Library :: The Druid Scrolls of the Dead
Forest of Nez
By an unknown author
so it came to pass, during the years of Gris', the last remaining God of Nez,
'Great Contemplation' there was born a Wild Elf child of great power. The child
would be given the name Mathius, which shall remain a name of infamy for many
years to come.
Mathius' parents were poor farmers who lived just outside the village of
Wylenshire. Their farm, like many of the farms throughout the realm of Nez, was
squalid and the soil lay dying after the War of the Gods. Yet, aside from each
other, it was all that the couple had.
When Mathius' mother became pregnant with him, she became quite sickly. Now
whether her illness was due to the poor living conditions she and her husband
lived in, or perhaps some dark omen of what was to come, shall forever remain a
But know ye this that immediately after Mathius was born his mother did die.
Some would say that her life was sacrificed for his, while others will say it
was nothing more than the tragedy of Mother Nature; but as this tale unfolds you
may question whether or not it was Mathius himself who had killed his own mother
as he clawed his way to freedom from her diseased womb. It was a time of tears
for Mathius' father, both tears of joy at the birth of his son, and those of
grief for the loss of his beloved wife.
The years rolled on as Mathius grew from infancy to childhood. And as the time
passed the sadness of losing his wife grew within Mathius' father. Eventually
his depression caused the farmer to move towards the dark, overpowering
abilities of the bottle. Night after night Mathius' father would drink enough
eldberry wine to drown a pikefish. And with his drunken sadness would come rage
and anger, which many a time seemed to be directed at Mathius. For the farmer
blamed the child for the death of his mother.
I know what some of you may be thinking, you're thinking that the farmer abused
Mathius, whether it be verbally or physically, but you are quite wrong. Never
for one moment did the farmer raise a hand against Mathius, or call him names,
but rather his hatred for his son remained unspoken, and unacted upon.
The farmer wasn't cold nor cruel towards Mathius. He gave the young elf whatever
the child wanted, within reason of course. He never even once stared at the
young elf without the look of fatherly affection upon his face. Even though he
had a bitterness deep inside of himself towards Mathius, the farmer never let it
In all essence he was the best father a child could have. He provided for
Mathius, taught him how to farm, how to fish, and played games with the young
elf all the time. The farmer was there to clean up the skinned knees Mathius
would get when he'd fall down. He held the young elf whenever he was sad. And he
was always there whenever Mathius had any troubles that he needed to discuss.
When Mathius reached his14th year, the farmer went off to the Drow Elf city of
Madre Nuit for a new briarbull to pull the plow, leaving the young elf in charge
of the farm. The farmer never returned from his trip, leaving Mathius with a
domineering feeling of abandonment. He was now all alone in the world, no family
to speak of, essentially an orphan. He had nothing left except for the dying
Mathius grew older as he tended to the farm. Raising what few crops could
survive in the harsh soil. The feelings of being deserted, as he saw it, by both
of his parents, weighed heavily upon Mathius. He began to feel unwanted by
society as a whole. He became withdrawn, a hermit, rarely venturing into
Wylenshire except to sell his small harvest and to pick up what little supplies
he would need.
It was on one of these trips that he met her. An exquisite young Wild Elf named
Jasmine. She was there in the town square buying vegetables for herself and her
grandmother. Her dress nothing more than a patchwork covering the many tears
that had developed over the years. Her face dirty, and her legs caked in mud.
And yet even with her ragged appearance this did not diminish the fact that she
had to be one of the most beautiful elves to have ever lived.
Mathius' heart leapt the first time he saw her, just as Jasmine's had for him.
Very few beings in all of the known dimensions experience 'Love at First Sight',
but these two elves were blessed with that phenomenon.
And it was the truest of loves, for the both of them were so similar, as if they
were made for one another. Jasmine was poor just as Mathius was, and she had
lost both of her parents to the Orc Wars; she was now being raised by her
maternal grandmother. They both enjoyed the solitude of being alone, doing
nothing but feeling the wind in their hair, and listening to the birds' song, as
they breathed in the summer breezes deeply.
They began to spend every waking moment they could spare with each other.
Jasmine would sneak out at night to see Mathius, just as he would go into town
during the day to be with his beloved. They would dance, they would sing, they
would kiss, and hold each other close. There's was a love that was purer than
anyone could ever hope to experience. But however glorious this event was for
the two of them, it would also be their undoing.
