The Mysted Mæyre (MISS-tehd MEE-r)
The Mysted Mæyre, originally called the Forest of Mæyre and sometimes called Mæyre’s Ocean or the Continental Ocean, is an expansive forest that covers the central region of Cræy the largest of three central, interconnected, continents, known as the Triad. The remaining eight continents are scattered around the globe, a few of which are in proximity to the Triad.
The Mæyre has existed for several thousand years. It started as a large, natural grove encircling a fairly large clearing. When Urixe Mæyre settled in the clearing after The Deathless War , he decided that he didn’t want to subject his family, blood and found, to the devastating toll necromantic magic could wreak. And while he was fully aware that all magic had a place and purpose, if used correctly, he no longer trusted the other nations to use it responsibly.
Mæyre retired to the grove and clearing, constructing a house nestled in the grove as well as a small plantation and ranch. He then used elemental magic, his specialty, to reinforce the grove, tripling the size of the trees and causing their roots and branches to create overlapping and interwoven creating trees that would be a barrier to the rest of the world. He, then, also created the deep cavernous tunnels, which would provide easier access to the different clearings instead of over the roots that overran and intertwined over footpaths and roads.
Over the next century, aided by elemental magic, Mæyre expanded the forest, creating pocket clearings to be settled as the main settlement filled. The forest, lush with elemental magic, was soon overflowing with power. Some of that power was used to continue to grow and expand the forest, which took on land with swiftness. For another century, the forest grew on its own, without the aid or direction from anyone. The intense magic wrapped its way around the flora and fauna of the area within the trees. The forest grew to surround a continental mountain range, with the tallest peaks reaching above the tops of the trees. The edges of the forest grew denser, thicker, and more like a very protective fence.
Five centuries after it was started, the forest was as expansive as an ocean within the center of the continent. It was teeming with plants and animals. Since it was created by magic, there was some magic that still oozed from the leaves, causing their lush green to let off some of the water they had collected. It caused the air to become thicker, heavier, denser. It created a myst that draped over the branches and tops of all the trees, some of which had grown to thirty metres or more, and it clung there. It never lifted, it was never blown away. It rained and drizzled, kept a hazy layer of mist and fog that never evaporated. The myst, a sea of watered air, wrapped its way around the mountain range, making the peaks invisible unless you were above the layer of clouds and water. The magic wrapped its way in and around the flora and fauna, adapting them to the myst, strengthening them, changing them, and not just in size, but also in ecologically. Interconnected parts that were dependent and symbiotic to each other made stronger bonds, the magic fusing their purposes and potential, and expanding their scope.
Eventually the strength of the elemental magic waned, though it never completely faded away, but not before it had altered the face of the world. It was a forest, the size of an ocean, covered in perpetual myst that split the land in twain and noone could enter without nearly drowning. It was a place of challenges and dares, for in the several thousands of years since its creation, no one was ever seen leaving the forest and none who managed to enter were known to have survived long enough to return. From thence, it was used as a precautionary tale and a punishment. Eventually its was told into a story that was muddled and altered into something only vaguely approximating a similarity to its origin. People avoided out of habit and superstition.
The, one day, someone left it…
The Mæyre has existed for several thousand years. It started as a large, natural grove encircling a fairly large clearing. When Urixe Mæyre settled in the clearing after The Deathless War , he decided that he didn’t want to subject his family, blood and found, to the devastating toll necromantic magic could wreak. And while he was fully aware that all magic had a place and purpose, if used correctly, he no longer trusted the other nations to use it responsibly.
Mæyre retired to the grove and clearing, constructing a house nestled in the grove as well as a small plantation and ranch. He then used elemental magic, his specialty, to reinforce the grove, tripling the size of the trees and causing their roots and branches to create overlapping and interwoven creating trees that would be a barrier to the rest of the world. He, then, also created the deep cavernous tunnels, which would provide easier access to the different clearings instead of over the roots that overran and intertwined over footpaths and roads.
Over the next century, aided by elemental magic, Mæyre expanded the forest, creating pocket clearings to be settled as the main settlement filled. The forest, lush with elemental magic, was soon overflowing with power. Some of that power was used to continue to grow and expand the forest, which took on land with swiftness. For another century, the forest grew on its own, without the aid or direction from anyone. The intense magic wrapped its way around the flora and fauna of the area within the trees. The forest grew to surround a continental mountain range, with the tallest peaks reaching above the tops of the trees. The edges of the forest grew denser, thicker, and more like a very protective fence.
Five centuries after it was started, the forest was as expansive as an ocean within the center of the continent. It was teeming with plants and animals. Since it was created by magic, there was some magic that still oozed from the leaves, causing their lush green to let off some of the water they had collected. It caused the air to become thicker, heavier, denser. It created a myst that draped over the branches and tops of all the trees, some of which had grown to thirty metres or more, and it clung there. It never lifted, it was never blown away. It rained and drizzled, kept a hazy layer of mist and fog that never evaporated. The myst, a sea of watered air, wrapped its way around the mountain range, making the peaks invisible unless you were above the layer of clouds and water. The magic wrapped its way in and around the flora and fauna, adapting them to the myst, strengthening them, changing them, and not just in size, but also in ecologically. Interconnected parts that were dependent and symbiotic to each other made stronger bonds, the magic fusing their purposes and potential, and expanding their scope.
Eventually the strength of the elemental magic waned, though it never completely faded away, but not before it had altered the face of the world. It was a forest, the size of an ocean, covered in perpetual myst that split the land in twain and noone could enter without nearly drowning. It was a place of challenges and dares, for in the several thousands of years since its creation, no one was ever seen leaving the forest and none who managed to enter were known to have survived long enough to return. From thence, it was used as a precautionary tale and a punishment. Eventually its was told into a story that was muddled and altered into something only vaguely approximating a similarity to its origin. People avoided out of habit and superstition.
The, one day, someone left it…
Alternative Name(s)
The Mysted Mere, Forest of Mæyre, Mysts of Mæyre, Mæyre's Ocean, the Continental Ocean, The Silent Sea, The Endless Fog
Type
Expanse
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