Megardinas

In the land of Dorinian the peaceful Megardinas continue to migrate from their home land: Gargan towards the inner reaches of the swamps: Aspirit.

This is not ideal, as the creatures need the warmth of the sun and a dry arid space...to maintain both the fire in their chest burning, and the magic that keeps them from being regular trees. But the gentle giants have no choice, choosing to venture into the depths of the foggy wet lands was to escape true death, brought on by invaders from another realm.

The poor creatures were pushed out by the inescapable claws of smaller, angry monsters, comparable to nothing seen in Dorinian before. The Devils came, pulled from the hearth of each Megardina the flames of life, turned them to no more than statues...and then...

Many a giant was cut down, and it's entirety severed into pieces. Body parts strewn and mangled...to be put back together in terrifying grotesque shapes. The demonic rodents would then inhabit their demented art, made of young and old carcasses alike.

The few remaining tribes...decided that it would be best to retreat to the wetlands of Aspirit, where they could at least negate death and hibernated for a century or so. The younger members felt this was not ideal, wishing to stand against (what they referred to the invaders as) the Degatons.

The young members said that it was time for war. The elders begged they simply let go of their hate and move forward toward the wet lands. Their Sages had already reported that in their visions, no Megardina would survive. Degatons, though small, were far faster than any of them. It was suicide. Yet still a small group moved forward.

This revolt of youth was quickly hushed however, as the Degatons saw the attack from miles away. They used their dark arts to take from the regime their fire, freeze them in their path, and once more...create new places for their selves to actively inhabit.

So with a disposition such as theirs...the elders of the Megardinas continued plans to migrate from Gargan. As numbers dwindled, the need to leave became more urgent...and no smiles were seen on any Megardina. To conserve energy, and keep themselves better hidden, they dimmed their flames, leaving their bodies gray, and their chests seemingly hollowed.

This also gave the a level playing field to move around at night. Though Megardinians are giant and slow, in total darkness, that didn't matter. As difficult as it had been, and as terrible of a journey one could imagine, the gentle creatures finally made it to their destination.

Aspirit was not a wonderful area. The land held many dangers for smaller creatures, and was domain to an ancestor similar to Megardianians. This creatures however had split paths with them choosing war and violence in wake of any threat. As such they had evolved over time to be far more stealthy and agile.

They left their dead on the outside of the lands as warning to those who dared to venture in. Bodies were often cast aside and simply rotted where they were slain. Opposed to Megardinians, the Triviolettees did not rely on Sun for nourishment. A Triviolette would gain strength from that of the soil and water at their feet. The bodies of the slain brining forth nutrients as it festered in the waters and land.

Degatons found Triviolettees to be fearsome, and stayed far away from Aspirit. Megardinians did not fear Triviolettees as they were still kindred. Simply the land was not ideal, and the methods of living had become so unalike that the two stayed away from each other. In these times however, differences were put aside.

Only time will tell if the Megardinas survive the wake of what the Degatons have planned. But one thing was for sure. Moving into the dark wetlands would only give them so much time. Surely they Degatons would come looking for them as they continued their spread of destruction across the land.