For Jasmine's grandmother disliked the young Mathius. She just sensed something
about him, she wasn't sure what, that she did not like for one moment. This
intuition she had about him, coupled with the fact that he was poor and could
not provide, as she believed, a good life for her granddaughter, caused the
aging elf to order Jasmine not to see Mathius ever again.
Of course, Jasmine refused to follow her grandmother's edict and continued to
see her true love. This only infuriated the aging elf even more. Whenever her
granddaughter was missing, she would call for the Elven Guard to retrieve her
from Mathius' arms. She even went so far as attempting to have Mathius
incarcerated for kidnaping Jasmine. And when this plot failed to keep the
beautiful young elf away from him, Jasmine's grandmother decided to arrange a
marriage for her.
As was stated above, Jasmine was quite a beauty, and she had many admirers.
Amongst these admirers was a noble lord who had high hopes to secure her as a
bride for his son. The noble elf offered a considerable dowry for Jasmine, and
when her grandmother had agreed to his proposal, he quickly arranged for the
ceremony to occur the following month.
Upon hearing that his beloved was now betrothed to another elf, Mathius
immediately ran to see Jasmine. He then proceeded to plead with her, begging her
to run away, far away, with him. But Jasmine sadly refused. She could not leave
her grandmother, even though she despised the aging elf for all of her meddling.
Could not walk out on the last remaining relative she had left.
And so, two weeks before Mathius' 21st birthday, Jasmine married the son of the
elven lord. Mathius' heart was crushed. He cried himself to sleep for many a
night after the wedding. His depression was enough to make even the most
diabolic of beings weep. But in turn his sadness turned into a deep hatred.
Hatred for the elf that had taken his love from him. Hatred for the grandmother
that had stolen away his life with his beloved. And hatred for Jasmine's
betrayal, as he saw it, by denying his request for flight.
Mathius tried going back to the tedious life of the farm. Tried losing himself
in his work, and forgetting the sorrow he felt. But the pain in his heart was
too much to bear. So he packed up his belongings and left the farm and
Wylenshire far behind.
He traveled Eastward, following the rising of the sun. He journeyed past the
castle of the Wolf Riding Moon Elves. Past the southern base of Mount Paradis.
Along the Sea of Dread. Deep into the dusty sands of the Desert of Flesh. Till
finally he entered the Mystic Forest.
Mathius rather enjoyed it there in the forest. The serene beauty of the groves,
the majestic height of the tall redwoods, and the clarity of the forest's many
refreshing ponds called out to him. It had a feeling of tranquility, peace, and
solitude. It was a place where he hoped he could remain with his painful
loneliness forever, never to be bothered by anyone or anything. Unfortunately
for us all, his prayer went unanswered.
Even with its ravishing beauty and majesty, the Mystic Forest is quite a
dangerous place, which Mathius soon found out. One afternoon, while he was
briskly hiking through the forest, Mathius was attacked by a very large
owl-bear. The beast slashed at him with its powerful talons, tearing his soft
flesh, and mortally wounding him. The owl-bear surely would have killed Mathius
if we, the Druids of the Mystic Forest, had not intervened.
We used our powers over nature to come to the aid of the dying elf and scared
the owl-bear away. The sight of the beaten and broken Mathius was quite
saddening, just as sorrowful as the feeling of eternal sadness we sensed deep
within his soul. We brought him back to our home, in the heart of the forest,
and slowly nursed him back to health.
It took us many months to rejuvenate Mathius. Yet, even with all of our powers
combined, we still lacked the ability to completely remove the wounds from his
battered body. It became apparent that even though Mathius survived his battle
with the owl-bear, his entire body would be forever scarred from it, as much as
his heart was scarred by the loss of his beloved Jasmine.
Over the time of his healing, Mathius grew quite interested in our ways,
especially our abilities over the forces of Mother Nature. His curiosity grew
into an obsession, and he begged for us to give him the honor of teaching him
our ways. After conferring about the matter for several days we decided to make
him our pupil. We of course sensed the inner hatred that tore at his soul, but
we had hoped that our educating him would eventually rid him of this disease.
And so the years passed, as Mathius learned the potencies of nature. He had a
great power within him. An excellent ability of learning magiks within mere
months that took our greatest sages years to master. His powers over the
elements flourished and grew. However, so did the blackness that was consuming
No matter how hard we tried, we could not get Mathius to truly embrace our
teachings and become one with nature. To forget his past and forgive Jasmine,
not to mention his parents, for leaving him. To give up the hatred and anger
that would one day annihilate the very fabric of his being.
