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The green goblin with specks of gold on his pointy ears ran off to the side of the road just
in time for Gaelron to make his way past without detecting the little green one’s
presence. The lord of the manor was in a grotesquely dangerous hurry and almost
stumbled over himself in his inordinate speed back to the sunken castle, an architectural
feat unknown to any world of Earth’s history. It was entirely underground, with a rounded
little entrance which appeared something like a set of stones roundly formed into an
outcropping with prickly shrubs ensconcing it. A powerful illusionary magic made
whatever appeared to go into the portal disappear as if at some point there was a
The goblin laughed hysterically, and plead with himself to hold onto what he had found
until he got to his sanctuary of putrid, wretched and foul sanctuary. The sorcerer name of
his master was Herdoles, and the bizarre human had a way with the natural forces of the
necromancy. So great was his power that shadowy beasts of an underworld which only
existed across ocean like murky bogs would feel and draw to his power while his spells
were being cast. The land mass on the other side of the bubbling goo was a lot more like
another plane of existence entirely with beings which would be far too potent in their
vibrational energies to live on the more peaceful 'tamer' side of the boggy seas. Dragons
were able to thrive there and if anyone resembling a sentient humanoid were to be able
to first make it across the slimy bog to their world, it would be impossible to count as
high as the number of dragons they would possibly find. But therein lies the conundrum
that wherever dragons are, logic ceases to make any kind of relevant connection to
circumstances at hand and one must immediately blame their perceptions of reality for
What the wiry little goblin had was a shiny lock of hair which was curly, shone with
golden blonde and shone with an unnatural brilliance as if a distant moon in some far off
place was reflecting sunlight. The lock of hair itself was from an oddly mysterious man
with very unusual hair himself. This very mystical person with extremely long jet black
hair wore a majestic looking garment of hundreds of woven fabrics flowing together in a
rainbow of colors. The hooded cloak was light to the touch and made of silks which
came from deadly spiders who would weave intricate multi-hued webs in a unique way
to ensnare predators many times their size. How this cloaked man acquired such
marvelous threads was as cryptic as the way the garment appeared as it moved! A
shimmering waterfall of every imaginable color would ripple and flow with each shift of
the garb's surface area.The lock of hair the goblin clutched had slipped absently from the
strange man's hand as he frolicked from one place to the next in a freakish route to
somewhere.
The grand city of Ulohjr was where this man would be most commonly seen, though
'regarded' would be more carefully chosen a term for he was viewed as an outsider with
an aura of a missionary's isolation. The streets themselves were brightly hued even at
night and different neighborhoods would reflect the spiritual tendencies of the locals by
their various colorations. Most of the buildings were physical manifestations of light
which the population had formed from ritual chants, hums and meditations together in a
harmonious technological magic. Language as we know it was not in use there! The
people rarely used speech to communicate but were able to understand each other all at
once in a synergy which was refined over countless eons. They all knew what the other
intended to ‘say’ just by being around them and their mannerisms were all distinctive to
their elemental grasp of each other in a mostly speechless world. The attuning of their
collective souls was the wellspring which formed their dwellings and other city structures,
kept and strengthened by their long quest for transcendence into light forms.
Many of the light buildings in the grand city resembled a certain blue and pink flower in
its primal essence, so the architecture of the place all resembled the shape of the
bulbous flower'. Structures which were closed up and impenetrable would open up
reflexively to the presence of those wishing to enter closeby. The petals of fluxing light
would respond to the falling of the pink and orange rain native to the region forming an
awning around the perimeter with the kissing upward at the top of the bulb so that a rim
formed widely for those beneath to be warmer and dry. A soft flooring made of cellulose
within the entryways always was accompanied by fresh moist air swirling about as their
The goblin fingered the hair in his slimy dark green fingers and the lock crackled at the
friction, spitting off blueish-yellow sparks. The filmy grey and black nail of the mottled
‘goodness’ crept across the creature's flesh with the sparks from the hair.
The green goblin's form was obscured in a veil of shadow energy that was placed upon
him magically by Herdoles, a form of near invisibility which would be undetectable by
most inhabitants of Ulohjr. He would be detectable if he lingered about long enough for
them to sense his vicious energy or if his uncanny stench permeated from the same spot
a while. He trekked skillfully along the perimeters of the colorful streets, nightmarishly
fast and always evading those pesky humans. He was a true goblin from the blood of a
dragon which had a demon living inside it's belly. The demon had been imprisoned in a
tree but broke free when the dragon bashed the tree with its tail to get some of its yellow
The yellow scaled dragon with three large green horns blew a noxious mustard-like
poison mist at the tree before feeding on the fruits because it would force the hordes of
invading insects away from the juicy fruit which had fallen and burst on the ground for
the dragon to feed on (though many dragons did indeed breathe fire there it was only
Dragons would occasionally consume the entire tree in one session of feeding,
chomping through the base then devouring the rest in its own time chomp by chomp.
This yellow scaled one managed to flush out this demon which was banished by some
other dragon probably to being inside the tree forever and when it happened, the demon
for whatever reason failed to find freedom but instead a new home in an een less
comfortable home! Dragons were able to do whimsical things with the contents of their
stomachs including the formation of new organs to ingest specific beings just like a
demon. In this case, without any surprise the dragon belched wildly at the inhalation of
the demon and merrily feasted on the red and yellowish fruits which had broken all over
the ground under the tree. The spirit of the demon was all that remained as the physical
form was shocked out of existence by the last dragon.
This particular tree was very rare to behold even for the habitat of a dragon for it was
protected at the bottom by garish thick black 'hairs', a bark so hard and thick that even
for most dragons who would bother it would take an effort to chew through, and
underneath the bark was an enormously dense meaty wood which had the unusual
property of turning into a liquid if penetrated by fire! The fruits all had a bit of this black
tree hair, this immensely tough outer shell as well the fruit itself liquifying at the friction of
being chewed. A dragon's delight! But unfortunately, if one managed to find a ripe fruit
bearing tree like this and fed, the smell would attract another dragon which usually led to
a fight.
