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Faction The Roots of Evil - [The Dark Court]




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The Roots of Evil

Nathema breathes again.

What was once a void, a silence deeper than death, has awakened into something far stranger. The forests grow too quickly here. The roots twist as if they remember pain, the branches hum as if they remember voices. Nathema was stripped bare once—emptied by a ritual so cruel it silenced the Force itself—and yet the soil has not forgotten. It has begun to speak again, though none can agree on what it says.

The
Dark Court has turned its gaze to these reborn wilds. Whispers spread of growths that do not behave as plants should—trees that bleed when struck, vines that constrict like muscles, flowers whose scents stir memory of lives never lived. Some call it a natural resurgence, the planet reclaiming itself after centuries of stillness. Others claim that something older lies beneath, bleeding into the roots of the world.

It is here that opportunity blooms. For those who dare, Nathema offers riddles and dangers both. Perhaps its growths may be harvested, reshaped into tools or weapons. Perhaps its whispers will lead to buried truths. Or perhaps it is simply hunger given form, drawing the curious and the bold into its depths to be consumed.

The
Court does not forbid others from walking these paths. There are places where rivals, allies, and wanderers alike may cross, each seeking something different in the heart of Nathema. The planet is alive again, and it remembers.

Those who would claim its secrets however, must tread carefully.


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Objective One: The Living Jungle

The forests of Nathema are not passive. They do not merely grow; they act. The trees that sprang up are fed by something stranger than sunlight, and every branch and vine seems to bear intention. The paths close behind you, the roots test your footing, and the air itself thickens with spores that creep into thought. To walk here is to feel watched. To fight here is to bleed into soil that drinks eagerly.

The Dark Court calls for those willing to carve a way forward. Bands of voreclaws patrol these woods, their hides thickened by whatever energy has seeped into the roots. Other predators—twisted beasts, half-starved and half-transformed—emerge from the undergrowth. Not all threats bear fangs; some blossoms release clouds that drag memories into waking life, breaking focus in battle.

To complete this path is to endure. Hack through the jungle's defenses, burn away the choking growth, and carve a trail deeper into Nathema's hidden heart.
The Court seeks trophies from these abominations—fangs, flowers, fragments of living roots—proof that the wilds can be tamed, and that those who dared walk among them returned with more than scars.


The Lost The Lost Lysander von Ascania Lysander von Ascania Delsin Shaw Delsin Shaw Iskera Valest Iskera Valest Luvaen Malstadt Luvaen Malstadt


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Objective Two: The Whispering Roots

Beneath the strangling canopy lies a cavern where the roots converge like veins around a heart. There, in the blackness, pulses a crystalline shard. It glows faintly, yet its presence is heavy—an echo of power long thought destroyed. To touch it is to hear whispers in the mind, each promising strength, each demanding loyalty. Some call it remnant, some curse, some prize worth killing for.


The Dark Court has declared no single fate for the shard. Each who enters the cavern may claim their right: to bind it, to destroy it, or to wield it for themselves. None will stand unchallenged. Already, rivals stake their claim, blades are drawn, and the very roots twist tighter around the chamber, feeding on the violence to come.

To complete this path is to contest. Test yourself against those who covet the same prize—through words sharpened to daggers, through rituals that scar the air, or through steel and fire in earnest duel. Only one outcome matters: who leaves the cavern with the shard's secret, and who is left feeding its roots.

Nathema will not decide.
The Court will not intervene. The victor writes the ending—on stone, in blood.


(OOC NOTE: This engagement will go for 10 days, after which the victor will be decided behind the scenes by yours truly, with a second and third place also receiving a reward, fight, scheme or steal your way to victory!)

Kito Kito Kyber Kyber Darth Morta Darth Morta Rin Aikawa Rin Aikawa Rakaan Horne Rakaan Horne Drystan Creed Drystan Creed Valaine Valentine Valaine Valentine


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