For you see, during this time, unbeknownst to us, Mathius was secretly learning
the darker side of our powers. The archaic knowledge of things that we had long
forgotten. The chaos of oblivion. The darkness of dissension. The powers of
death and destruction. Only after his knowledge of these dark lessons, which we
had long since forbidden ourselves, was complete, did we finally learn about his
dabblings in the arcane.
Mathius used these darker magiks to enact his revenge upon the owl-bear that had
scarred him for life. The poor beast was burned, frozen, drowned, electrocuted,
and torn asunder all at the same time. Our regret that we had not only failed to
protect the owl-bear from Mathius' wrath, but also to save the powerful Wild Elf
from himself, consumed us all.
And so we held another counsel about Mathius' fate. We knew that his obsession
for the powers of nature, fueled by his hatred for those that had betrayed him,
would continue to grow, just like the malignant tumor that was infecting his
We spent several days and nights discussing what should be done, until we were
left with only two options. One would be to bind Mathius magically, much like
the way Gris had been imprisoned by Noirceur, the Goddess of Darkness, all those
years ago. The other would be to kill him, thus ending the possibility that he
could harm anyone, and anything again. The decision was a difficult one, so it
was decided that we should convene for one night, in hopes that some divine
enlightenment would come to us through the power of the full moon. But as we
meditated, Mathius' began to hatch a plot that would lead to the finalization of
his wrath upon the world.
Mathius called upon the darkest of his powers, the blackest part of his soul,
and brought forth the most terrible forces of nature. He summoned the Demon
Elementals, the dark cousins of Mother Earth, Father Fire, Brother Wind, and
Sister Water. The deadly conjuring of these horrible beasts was so powerful that
it caused everything within the Mystic Forest to wither and die. Every bird,
every beast, every leaf, and every drop of water was instantly decimated.
Eventually, because of the utter lack of life within it, the forest would be
renamed the Dead Forest of Nez, a place where no being who respected his or her
own life would ever want to set foot in again.
As we awoke the next morning, we found Mathius, a devilish grin upon his face,
flanked by the Demon Elementals. Magic runes, forming an ancient word of power,
glowed red just below his right eye, binding the demons to him for all eternity.
And with his demon horde he was able to enslave us, for Mathius knew that we did
not have enough power to overtake both him and the vile beasts. He then
proceeded to use all of our powers for his own personal vengeance.
We were forced to march Westward, back to Mathius' homeland. And as we marched
Mathius' Demon Elementals left a trail of death and desolation behind us, while
they fed upon all living things that were filled with nature's purity. They
picked their teeth with the bones of those they massacred, as we continued ever
onward on our trek. All the while, Mathius' plotted his revenge upon those he
had felt wronged him.
After several months of slaughter and devastation, we reached the outskirts of
Wylenshire. Mathius was delighted with the fact that soon his vindication would
finally be at hand. However, his pleasure was premature, for we could find no
sign of Jasmine, her husband, or her wicked grandmother.
Mathius forced us to use our magiks to ravage the village, so that the poor
elves who lived there would reveal what had happened to the trio. We struck the
town with lightning and wind, fire and brimstone, hail and earthquake. After
less than an hour of this display of Mathius' power the elves were quick to
answer all of his questions. Apparently Jasmine's grandmother had died not long
after he had left, and since her memories of Mathius were far too painful for
her to remain in the village, Jasmine and her husband moved away from
Wylenshire. None of the elves knew exactly where the couple had gone, just the
general direction that they had left in, North. This last answer apparently did
not appease Mathius for he used our powers along with his Demon Elementals to
destroy the village, and everything within it. I can still hear the horrifying
screams of the villagers echoing throughout my ears to this day.
But the decimation of his homeland did not phase Mathius for a single moment. He
immediately moved us Northward. Again his Demon Elementals filled their belly's
with the innocent and pure. Wherever we went, all life ceased. The demons left
nothing in our wake but dust and ash.
For over a year we searched for Mathius' true love. We followed whatever rumor
and tale that Mathius heard from the tormented beings that we ran into. And
after these poor souls had given us the information the evil elf had requested,
he repaid them by feeding there bodies to his demon horde. We went on and on,
destroying whatever was in our path for what seemed like an eternity. And just
when we all thought that we would never find her, we stumbled upon Mathius'
Jasmine was living on a small farm that was not much different than the one that
Mathius had grown up on. She was, of course, several years older now, and the
lines in her face had revealed that the years were apparently filled with a lot
sadness, but she was still as breathtaking as Mathius had remembered her. She
had two small children fearfully clutching to her legs as our small army
approached. However, there was no sign of the young noble elf that she had left
Mathius for. At first Jasmine reacted to our presence the same way the children
had. She was obviously frightened, but tried to look brave for the two young
elves that were crying at her thighs. She politely asked us what it was that we
had wanted. Mathius stepped forward and lowered the large black hood that was
covering his face with its darkness.