That day a dragon with pinkish red scales responded to the wafting aroma of the freshly
eaten dragon fruit. It was rare to see any two dragons in proximity without a battle soon
erupting. A great fight began before the pinkish red scaled one had even got close to the
tree and the insects who were kept at bay by the poison cloud all caught fire and turned
to smoke at the heat the clash generated! The reflexive whipping of its tail was the
greeting the pinkish red scaled dragon got for creeping up behind the other and it turned
into a raging tempest of furious violence in less time than humans would be able to
perceive. The demon inside the dragon managed to find some nourishment by feeding
on all the murderous passion and this gave the demon a start on a return to corporeal
form-- a shape of a devilish humanoid with three horns, just like the dragon who was
now his home. But fortunately for the demon, the pinkish red scaled dragon dramatically
and unexpectedly flicked its thick tail with a three-pronged fang tip to pierce its enemy
thousands of miles away felt the soundwaves of the moan and a pool of dragon's blood
formed into a puddle as the pinkish red scaled dragon sauntered away. Three goblins
sprang up from the blood pool, each one with characteristics of the dragon fruit tree. The
first goblin's form was covered in thick black hairs which gave him a special advantage
for stealth, especially at night. The second goblin was tremendously tough-hided with
enormous large yellow fangs which would pierce the protective scales of even some
dragons if the goblin would have been strong enough in the jaws to penetrate one (which
would have been impossible, though the goblin could chomp down and break a fallen log
like it was nothing). The third was a fleshy, drooling mass of a thing with rolling blubber
which shook with unnatural violence as he moved. Where the other two goblins were
while the third was fussing with a lock of hair in his hand back in Ulojhr is unclear but the
demon spirit just after their births managed to escape from the three holes in the yellow
scaled dragon's stomach. The demon poked through creating one large hole in place of
the iprevious three, then his fully formed demonic humanoid body rolled onto the ground.
Delighted to be free and corporeal once again, the yellow scaled dragon saw this in a
hazy weakened state and gulped the demon down in a large thrusting bite! Back to the
wounded belly and the hole he had made closed itself up, sealing the demon's fate and
helping the dragon recover with some entertaining company locked away for long
digestion. Dragons won't really die unless they want to and this one decided to sleep a
while until more fruit appeared to shake off and gulp down. Perhaps an even better
The stealthy goblin clutching the golden lock of hair in Ulojhr was not visible even to light
faeries which hovered in the tunnels on the river, making a maze through the entirety of
the landscape. Light faeries would usually see anything which was there, but the the
goblin was too murky and immersed in the underworld magics of his master Sorcerer
Herdoles for them to notice, or so long as he moved fast enough..The dreadlock like
black ropes of hair all over his body glided along the wind as he moved which the goblin
used to sense air pressures and resistance, enabling with alarming swiftness and evil
grace. As he went slicing through the air at the less traveled edges of the light, he
sucked in some of the scent in the breeze with blotchy green thick nostrils. Coughing
and spluttering at the fragrant aroma of flowers and sweet night mist, he glanced back to
see the last glimpse of the city he would have before reaching his dour destination. A
rolling stream of purple waters about powdery blue streets and an arched light bridge
greeted his slitted pupils which made him giggle feverishly-- such disgusting beauty! The
city was perched on the edge of a large cliff and there were enormous thorny bushes all
around inhibiting travelers from leaping off. Taking no notice of the treacherous
obstacles, the unnaturally fast and sneaky goblin bolted through the brush which caused
them all to catch fire! The hole he burned into the bushes left a smelling acidic smoke
that lingered on for weeks after he had left. Flying off the cliff in a grotesque display of
acrobatics and malicious glee, the goblin spun downward into the air for a long while
before finally meeting a mercurial hole in the ground below! This hole was not sensed by
any of the wildlife because it drew power from the invisible netherworld and was only
detectable by those who were able to enter. The speedy goblin merged with the entry to
the darker realm as if a greedy hand had snatched him out of the air and stuffed him
down a chute! It was a great relief for the feisty brute for the return to a more suitable
environment from all the putrid happiness and love being regurgitated all over the place
in Ulojhr.
Just as the goblin had been diving off the edge of the city into the hole in the ground
below, a particularly brilliantly plumed golden bird with a frosty white beak had been
sailing by! The bird did not like the antics of the green and odious goblin but was unable
to do much more than drop his digested lunch onto the foul dark green skin of the critter.
This was a phenomenal weapon bred by nature for the bright bird's feces was a powerful
benefit for hunting down prey! The excrement would plop with precision timing by the
bird onto a rapidly moving land target,usually a red-tailed rodent which was easy to spot
from high altitudes. When the bird's missile made a direct hit on their target it would
harden into rubber from the impact shock then act as a trap by sticking the unfortunate
animal to the ground in mid stride. The rubbery texture would change rapidly to a
hardened state which would petrify the animal making it possible for only the same bird
to return for a meal later by spitting up a digestive enzyme which would be the only way
to dissolve the rock like exterior. There were countless examples of hardened bird waste
on rodents and animals which the bird left for later but had remained there for centuries
instead, unconsumed and left as another rock by all the life around it.
The goblin got smacked with a large glob of the rare golden bird's dropping on his way
down! The glue effect didn't work as it would have on a creature native to the forest but it
did cause the goblin shock and pain enough to notice. The goblin's trek downward was
only altered in a way noticeable to the green skinned riffraff and it very slightly disrupted
his perfect trajectory into the nether hole. On another day the impish little demon spawn
might have relished hunting the bird down and using it's bombs as rocks to launch from
a sling at it but this moment was defined by Herdoles and the goblin's mission was being
accomplished.
As the goblin had merged with the nether world in the hole and disappeared, the bird
dropping shattered around it and due to its rare density the feces managed to just ever
so slightly adhere to the fabric of the forest which interlocked with the nether hole. An
insignificant difference to the naked eye or nose of the average beast but a skilled
tracker might be able to detect something was there now just by using skilled
observation with the intention of detection. The goblin's murky green body melted away
upon impact with the hole, wiping away his existence and placing him into the dimension
of an abyss beyond comprehension for all but those wicked enough to endure it.
