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The Anjani were the first. Even before the court of the Fae set up their sprawling time-removed kingdom within the forest, the Anjani were mature. Legend holds they were the spirits of the trees and earth, given form and sentience. Others say that they were simply trees so ancient they'd acquired a more.. active life.
Whatever the case, they were a quiet, long-lived people, rivaling the gods for age, if not breadth of power. Anjani were found in most any climate imaginable, their forms slightly altered by the conditions they lived in, the environment around them.
Wherever they stayed, the forest, plants and animals flourished, life teeming in their wake. Civi, one of the first of the Anjani, made her home amongst the forest amidst the center of Sanolth, a range of mountains, plains, and valleys that was rich and bountiful even before she arrived to wander it's verdant reaches.
While some of her kind sought companionship and family, living in small clans, she preferred the solitary life, with only the ancient trees and the land around her for companionship.
After more than a thousand years, the forest had grown old and hale, rich with life, both plant and animal. Other creatures, humans and their ilk, even began to discover the wealth of Civi's forest, and enter it to gather wood and meat. The plant-spirit, in her abundance, didn't begrudge them these things.
What Civi failed to foresee was the almost exponential growth that her forest's abundance granted to the humans. Or the rapid magical and technological development that followed their population boom.
Within a mere century of their arrival on the fringes of her domain, a thriving nation had grown. A center of magical learning, of commerce and trade. And an unabashed slaughterer of beloved trees, damaging the beautiful land, and the animals and plants that occupied it. And, in turn, the endless, bountiful growth had attracted other Anjani to her forest, where there was enough room to wander for miles and see not another thinking creature.
Though she had been tolerant, in the space of a century, the humans had consumed trees, friends, that were older than their homeland was. And Civi refused to abide it any longer. So, summoning her fellow Anjani, rousing them to anger, she fell upon the city in destructive force, shattering farmland and homesteads, and ripping down the walls of their capital in a rage. Things seemed grim for the humans, until their mages worked a massive spell, a desperate assault on Civi and her fellow spirits source of power, their home.
Within minutes things began to change. Plants began to rot away, eaten by a terrible contagion. Panic set in, and by nightfall, the Anjani had fled the field, returning to the forest to save it, and themselves. By the dawn of the next day, the fabric of the forest itself had been altered by the powerful magic worked by the humans.
In the place of the temperate forest, lush and green, that had straddled the land for ages, a swamp began to spread. Rot, death and a cloying wetness seeped from the heart of Civi's forest outward, and she was the first, and most keenly affected by it. Her very nature began to change, though her anger refused to dim in the face of these alterations.
Still, the war faded, as the weaker spirits of the trees and plants found themselves just as changed as she by the spell's altering influence, although they lacked the ability to hold onto their thoughts, their beliefs. Other strange spirits began to appear, as species far more comfortable with the new environment moved in.
Civi's rage simmered, like a dormant volcano, hot, but contained.
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