Silverwood Grove

Born in a blessed grove around the volcanic regions of the Liron reefs, the Silverwood is a peculiar tree. Formed from Lirokof's own tranquility, these trees attempt to keep things in balance around them. Natural protectors of the forest in which they live, these beings are the progenitor of all other trees.

Wise and ancient beyond all reason of us mortals, they have no direct way to communicate with mortals, and thus it is up to other mortals to discover their most native ways of speech - in the sound and feelings of the forest and jungle around them itself.

For they sit at the heart of a great jungle - a great protective sheath placed around them by Lirokof himself - it is said - to hide these great woods from the prying eyes of more destructive gazes'.

Few venture there and fewer return with sanity or insight into the nature of these ancient woods, of them the Jatairni seek servitude under the Silverwoods, who provide wisdom and guidance in what ways they can through the jungle and forest. The ancient Elder Dragons of old sought to study and engage in a comradery with Silver woods, and it is said these ancient kindreds who studied of the silverwoods found in them a sense of nature besotting them with the idea of maintaining that tuneship with the turning world - Numena. These few kindred who travelled and studied the SIlverwoods, engaging in what communication they could, would come to be known as the Zokkandrakyr - their experiences with the elder trees changing their view of the world and shaping their arcane knowledge.

It is interesting of course, that the SIlverwoods have such a restrictive influence on the powers of the arcane and ethereal, acting almost like a dampening field. It is said that when one who is used to the silent cacophonies of the world around them stands in the centre of their groves, that they are rendered to tears and screams at the profound understanding of true emptiness.

This 'dead zone', devoid of divine whispers or dark intentions is considered a holy site by the Jatairni, and a place where their scions chosen by fate choose to live in solitude for their lives, for in this place of silence, the strands of fate can not be heard nor read, nor can the other scions peer into the mind of their distant cousin. it is here that the scions seek peace for their mortal livelihood and live it out, alone.