The unusually radiant gold bird who'd managed to hit the goblin with his well aimed
dropping had once witnessed the same goblin ritually channeling hatred from a tribe of
extremely diminutive forest men (they were so tiny that the bird would have had trouble
locating them in their movements on the ground from an otherwise ideal hunting
altitude). The tribesmen did not reproduce like humans, instead being birthed directly out
of trees and beginning their life as insects who would most resemble Earthly ants (but
these ants on this distant planet had eyes which glowed purple at night). This method of
reproduction by tree had come about from a deal struck between the ants and the
previously more average sized humanoid tribe (which also had women) struck a deal to
defend from alien invaders which were coming in millions of years! Ironically, the way the
ants and the tribe saw it was that it would make for a great party if the ants and people
got together this way, bonded in their evolution then the fiesta when the aliens came
would throw them off a lot better than any space weapon, which was inconceivable to
them anyway.
What the goblin was really interested was not the emotional menace he could be to the
ant tribe, draining away whatever love and goodness he could once they were hazed
ritually with his powerful necrotic charms but actually in their mushrooms. The goblin had
become addicted to mind (if it could be called such a thing inside that thick skull) altering
fungus soon after being born of demon infested dragon blood. These particularly small
tribesmen who were awaiting the big party to fend off those nasty aliens were the only
ones on the whole planet who would lead the goblin to those delicious blue and purple
white spotted mushrooms which were the delicacy beyond delicacies for him! Even fresh
babies were not as tasty to the goblin as a delicious morsel of this blue or purple white
spotted stuff.
When the unnaturally quick goblin had wandered off in the first few moments of life from
the blood puddle, he had made his way to a mystical realm of mushrooms by a frothy
bubbling spring. A greenish mist which he'd found so sweet and inviting as a cloud
hanging near a fallen tree was so inviting for him but apparently was a barrier to all other
life because the hazy mist laden spring which bubbled gently in a lazy rhythm appeared
untouched for longer than an imagination. There were insects parading around
vegetation such as four winged dragon flies each with a slight scaly resemblance to their
much larger distant cousins. But no animals had consumed the mushrooms which were
proudly married to their positions in the spring, undisturbed for perhaps billions or more
generations! The goblin's dark green skin tingled with a greedy hunger only a newborn
could have and the scent from the magical fungus wafting into his moist fleshy nostrils
with unnaturally thick black hairs growing out of them was utterly intoxicating. In truth,
the misty green fog the goblin had so easily pierced through without injury or
consideration had an odor so foul that it actually choked most with the capacity for
breathing before they made it anywhere near. This is logical since the goblins own bile
fragrance was enough to wilt flowers and down small insects as he passed them by!
The goblin scooped up mushroom after mushroom in a mad feast, gobbling down whole
handfuls of giant various colored fungi. Pretty quick the little imp doubled over from the
overwhelming amount of both food mass and mind altering visions. Over a glorious
stretch of time he repeatedly awoke with a fresh interest in first devouring heaps of
collapsing into a sleeping heap of rancorous green huffs, grunts and snores. All of this
dragon mushroom nourishment led to the swift demon spirited goblin to being able to
project his spirit outward to gain more perception during his travels, rendering him far
When the goblin had dived into the hole he did not actually go anywhere. Although it
would have appeared on the outside to any observers that he just disappeared into thin
air, in reality where he went was into the fabric of the energy formed around the visible
things where the hole was. He was stored in the plants, the soil, the purple-green fog
which was in a constant rolling haze around all the plant life there. The goblin was still
'there' but he had stretched, shrunk and intertwined his entire being into being the
embodiment of the wood. His viciousness and his purity of malignant pressures to
expose all foul things to their bitter beauties was what made it possible with the help of a
steadying spell by Herdoles. The goblin actually became so tiny within the fabric of the
natural elements there that he began to grow through to the other side and manifest
within at all, so one could say actually that he didn't go anywhere but rather
'everywhere'. It is a hard cruel lesson for some and easy for others to understand but
good and evil exist together for the forces of nature insist that a cold morality is
When his soul went through the ether, and found itself at one with the unending
black pitches of instantaneous movements across the vast chasms of evil which were
eternally available, like a climax of wicked emotional delight which for him which was
unending. A feeling of blissful and endless sadism and nihilism so that the only feelings
left were the dank rot of isolation in the world of power he had sacrificed him unto. Yet
the goblin was committed to the uglier side of things, it is always another mechanism for
the known universe to see evil creatures often do things which become helpful to those
And thus his place in life was secure, he was absolutely fresh and at something which
could be called a peace within himself that also sacrificed the need to bond with anything
for love of all but the self. Hence it was a cold and boundless emptiness that always
supplied the anchor for his expressions of ill will. Though he was no longer a physical
body, he was still as real to the touch or as any life form such that his infusion of spiritual
embodiment to the surroundings became the sensations all at once he would find, and
without purpose or measure would eat away as life went on outside the invisibly dark
hole. Essentially, we may say that he was a dream at that point, that he slipped between
where all things are moving within themselves independent of physical barriers. And this
may very well be the source of many nightmares around many star systems, his flight of
fancy without a corporeal form. But at this time he was focusing in something like a
prayer or meditative trance to prepare for seeing his sorcerer master, a person who
would position the stinky menace into a dynamo for the grand spell which he was busily
preparing.
Herdoles had learned to contain the flows of essence which made if possible for him to
train and control demonic goblins while on the dragon island across the boggy ocean.
The manner of travel he used to reach the other side was a gating of his spirit and his
bodily vibrations into a singular thin long strand across the gurgling ocean, which by any
who would survey it would probably say that if you traveled a hundred lifetimes from one
land to the next you would still not reach the other side! The soul gate of Herdoles was a
similar magical utility as the stretching of the soul by the goblin to plop into the nether
hole and sail about in the impossibly dark world around and in between all things. The
channeling of this magnificent spell required that the great sorcerer astrally project
himself all the way over the bog through a ritual meditation then the song of his being
would actually follow and 'pull' his physical form to the other side.
