Liet-Nom

"In winters darkest hour, when deciduous trees stand bare and lifeless, her children remain forever green, eternal sentinels against the encroaching void."

Ancient Zerthian Prayer

Among the first hundred Eeirendel chosen by Te Vevutur, Liet-Nom emerged as guardian of the eternal forests, those mighty stands of pine and fir that defied winter's touch. Where other gods claimed dominion over changing seasons and cycling growth, she embodied persistence and unwavering vitality, her evergreen domains standing as monuments to life's resilience.

"She walked among the towering pines, her steps leaving trails of emerald needles. Where other trees bowed to winter's command, hers stood proud and defiant, their green a promise that life endures."

Chronicles of the First Forest

Her partnership with Nolavor shaped the earliest forests of Zerthia. While his deciduous groves embraced change and renewal, her evergreen stands provided stability and constancy. Together they created the first mixed forests, where both forms of life could flourish in perfect harmony. Their collaboration laid the foundation for all of Zerthia's woodland realms.

"To love an evergreen is to love eternity itself. Each needle that falls is replaced, each branch that breaks regenerates. In her forests, death was merely an illusion, a brief pause in an endless cycle."

Writings of Ere Lethia

The birth of her daughter Boria marked both triumph and tragedy for Liet-Nom. Though she cherished her child deeply, some whispered that divine offspring carried seeds of chaos within them, a prophecy that would prove devastatingly accurate. She raised Boria among the sacred pines, teaching her the mysteries of eternal growth and the responsibility of divine stewardship.

"Mother of the eternal green, Guardian of the needled crown, Your children's betrayal unforeseen, Would bring all your teachings down."

Lament of the Fallen Pine

As the First Black Fire War erupted across the realms, Liet-Nom's evergreen forests became sanctuaries of hope. Their constant green denied the corruption's touch longer than other domains, their ancient magics providing shelter to refugees from across Zerthia. She believed her daughter and Gartrin would stand with her against the darkness - a fatal misjudgment.

"The corruption spreads through root and branch, but our lady's evergreens resist its touch. In their unchanging nature lies our salvation."

Last entry in a Reclaimer's journal, found in a burned grove

The betrayal struck at the heart of her power. Boria, twisted by Malovatar's influence and her own ambition, turned her intimate knowledge of her mother's domain against her. Sacred groves became death traps, blessing circles transformed into snares, and the very strength of the evergreens - their resistance to change - became a weakness when that resistance finally broke.
During the catastrophic collapse of the Matrix of Earth, Liet-Nom joined with other forest deities in Southern Lietnom, participating in one final ritual to cleanse the corruption from their realms. None suspected their own children led Malovatar's forces toward the sacred circle, or that their efforts to heal would amplify the devastating energies about to be unleashed.

"When the Matrix shattered, her final scream echoed through every pine needle in creation. The very concept of 'evergreen' seemed to shatter with her, leaving only twisted mockeries behind."

Accounts of the Sundering

Her death transformed the fundamental nature of her domain. The evergreen forests, once symbols of eternal life and resistance to change, became breeding grounds for corruption. Their very permanence trapped and magnified the Black Fire's taint, creating zones where mutation and decay took on horrifically static forms.

"In the deepest reaches of corrupted evergreen stands, time loses meaning. Nothing truly dies, but nothing truly lives either. It is an eternity of half-death, a mockery of everything our lady represented."

Mistwatch Ranger's Report

The Evergreen Shrine, site of her final dissolution, stands as both memorial and warning. Here, pines grow in impossible shapes, their needles crystallized into eternal formations that chime discordant songs in the wind. Those who linger too long begin to experience time differently, caught in loops of memory that echo Liet-Nom's final moments.

"The needles draw blood now, but still they never fall. Even corrupted, her power enforces unchanging patterns. We are trapped in her death dream, endlessly repeating."

Madness-scroll found in the Evergreen Shrine

Reports persist of manifested echoes - fragments of Liet-Nom's fractured divinity that roam the corrupted evergreen forests. These phantoms move with terrible purpose through the twisted groves, tending to corrupted trees in grotesque parodies of their original function. Whether these represent genuine remnants of consciousness or merely emanations of trapped divine energy remains unknown.

"Our Lady of the Eternal Green, Whose love knew neither pause nor rest, Now walks corrupted and unseen, Through groves her power once blessed."

Reclaimer's Dirge

The Reclaimers study these manifestations extensively, hoping to understand the true nature of divine death and corruption. Their records speak of trees that bleed when cut, of needles that whisper ancient secrets, and of small areas where time flows backwards, showing glimpses of the forest as it existed before the fall.
Modern scholars debate whether Liet-Nom's essence was truly destroyed or merely transformed by the Matrix collapse. The corrupted evergreens continue to resist normal death and decay, but now they also resist life and renewal. They exist in a state of perpetual half-life, neither growing nor dying, trapped in patterns of eternal corruption.

"She taught us that some things must never change. In her death, she proved her point with horrifying finality. Her corrupted groves remain as she left them, eternal monuments to power turned against itself."

Anonymous Reclaimer Scholar

The legend of Liet-Nom serves as a cornerstone of Reclaimer philosophy, teaching that preservation without adaptation leads to stagnation, and stagnation inevitably draws corruption. Yet they also honor her original purpose, recognizing that some principles must remain constant even as the world changes around them.

"In the whispers of cursed pine needles, In the shadow of twisted evergreen, We hear her endless sorrow, For what was and what might have been."

Final verses, The Evergreen Eulogy

Her legacy endures in every corrupted grove where pines grow in impossible geometries, in every twisted ecosystem that refuses to either live or die properly. She stands as proof that even the most stable and eternal forces can fall to corruption, and that the mightiest are often destroyed not by external enemies, but by those they loved and trusted most.

"The true horror lies not in her death, but in her continued existence. For in every corrupted evergreen, a fragment of her consciousness remains, aware of what her domain has become but powerless to change it."

Recovered fragment, Boria's Confession