Tilda, Vox Terra

The gods have their heralds, nations have ambassadors, even people have advocates. The land is not alone, it is not voiceless. The land has Tilda.
Older than the written history of the nations of today, Tilda has lived among nature. Watching it evolve and change. She has bore witness to countless generations and family trees, across hundreds of species, grow up and wilt away with time. The stories the gentle wrinkles in her hands and smile could tell would take one a lifetime to sit through.
Tilda has donned the mantle of many titles. Depending on who one talks to she may be referred to as names such as: Daughter of Nature, Champion of the Wilds, Mother. A gentle soul by nature, Tilda is no stranger to conflict. To her enemies, albeit few, she is a terror. The Plague, Queen Bee of the Swarm, or Nightshade.
Tilda has a strange effect on people. It is rumored that one's soul is what sees her, not the eyes. To some she is the embodiment of beauty, to others a maternal force. To those of a stained soul, she is the reaper, a deadly cloud of spores and thorns who will make your skin fester and boil. For life is not always kind. The most beautiful creatures are often some of the deadliest. The sweeping blight is nothing but an unstoppable wave of new life, more powerful than your own.

Nothing matters more to Tilda than Nature and the welfare of the land. She has messengers, acolytes, followers, and zealots, all helping her cause. She even has some vigilantes operating 'in her honor' whether she condones their methods or not. Some are righteous, some smear her reputation, but all feel they are doing what is right for the land.
Should one ever find themselves in her presence, it is almost always not coincidence.  Pray that her intentions are noble and not vengeful, or a new life may spawn from a fresh grave.