Some of the dragons there could travel freely between the two land masses but wouldn't
bother most of the time unless they were interested in bringing an egg of some kind
over. Peoples on the tamer continent had passed down stories of great winged creatures
flying with an egg in its claws near the shores every so many generations. Those who
reported these things rarely had fear of the dragons presence this way but recognized
Herdoles use the land of dragons much like a fountain for his magics! It was boundless
energy free to seize hold of and use for designs of playful sorcery. His philosophy was
beyond words to translate but suffice it to report that he considered his work neither
good nor evil and very necessary. There were many secrets to be gleaned by being
among the dragons and he'd encountered mystical artifacts which he'd study from time
to time to break the silence of their long buried mysteries, then he could honor the
There was one necessary item to empower Herdoles to get from one side to the next
and that was an anchoring piece of petrified wood from trees which had stone hard bark
but liquid centers in their trunk. These trees were related to those which bore the dragon
fruit the demon spawn dragon born goblins had come from but were the cousins on the
softer side which would only bear a crunchy red nut with a juicy sweet middle. These
were used for energy by those who would harvest the dragon nuts locally but Herdoles
was a learner of the ancient lores and methods of all things, thus he was capable of
using the strange power of these dragon trees for his mode of transport in his soul-gate
spell. He would set the half from the same petrified tree bark (which was hard as rock on
the tree itself but petrified was of such hardness that it was almost like a diamond) onto
the shores of the muddy bog sea and hum a chant. The prayer would last for hours until
the wood piece would begin to churn inside with a liquid that Herdoles could attach his
vibrational consciousness to! This would anchor the wood fragment to the ground so
none could move it no matter how much strength they used to remove it from its
position. Then when Herdoles reached the shores of the dragon land, he would position
the other half of the petrified wood to a random position on the ground there and hum
the same chant in reverse. The water in the half on the dragon shore would then create
a powerful bond between both broken pieces of petrified wood that allowed Herdoes to
'breathe' normally in the more hostile habitat and also to withstand the dramatic changes
in overall intensity of the area. Being anywhere near dragons in their natural
environment would rip a common humanoid apart if they somehow managed to get
close! Dragons would have to use special illusions to be seen by those who were in
proximity so they'd never be to close to handle it. Such was the way of a dragon, that
The tales of eggs being flown from far away were not only true but very true for
Herdoles. Dragons designed him to be part of some great plan and delivered him to
grow, live out his destiny. He had a presence which was electrifying to those around him
and no matter which people he encountered in his long journeys, there was always an
aura separating him. He was a loner by nature who would only be content for a while in
the company of others. Eventually, he would retreat into his lair where studies, spells
He stumbled upon the high arts of the woods which was the derivation for all his sorcery
by exploring the great trees, waters, moon cycles from observations. On this planet, the
life upon it was not necessarily going to die of old age or disease and so this kind of
exploration would be too long for the common person of Earth to understand. It was in
springs and brooks that eventually one day he began harnessing their powers
automatically, as if it was the next natural step in his immersion of his entirety into the
spirit of the forests. There were many forms of magic but wood sorcery was considered if
not the most dangerous and difficult to master, then it was among those arts at the
pinnacle of power for it. It was something to the reality of the life there that one would
time, of the overall divinity of balance. Even those rare wood sorcerers of the past were
not always able to traverse their way across the eternal boggy ocean, let alone survive
there for more than a moment. Herdoles was born in a very interesting and potent age!
The wood sorcerer had spent whole seasons at a time investing in his magical petrified
wood route to the other side. In doing so, he consumed many varieties of special
mushrooms which grew all over the world of trees and wildlife he skittered about in his
endless search for a natural truth. He did find it useful to prepare for the trips ultimately
types which were marinated in some of the liquid from the bog ocean, then he would
begin transporting himself in spirit to the other side so he could more easily astrally
project to it when he was ready for the actual journey.. Once at night and once in the
morning during his mushroom induced ritual visions, he would turn a device something
like an Earthly hourglass over, a crystalline object that had sea bog liquid inside with the
scale of a tiny bog sea snake. The scale would react to the churning over and over with
a tiny electrical pulse that would align with Herdoles chakras and bring his powers into
the perception of the spirit of the sea snakes in the bog. He considered this a meeting
wherein the bog sea snakes would assist him in his travels, stabilizing his soul and
Once while he was out gathering mushrooms under a pair of full moons somewhat near
the outskirts of Ulohjr when a wild pack of tusked orange beasts who resembled
something like a cross between an Earthly wild boar and a brontosaurus stampeded
toward him! One of these orange critters was fiercely aggressive, and took umbrage at
the display of this humanoid in his territory who was blasting bright blue light around him
like a reflecting moon himself. The purpose of his use of his energetic aura was to
harmonize with the mushrooms so as to make their locations more obvious to his
senses. Most beasts would have be steered away by the radiant luminescence of his
magical search if they got close enough to the intensity and heat from his efforts (it
would be just under the level to ignite objects into flame), but this particular orange
'boarosaurus' like beast only treated it as a beacon. He charged at Herdoles, but the
energy of fungus seeking luminosity blasted the animal into oblivioun, hurling great
flying chunks of the beasts horrible bloody flesh all over the place. The blood was
actually black with yellow streaks and a burning smell permeated throughout the area as
the carcass smoldered nearby. The herd pressed on, ignoring their fallen warrior and
Herdoles continued his uniform movement to the concourse of his applied focus of
mushroom seeking. He came with an especially brilliant orange and white mushroom
that night which he stewed in the bog juice marinade with just a bit of the bloody orange
animal's remains.