Even with his deeply scarred face, Jasmine immediately recognized her true love.
A look of pure joy filled her face as she quickly rushed up to him with her arms
outstretched. Mathius stepped back from her embrace, almost as if he was afraid
of it. He raised a hand up to her, a silent motion for her not to come any
closer. She obeyed his mute request as tears of sadness suddenly started to fill
Mathius sternly asked Jasmine where her husband was. She tactfully explained
that the noble elf had died the previous winter of a terrible illness. A dark
smirk spread across Mathius' face as he heard this. He then asked who were the
two children that were now cowering behind her. They were hers she answered. You
mean they are his, Mathius angrily spat back. The tears were flowing deeply from
Jasmine's eyes as she nodded and looked back to her little ones.
Mathius looked at Jasmine coldly, not even acknowledging the presence of the
children of the elf that had stolen her away from him. He then preceded to give
her an ultimatum; she would leave these bastard children behind and come with
him, or they would all pay the price for her betrayal. Jasmine looked over
Mathius' shoulder, at we druids and the devilish elf's demon horde, which must
have seemed to be a quite frightening army to her. She then looked into Mathius'
face and at the cold stare he was giving her, then fell to her knees before his
feet, weeping and pleading with him. Jasmine sobbed that she would gladly go
with him but she could not leave without her children.
Mathius kicked the sobbing beauty away from him as if she were some pitiful
mongrel looking for scraps. He then turned his back upon her and made a small
gesture to the Demon Elementals. The vile beasts giggled with glee as they
followed their evil master's uspoken order and rushed down upon Mathius' one
time love and her innocent children.
The nightmarish tortures that Jasmine and her children went through are too
horrible to put down upon parchment. But I will say this, the anguish and
suffering that they were victims to was much more tormenting than any being has
ever gone through in all of eternity.
And throughout their agonizing cries Mathius, his backed still turned toward
them, closed his eyes, smiled wickedly, and laughed heartier than I have ever
heard him laugh before. It was as if this one moment was the most ravishing
event that he had ever experienced.
However, with all the tortures that Mathius had forced his demon horde to cause
upon her and her children, not to mention his seemingly shear delight in doing
so, Jasmine's dying words to him were, 'I Will Always Love You'.
This last phrase tore away the last vestiges of Mathius' already dying soul. The
villainous elf had hoped that in Jasmine's destruction he would finally find
peace, yet her last words would torment him for the rest of his days. There was
no salvation with her death. There was only more pain and anger. And with this
undying hatred came a longing to obliterate all.
Thus, did Mathius decree, that if he could never find happiness and fulfillment,
then no being shall. And so we marched again as Mathius used both our powers and
those of his Demon Elementals to utterly devastate anything that we came across.
With the powers of Mother Nature at his command, Mathius flooded vast cities,
burned bountiful fields, toppled grand forests, sucked deep oceans dry, and
quaked high mountains down. We were forced to decimate whole armies, annihilate
impenetrable fortresses, wreck seafaring vessels, and exterminate entire races.
Until, at last, there came deliverance.
The mighty God of Neutrality, Gris, finally came to his resolution and liberated
us from our bondage. He took Mathius away and threw the malevolent Wild Elf into
a portal that would send him far away from Nez. Without the magiks of their
master to sustain them, the Demon Elementals were forced back into the black
depths that they had been conjured from. Our powers were finally emancipated to
be used the way they were intended, to preserve nature, and help it to flourish.
So we have returned here to the Dead Forest, the place where Mathius' cancerous
powers originated. We felt that this was the perfect place to begin repairing
the damage that was caused by our magiks. We have faith that our powers are
strong enough to one day make this world green again. It shall be a long and
challenging endeavor to rejuvenate all the devastation that has been done, but
that trial is nothing compared to those we had endured under Mathius' oppressive
We have only one silent wish. We pray that Mathius never finds a way to return
to the lands of Nez. For if he did, we know that his fury would have no bounds.
And that his wrath upon us all would be a thousandfold worse than the torments
he inflicted upon his once beloved Jasmine.