These are the ones who spring into life and settle into rot, repetitiously illuminated and extinguished by the energy of the rising stars. The dragon kind of both voluptuous inception and decomposing feast. They are both the frivolous and the plentiful, the seeping, the pertruding, and the contaminous and the decaying. They are the circular motion of the dynamics of energies, and their motion will encompass all who venture within their realm.
From the days of old Arcania, the forrests have nourished the spiritual and the free, the uncontrolled, the worshippers of natural existence, of circular motion, and of the divinity of the breathing ore. The elves are multiple in these habitats, as are the elfs, spirits, gnomes, brownies, fairies and the centaurs. Also the fanged creatures, the webbers, the wyrms, the nightshades, the ooze, the spore mongers, the swamp dwellers and the lantern bearers. A plethora of both the joyous, the loving, and the derranged, the abhorrent.