as a warning figure. Indeed they might have been correct, if not for the fact that Yiggral had been a creation entirely of his own selfish desire to be more than he was, foregoing his plant-like absentmindedness and filling the omnipresence over his forest with memories he clung to. Memories he could lose. For what does the forest care for a single tree, if there are many more? And why would a forest-minder not realize the extent of what was happening to his woods? In truth, Yiggral had been exiled by the other forest-minders millennia ago for refusing to change his ways, becoming forgetful and lazy. He chose emotional extremes unbecoming of an eternal shepherd and let his forest govern itself, caring little for what he truly had brought forth. Any other forest-minder would have known from the first strike of the axe what was happening to one of his children, but not so Yiggral the Vengeful. At the height of the greatest of battles, Yiggral was felled. A platoon of pyromancers from the temple of Ambus had pledged their arts to the warlord holding control over Riftspan Bridge, a mile-long crossing that connected Riftheight Peninsula to the mainland and had been built from thousands of trees. Yiggral, of course, was drawn to the bridge, furious for every fallen tree he could sense. As the battle raged, the pyromancers enacted their plan to burn up the bridge and Yiggral with it. For this, they had prepared sulfurous traps and ritual circles of black oil. What the pyromancers did not count on, however, was Yiggral's burning hatred driving him to cross the bridge in a final effort and tearing every last one of them to shreds. With the last of his hate spent, Yiggral finally fell into the icy waters and was carried out to sea. Part 3: The new Yiggral With Madam Wilumbra's arrival to Wilgrove, Yiggral was returned. Wilumbra found Wilgrove's oldest surviving trees and sought to recreate the Forests' Vengeance. When her initial attempts only yielded an unmoving wooden colossus, she pondered on the missing ingredient. Days and nights she worked to create an artificial soul or a new form of forest-minder, but none yielded results until she came upon a walking stick of driftwood that a wanderer had left in her forest. She could sense some remnants of identity in them. Flashes of searing pain and unbridled anger reached her mind as she twirled the stick in her many hands. Though the emotion was strong, it did not contain enough power to revive the old Yiggral. Thus, Wilumbra began a long and arduous quest to acquire enough driftwood to create one of her masks. It took months for her agents to acquire enough driftwood this far inland, half a continent away from where Yiggral had fallen, but eventually, she could scrape together enough pieces carrying enough emotion that, with a few touches of her druidic power and a few well-placed runes, a massive creature, reminiscent of a twisted nightmare of Old Wil, and even worse than Old Yiggral, rose from the forest floor. For while Old Wil was flighty and inconsistent, and Old Yiggral was fury incarnate, this new Yiggral held a loathing for all things human, but also a devious, spiteful streak, delighting in petty cruelties and small malices even against his own kind.   Details This model comes with an unsupported and presupported version. This product contains the following parts: 105x70 mm Base Body Leg_L Leg_R Right Arm Images DnD 5E Datasheet Get a 40% discount on this model by joining my Patreon! You can also order physical copies at my shop on my Only-games!