He hadn't realized it at the time but it was this special stuff from the orange boarosaurus
which had really made things possible for his spell across the great boggy ocean. The
species had originated as an orange dragon and when it had gotten lazy one afternoon
under a giant orange sun, it fell into a deep sleep so wonderful that it decided to have
some new form of animals running around so the dragon could continue sleeping even
longer! And thus, the critters sailed over the clouds from the dreams of the orange
dragon and into being on the other side of the bog sea. There they stampeded endlessly,
always following the path of one mushroom haven to the next but never feeding.
Eventually, the dragon awoke and the orange boarosaurus' suddenly poofed away in a
puff of dragon smoke, but that was long after this story ends!
His quest for knowledge of his beloved forests over countless seasons led him deeper
and deeper into his own consciousness, more and more attuned with the rhythms of life
in the wood. He began to evaporate into mist sometimes and appear in another location
near a mossy tree but he'd do this without even realizing it. He just had wanted to get
there so quick to see the delightful green growth on the slippery grey tree trunk that he
wound up disappearing and getting there another way from a distant location. He began
to sing bird's songs back to their sailing flocks, unable to know why or how he could sing
in their language as naturally as weeping or crying but was delighted to hear them
respond with whistling glee. He climbed trees to their tippy tops and sometimes laid flat
along their huge branches so that he could sleep for days on end, often a furry creature
or two nuzzling up between his pits as he lounged and dozed with abandon to all time.
And one fine night when he had felt that he could not possibly want to find anyplace
more beautiful or arousing for his senses did he suddenly stop, turn around and find the
The lengthy tree trunk went all the way up into the pitch black seeming to reach to the
moon just at the pointy tip. It was particularly thin with spiraling shelf fungus encircling
the entirety of the murky grey bark and something Herdoles had not seen before on any
tree from the multitudes of forests he investigated was branches which wrapped in a
circular formation so that one branch would be hugging and spiraling upward joining with
hundreds of others just like it. The canopying effect of this was awesome and twinkling of
the night sky;s stars poked through with a sparkling dance. He saw a family of bushy
tailed rodents (there were not squirrels on this planet but many versions of rodent) with a
way of eating insects with a suction cup on its red hands, so that they would plunk down
a palm and several insects would get caught in the suction cup then sucked out by the
rodents mouth.
Herdoles knew he was at home and found himself uplifted in his spirits so much that a
warm breeze erupted underneath his feed and suddenly he was floating on air to the top
of the spiring tree. When he reached somewhere close to its peak, a strong instinct to
merge his magics with the bark struck him and he focused himself into its energy and
was rewarded with the 'melting' away of bark which formed into a spiraling opening-- a
slit that continued to open and close in a bout with light and the nether. The hole in the
tree spun like smoke being swept through a tunnel by a voracious wind and responded
to the moods of the deeply mysterious sorcerer. When he wanted to look out upon the
forest, he would peer outward from the nether window and it would appear as open air, a
natural and normal space as many structures often have. If we was upset, the storm of
the spiraling round area would become murky and conduct electricity, sometimes a cold
form of fire. If we were chilly, the space would waft warm air into the area just inside the
top of the tree which was hollowed out with curved areas for sleeping, sitting, storing
The speedy goblin who dove into the hole had already met with his sorcerer master in
the nether realm recently. The other demonic dragon spawn were in the habit of meeting
Herdoles in his special lair within the spire where he had special niches within the
spacious hollow of the tree top for them each to rest. There he would weave magic into
their nightmarish thoughts which would manifest in beneficial ways for his visions of
balancing the spirits of the wood. The goblin master currently stood peering out from his
nether hole in the treetop, hands clasped behind his back in a flowing white spidersilk
robe. Reflecting about a time which appeared ancient to him now, closed his eyes and
let out some pink smoke. In his world, pipes were unnecessary for the master sorcerer
could exhale a rich satisfying cloud of smoke from many plants with an utterance from
What the sorcerer of the wood had been recollecting was about a trip he had made to
the land of the dragons when he came across a strange yellow tree. It was hypnotic and
its spindly blue branches with orange tinged dark blue leaves made a rustling that
sounded more like hollow rocks clanking together by the thousand rather than a kind of
leaf or foliage. He strode closer to get a better look now that it was in his eye and
hearing a dragon approach from the brush some ways away, he crouched at a clump of
red bushes near the base of the yellow tree. The dragon in the distance appeared also
to be mostly red and yellow scaled, but fortunately for the sorcerer it was waddling off to
find a fresh meal, one much bigger, riper and juicier than the bony appetizer Herdoles
would provide. In fact, the gaunt sorcerer was a wiry individual with surprising agility and
physical strength but was generally fortunate to be seen as too stringy and with little
meat enough for a great many predators he came across in his travels! Soon, Herdoles
discovered that inside this bizarre yellow tree with odd sounding blue foliage was a very
special sap. The gears of his mind spinning wildly now, he knew that if he was really
lucky he might locate an already petrified hunk of the sap somewhere closeby! It had
happened so many times that the sweet sap of an unusual tree had yielded its amber,
useful for his magics and interesting just in general for his insatiably curious mind.
Once the great red and yellow dragon had moved on, the wood sorcerer searched
under a clump of the tree roots. Above the mangle of twisty gnarled yellowish, brown,
blue and dark green roots was a sizable gash in the trunk itself which had obviously
been made long ago by claws or teeth! A struggle which seemed to have broken off
fragments of whichever it was, bone or claw for there was some petrification around it
(indicating clearly how long the tree had been around). It mustn't have been a dragon
which could have sliced through the entire tree with a hiss let alone consume the whole
tree with a gulp without even bothering to uproot it first. That would probably only make
the dragon release enough gas to notice the trouble (dragon farts are worshipped on the
fair side of the bog as healing and an aphrodisiac but potent enough that the person may
explode if they attempt to use some captured in a special bottle by a master of magics).
