Mucor Plains
The Mucor Plains stretch like a living graveyard beneath the surface of the Undergrowth, a pale expanse where death feeds life in an endless cycle. The ghostly caps of the Pale Mucor rise in clusters from the soft, loamy earth, their soft glow illuminating the shadowed depths. Tendrils of mycelium creep outward in intricate, vein-like patterns, their faint bioluminescence creating an eerie, pulsating network of light. The air is heavy with spores, glittering like flecks of starlight, and a strange quiet blankets the plains, broken only by the distant rustle of unseen creatures.
It is said that the Pale Mucor's spores calm the Death Seed—a Cathedral Seed of a long dead title, the last of the guardian treants who was not allowed to move on. This seed now kills all life around it, waiting to be planted to either ill effect on the fores, to give rise to the new Whitherer of the the Weald or to be cleansed and create a world tree.
Warriors and creatures touched by death are drawn the Mucor Plains, their rage dulled, their pain quieted as the spores bind to their essence and whisper promises of rest. Yet the peace of the Mucor Plains is deceptive, for those who linger too long risk becoming part of the fungal web, their life force slowly consumed by the Pale Mucor's vast, ancient hunger.
Legends speak of travelers who wandered the Plains only to emerge days later, their memories shrouded in mist and their bodies marked by ghostly white streaks on their skin. Those brave enough to tread the Mucor Plains do so at their peril, for beneath its calming glow lies an insidious power that waits to claim the unwary. To the Alabaster Empress, the Mucor Plains are a sacred domain, a natural barrier against the chaos of the over world , and she watches over with cold, unrelenting eyes.
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