Along the southern border of the Ithmia, a great convulsion shook the
forest floor, and the boughs of a great ash tree shivered and quaked.
For centuries the forest had sheltered that tree, the home of the
Ancient Circle of Druids, solitary and steadfast, even as civilisation
made its constant march, just steps away from the wildwood.

Suddenly, an ear-splitting crack tore across the heavens, and the
looming tree uprooted, spraying dark clumps of soil across the land as
it ripped away from the earth. With a tremendous shudder, the monolithic
sentinel shifted toward the Eastern Ithmia, heaving across the land with
deafening stomps. The Zaphar River churned with each monstrous step, its
seething waters rising in choppy waves as the gnarled tree lumbered
toward the heart of the forest.

The land shuddered for one brief, final moment as the colossal tree
settled amidst the sprawling village of Eleusis, its massive roots
plunging into the forest loam.

Thus, upon the seventeenth of Daedalan, six hundred and nineteen years
after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire, did the Ancient Circle of
Druids unite with the village of Eleusis, with whom they have long
shared purpose, and now share a home.

Penned by My hand on the 21st of Chronos, in the year 619 AF.