The chances of finding some of the lovely tree's precious hardened sap was much
Herdoles whipped his body around in a flash and went mad thrusting his long bony
fingers through the soil with precise effort. It was a reddish brown soil mostly with blue
and white rocks here and there, much blue grass (grass there sometimes would be so
fine that it was like walking through hairs) surrounding the area where the tree was. The
wild blue hair like grass led to a small hill off in the distance with pale blue and rusty
yellow, orange and red bushes bushes dotting the hillside. After ripping through soil and
revealing root bunch after root bunch, he finally found purchase for his sensitive
fingertips when they rolled past a pleasurably cool, round object. It was obviously not
part of the tree and he immediately felt a bond with the stone or whatever it was he was
touching. Though he was looking for the amber specifically, it took more than a moment
for him to realize it was what he was looking for because he was suddenly struck with a
vision! A dragon was sailing by the sun, blue scales with fiery orange wings.
Could this have been the tree a dragon had used to harbor an egg? Tree tops were quite
common for them to use on the planet since there were no predators but other dragons
who would be able to break through any dragon egg, even by shaking the whole tree
and dumping the egg onto hard rocks below. In fact, a real dragon egg was capable of
traveling in space from planet to planet and would not exactly burn up if it got close to
the sun (what happens there is a difficult explanation but suffice it to say there is a
situation where the dragon is reborn before being able to reach the stages to live their
lives out and such they would become a sun themselves, possibly birthing an entire star
system). The reason why dragons wouldn't concern themselves with other predatory
dragons is that if one actually went out of their way to gobble down a dragon egg, they
would have to contend with the dragon they just ate which would usually eat the other
dragon from the inside until it was big enough to fly out their mouth. This was less
pleasant than a nice long movement, which to dragons could last the length of many
Earth seasons and usually a tree grew where the dragon laid its excrement while the
planet expanded slightly, hence making this one of the biggest planets in known creation
which would be the equivalent to many sizes more than the Earth's sun (and getting
Although it was only a brief glimpse of the dragon he witnessed in his second-sight,
Herdoles had slept under the tree for so long that he had started to appear as a tree root
to all the wildlife surrounding the yellow tree (and long enough for a dragon to lay an
especially large dung pile). When he went to sleep usually the sorcerer would disappear
but in this case it was impossible to separate himself from his vision which was
originating with the essence in the roots (which were the stuff of dreams if no one has
explained to you that trees are directly connected!) When he awoke and rubbed his
sappy, dirty, sweaty face he was flabbergasted to see an eye staring back at him in his
palm! The pupil of the eye appeared to be a fragment from what Herdoles was sure now
was the shred of an ancient claw of a large animal which had swiped the tree trying to
free the treetop of its incubating dragon egg.The critter apparently lost a good bit of
blood over it and must have failed, but got through the uncannily solid bark before giving
up. The piece of petrified claw was lodged in a roundish chunk of the tree bark itself,
likely a bit which escaped from the trunk at the time of the assault and with some of the
claw still attached to it. At some point during his slumber the amber which the claw scrap
and rounded bark was contained in had burned into Herdoles palm and bonded with his
inner being.
He got up and feeling the power, held high in the air upward to the sun! Whatever he
was feeling would react with the eye in his hand with sparkling energy of all colors, a
maelstrom of chaos contained within his grasp. There were times when the eye itself
would briefly flame with blue and green tendrils or wisps of necrotic dark energy which
flickered outward and snapped into a climax into thin air. He hadn't notice before but he
was had grown. His height was double it's former size and he knew without thinking
about it that his tree spire home was already hollowed out in a way to suit his new
dimensions.
That was the day in fact, just after he had awaken and returned in a slingshot home that
he was greeted on the other side by the three goblins who in his mind would have the
sound like “H'aru”, “Guhthl” and “Blixighisk”! Returning from the dragon lands was
instantaneous whereas the invocation to create his harmonic transitory strand across
from the calmer side took the waxes and wanes of many many moon cycles. The three
glorious brutish beasts spawned from the demoni possessed dragon by the dragon fruit
tree looked to him with greedy eyes, those of a newborn set of triplets seeking a path in
their new world. H'aru possessed the thick rope-like black hairs resembling that mythical
tree bark of his 'roots' and he was swiftest by far of the three. Guhthl had impossibly
tough skin more like the hard tree bark from which the dragon fruit came and when he
really felt like it, was able to petrify his entire body in a state of petrification. And
Blixighisk was larger than the other two with enormous rolling mountains of blubber. The
fat inside occasionally turned to liquid like the inner core of that singular tree.
Herdoles considered them a neutral force within the paradigm of his deep understanding
and connection to the woods and the other side of the great bog. Though they were evil
creatures in all ways we might understand it, the perceptions of the strange wood
sorcerer in his philosophy of the lives he led (for we do lead many if you weren't
convinced before) were not inclusive of such devices as 'good' or 'bad'. This was
happening and it was a mechanical necessity to the spiritual fortitude of the woods upon
the planet which he knew connected to infinite other worlds. Their function was bound to
forces he would not question or judge for there was the way of the wood and that was
always dangerously mysterious, thus all things were possible! He regarded the situation
as similar to the anchor he left of the petrified woods for his sonic pathway, the events
which he was turning the celestial wheels for in commanding these three demonic
many eons from then. No one but he would possibly comprehend any or most of this and
The three seething goblins each dragged their yellowed and blackened clawed toes in
opposite directions from each other across the muddy, red earth on the bank of the
boiling bog. Sparks arose from the moist turf from the release of nether energy in their
magical friction, pyramiding outward from each other in a ceremonial engagement with
the intention of lining up before Herdoles symbolically for worshipful orders to be passed.
Their dark and ancient magical forces chafed with the more natural, elegant and serene
side of the bog. They pivoted from facing each other all at the same time to face the
sorcerer dramatically, grinning evilly. Their eyes became a murky grey tunnel filled with a
misty void, each receptive to new assignments as their master was about to bestow
upon them.
Herdoles smirked wistfully as he raised his amber eyed hand up high into the night air
which felt moist and cool. A light began to pour out from the pupil, warm blue light that
penetrated the air with a low hum. Then a sea began to appear from the steady radiance
streaming vision. The rolling white crashes of the river of foaming seas appeared in the
center of the blue beam which steadily made its way into the triangular formation of
goblins before him. Their voided grey eyes met with the blue light with a rolling white
ocean in the middle of and their eyes began glowing a sickly crimson as green sparks
raced around their lids. Obviously this was the form of communication most economical
to the gaunt wood sorcerer and the three servants began drooling a grimy green liquid
on the ground which turned black on contact with it, bubbling in a smoky goo.
