Made by unknown craftsmen, the few Timbergrown that wander Haven search the world with growing desperation to understand their origin. Due to their totemic and often horrific design, the Timbergrown find no solace in the company of the other races and are more often feared than accepted. Many of them wander Haven but they few who do not congregate do so in the Gorgewald Forest.
Timbergrown cannot remember their former lives and are haunted by that looming absence yet comforted by the instincts left behind. Their quest for past and identity is attributed to much of their wanderlust, their harrowing stories giving birth to entirely new people.
Timbergrown first emerged from the Gorgewald Forest, believed at first to be a spirit of nature, not a Blackstone Vestiges. It was not until one was, unfortunately, killed that they discovered the infantile creature was a Formedfolk designed to serve as a refuge for the soul and not, in fact, a monster. They are a blending of man, nature and machine entirely unseen in the other races of Solith. No one, not even the druids of Wyldkeep, could discern their creation or true purpose; They only knew some men went into the forest and walked out as a Timbergrown, a newborn life in a body of living wood. Each one devoid of memory and experience, like a slate, wiped clean but forever marred by what was once written.
Over the next decade, only a handful more would emerge from the deepest recesses of the forest, and as few as a dozen exist today. Their stories became tales of hardship and perilous journies as they wandered from place to place in fruitless search of the missing pieces of themselves. Some joined the society of others, bringing the wisdom of the ancient wood to the cities of mortal man. While others secluded themselves deeper into the wild places of Solith, becoming one with the woods and the land.
Expanded Perceptions & Lost Identity
Unlike other Blackstone Vestiges, Timbergrown perception is not rooted in the shell that houses their soul. A Timbergrown experiences the world as if they were the very land around them; they see through wind rushing past them, the grass softening their step, the stones beneath their feet, and the creeping roots extending their reach below. This expansion of self only adds to the loss of their sense of identity and so they wander the land seeking identity and purpose.
10 years longer than their origin species.
5 to 6 feet tall.
300 to 600 pounds.
Timbergrown, like most Vestiges, have two names. Their first name is their true name and the name of the soul that gave birth to their shell. This name haunts them like a dream, a foreign thing yet still so familiar.