Their mouths hung agape as Herdoles reached into their latent consciousness, traveling
to their core to inspire each with specific homing archetypes. It was a concentrated form
complex for their three 'minds' to fathom. The goblins faces slowly split into wide impish
grins as their mission directives burned into their matrix. H'aru yowled and beat on his
chest making a yellowy black flash with his claws moving so fast back and forth, then
dove into the bog disappearing underneath (only something like a goblin could even
consider this for it was a quick death from being fed upon by the many predators just
under the gurgling surface). Gu'rhthl began rocking on his feet from left to right then
sprang suddenly away from the shoreline in a fanciful display of acrobatics. Blixighisk
grabbed his belly with both clawed fists and shook it down to the ground, causing an
impact tremor and making the hoary goblin cackle in dark delight. Herdoles only leaned
his head downward and developed an even wider grin than the generals for his war.
He strolled off into the woods for a trek which lasted many nights. By the time he
reached his spired home, he knew that he would have a new way to reach his quarters.
Touching the amber eye of his palm to the bark of his tree, his body appeared to twist
and dematerialize into a white liquid which wrapped fastly around the tree trunk as it
rose upward in a spiral. His body reformed from an apparition of himself, misty and
unreal into the warm form of a blue-blooded man as he penetrated the nether window
(he actually had blue blood though that was not considered any sort of 'royalty' in his
world).
Herdoles had returned with artifacts from the bog, and each found a place in his keep
with obsequious priority for representing different fields of his studies. A dragon tooth
and one of its scales he’d found underfoot while communicating with something
resembling a brilliant blue and grey crocodile, only much larger and with double sets of
teeth. A white spotted baby blue dragon had been gnawing at some of the tree trunks in
a teething phase and one of them dropped, as they were common to do for certain
dragons in their early life stages. The scale was veined with ultra-fine white patters
which would sparkle loudly under moonlight; the tooth was also blue but was speckled
with white flecks. Another artifact was a broken red eggshell with yellow interior which
came from a bird which regurgitated its meals into a puddle of hot lava which was cooled
into obsidian by a hypersonic flapping of its tail. The bird would then invoke a flatulence
which would act something like liquid nitrogen on Earth, where the object becomes
frozen solid and can be broken easily into innumerable shards. The bird would then eat
the fresh icy obsidian treat to digest it all again in a second stomach, so that when it
returned to its nest a very wide vent in an otherwise modestly sized volcano (for the
dragon land). Finally, the regurgitation of the iced obsidian would form a nutritious syrup
for the chicks in the hot nest.The life cycles of these birds were many thousands of
generations of Earth species so that the rare shell was the sign of a recent cycle of
reproduction-- an honor in itself to be a part of. Herdoles had a way with birds more than
every other species and he would often rub the shell for spiritual insight and to find
comfort with his aviary friends, even if by touch and psychic connections alone.
Herdoles saw one of these rare birds on his way to a lava swamp where he went to hunt
for a meal. Walking, flying and teleporting around the dragon habitat made him
beast. There would be no trouble roasting it in any of the hot pits filled with smoldering
molten globs. Although he used his sorcery to make kills during hunts some of the time,
generally he would strike with brute physical force and shocking agility. It was a
primordial experience for him which connected him to raw instincts that fed his soul as
well as his hungry belly. The bird was sailing low in the air on its way back with a fresh
second stomach full of crystallized obsidian from its funny process. It had yellow feathers
around its broad neck like a ring or a halo that slipped off its head and got stuck at the
collar. It's beak leaked smoke from vent holes and piercing brilliant blue eyes greeted the
sorceror's orange irises and they instantly knew each other as old friends. A sacred
event in his life which most importantly gave him the means to contact a buddy
The egg he had found on the ground was from a running stream of molten lava which
didn't bother Herdoles from the heat, for he was able to manipulate his own body to
match the environment and resist the remarkable volcanic intensity. Trickling down in a
bright red orange and yellow blaze, the stream lazily greet him and brought a gorgeous
red eggshell. These eggs would never crack, burn, melt or otherwise suffer from the lava
and it was only warm to the touch (even if Herdoles had not had his magical defenses
The shell was the most personal item but a green stone which was able to turn from a
liquid to a gel, to a solid rock and into putty depending on the way he rolled it around in
his hand was his favorite item for thinking. He would rub it and pick it with his
thumbnails or sometimes throw it against the inside of his tree spire to see what would
happen. Each time was a new effect and the properties of the stone were unpredictable
from what you would do to it. The stone was from a waterfall which had sparkling gems
and stones by the millions. It literally rained gems with the falling waters, some as big as
the sorceror's head. When he found the falls, he instinctively reached his hand into the
steady streaming liquid and plucked a delightful green rock. Stuffing it into his wood-lace
gown (made from the bark of trees which certain beetles he'd befriended would eat and
spin out something like a 'beetle silk' which was exceptionally acute with conducting
locally available kinetic energies which could be harnessed for his spell weaving. A
beetle from the process of making the threads would always live inside the gown to
make sure Herdoles was comfortable in it. Forgetting about the green object, he took a
dip in the lake of magic gems and fell asleep underwater. He was able to breathe
Yet another object he found was a vial of a blue-green liquid which was almost chewy in
how thick it was, gathered from a tiny pool he found beside a den of animals most similar
to dog species on Earth. The six legged thick green furred animals had enormously long
snouts with mouths with teeth that must have been in the hundred in each gum line.
They were extremely tall and were at present sleeping together without a sentry
awake.There were thousands of them in all scattering across the distance and under the
dreamy silver moonlight, their heaving chests and billowing bellies reminded him of
leaves on a tree responding to some gentle wind. Apparently the unusual animals drew
some power from the reservoir of blue-green liquid which was inexplicably thick yet
remained in the state of liquidity despite it's viscosity. The little pond was surrounded by
rocks which were actually soft to the touch. Herdoles wouldn't have disturbed them but
could sense that if he'd pressed into them, they'd be squishy. His perceptions would be
verified later when he stepped on one of the same kind of stones after gathering the
tandem within space so that it appeared to him that this little water hole might be
connected to a hole in space. These existed and they were anchored somewhere,
round cap (he used his fingernail instead of any other tool) appeared from his gown and
he uncapped it, turned it upside down and hung it over the puddle. Suspended from
some grass wire he'd tied to the bottom of the vial, he saw that the liquid began making
its way upward and into the wooden vessel! It was a slow upward drip and pretty soon,
enough of it was in his vial. His cap was a dried mushroom which snugly fit over the
rounded wood bottle. Topping it off and retreating from the source set off one of the her
which had a long white goatee that was blowing to and fro by some breeze that wasn't
coming from anywhere in the air. The creature snapped to attention and an involuntary
rumble erupted from its crocodile like mouth. Soon this became a growl with a high
pitched squeal following it which awoke the entire pack at once! More appeared from
caves Herdoles had not bothered to notice were there (let alone their entrances were in
pitch darkness but who needed sight when he had sorcery). They all began to look with
startling intelligence and the sorcerer simply stared back, enjoying his moment with the
sublime creatures. His heart was racing and the danger was beyond measure but he
was comfortable to be relieving the pool of its plunder for his work and to take what the
dogs had in return for him. The judgment was in-- it felt amusing to them, Herdoles
determined and if he had just taken a slight bit more or less of the stuff that the delicate
levity of making them all begin to howl and preen in amusement would have been lost.
They went back to rest but would have not tolerated more...
The last thing he gathered for his laboratory he found by a tree which constantly burned
at the base and was surrounded by water. The natural moat prevented fire from
spreading beyond the perimeter of the flaming trunk which was obviously immune to fire
completely. The tree itself seemed to have some natural defense that inhibited the
flames from rising any higher than at the very bottom. Some natural gas vein was
probably spitting gas through a fissure in the ground which had somehow evolved with
this tree on top of it. When Herdoles had come cross this place he dove straight into the
glassy greenish water and gently floated with guidance from his kick below the surface
Quickly he plunged his hand into the flames spewing from the fissure of gas at the stony
bark base. He came up with a scoop of insects with similar armor on their exoskeletons
as the reddish stone exterior on the base of the tree. His hand was badly burned which
would have been impossible if the tree were not magnificently magical (which made the
pain and damage worth it to him), but the insects quickly sucked out the heat, and his
hand returned to normal almost instantly as he withdrew it from the fire. The naturally
healing insects were all shaped similar to seashells and had millions of little legs
between them to crawled all over his garb. They attuned themselves microscopically into
a natural lair within the wispy white fabric which was a material enough like their former
wooden home that they could survive there comfortably. If he was ever cold they would
activate at once and moving around in an army of action, their bustles would heat up his
entire body to a perfectly comfortable temperature. One of the insects had turned to
ignimbrite (volcanic rock) on the way out from the tree and landed in his hand which he
Herdoles peered out over the landscape from his nether window and using his to hike
his own light across the strand of a nether fiber, was able to perceive all the way down to
the ground as if his eyes were looking just above it from a floating position. The
individual multi-hued twigs with the leaves and the dirt had something like millipedes
crawling all over them but they were more like billipedes which sometimes began floating
upward into the air like miniature dirigibles from some self-activating gas and sack in
their bodies. From all the way up in his spiraling spire, leagues up and impossibly dark
he was still able to see with perfect clear vision the minute details of each individual leg
of the billipedes, if he needed to. He did acknowledge with his consciousness how long
he had been wrapped up within his research this time— he'd managed to lose himself
for longer than he could remember reflecting and learning from his new artifacts. Down
there on the ground was where he was going soon and he wanted to gauge his landing
Sensing H'aru the Swift had just popped into the nether hole again outside of Ulohjr, he
stuck his head out of the nether hole and kept going until his whole body was pushed out
like being birthed.His impossibly fine silky white gown assisted in his downward hike on
the air but he 'rode' the encircling branches on their auras, making it appear as if he was
afloat in a downward slide. His body merged with the powerful beetle woven garment so
that he contorted and billowed as a boat upon the air, uninhibited by physiological
constraints. When H'aru had plunged into the hole this time, Herdoles was struck by a
feeling of water flowing through him coldly. This was the bond he shared with his goblins
and H'aru was speeding through the abyss in a disembodied state which used the wood
Herdoles floated all the way down as if he were the force itself convincing a natural
whirlpool to spin into its collapsing conical signature, sailing around the divine tree on a
blanket of air. Cool, flowing breezes swooshed around his long ears and through his
currently magenta colored long stringy hair (on Earth people died theirs, Herdoles
couldn't retain the same color for more than an Earthly hour unless he concentrated) as
he lazily drifted toward his selected placement near the base of his tree house.
He made his way to Ulojhr by floating half the way out of sheer refusal to completely
wake up and pay attention to the ground he was stepping on, and went to a place where
there was fresh drinks and eats for him to awaken with. The merry Ulohrians danced
together and laughed in the rounded quadrangular purple light structure that was sort of
a pub and a meditation center in the same location for them. Herdoles blended into the
was uplifted and careful to maintain a mood which was wholesome for the party. For a
long while he patiently rested while his mind attuned to the waking tasks and he became
so still that he began to stop being visible as a humanoid anymore but directly as part of
the pink walls which were always billowing, rippling, shimmying and flashing in their
constant yield of focal communal energies. He wasn’t intending to hide exactly, but more
that he was comfortable blending in than being social. It wasn't exactly clear what had
brought him there that evening but he required something, a scrap of data for his spell
work which could only be found there. He was sure of this but not when it would arrive
and so melded with the atmosphere even more to marinate in the anticipation.