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The mind within the liquid grew conscious. It hadn’t given itself a name yet. The liquid spread through the tree, the grass, the flowers, bringing nature back. The liquid seeped through every cell of its hosts, meshing with the fibers of their being. The flowers were plentiful, the grass was green, and the tree blossomed. The liquid spread, through the dirt, a single consciousness remaining connected regardless of how it moved, splitting itself apart and spreading its reach across the terrain.
As the liquid spread, moving in and out of individual cells, organisms, and objects, it learned more. One fateful day the liquid made its way, entering an elf’s blood. The liquid had taken its first breath, opened its eyes for the first time, and taken its first steps. The unique feeling, wind blowing through the elf’s long white hair, grass brushing through each individual toe, the clothes weight down on
The elf kept its gaze up at the sun, taking in its heat radiating through the cracks in the trees. The consciousness instead was intrigued by the ants making their way past a blade of grass a few meters from the elf. Immediately the consciousness spoke to all other fragments of the liquid. The liquid quickly spread its way through the dirt and grass, entering cows, ants, birds, humans, and fish alike. A unified gasp for air, having reached the far corners of the world, the purple shaded black eyes blinking in sync.
Within a half second the liquid left the bloodstream of the entities it inhabited, making its way back into the dirt. All the fragments left, except the one that remained in that elf girl’s blood,
[[File:Caravan Tree 2.png|thumb|A Depiction of The Caravan's First Tree Based Fragment]]
One such entity, spun up from the nearby trees, grass, and stone, stood at the edge of Prospit. Its center of mass was humanoid, with 4 legs made of intertwining branches wrapped around large rocks for feet. It’s back slouched forward, emphasizing the length of the individual tendrils escaping from where it’s shoulders should be. The tendrils dragged across the floor, the dark brown branches leaving their imprint in the dirt. Its face was twisted, its mouth shifted nearly vertically, placed where it’s cheek should be. Last of all were the piercing black eyes, cemented in place, the light purple reflection barely noticeable in the light of the setting sun.
The various entities comprised of twigs, stones, dirt, grass, and other compost all collapsed, the liquid moving continuously throughout the land. Fragments bent themselves into entities at will, assembling and dismantling with ease. They could take a few steps, speak, breathe, listen, just as most higher creatures would, before returning to the dirt. The elf with the black eyes knelt, brushing
The liquid did not see through the elf that much should be apparent. Its consciousness was an expanse, viewing everything at once, as if it were all an extension of the liquid, every organism and object registered as a feeling cycling through a nerve. This description alone isn’t enough, for the consciousness saw all paths in time leading to the point it was in. It saw everything from each tree being cut down to each thought and feeling circulating within creatures. The liquid didn’t care, it observed, watching the landscape shift. Each individual fragment making up the whole caravan was part of the ‘us’, sharing consciousness. Soon even the Felu fragment discarded the body, forcing the earth around it to swallow it whole. Felu quickly traveled through the landscape, making its way to the base of the tree where the first drop had fallen. With the resources around itself the fragment rebuilds the elf’s body, taking hold of it once more.
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[[File:Caravan Centipede.png|thumb|A depiction of The Caravan fragment as a centipede]]
The centipede-like creature moved from tree to tree, circulating around the man, eventually reshaping itself into a blonde girl. The girl stepped out from behind the tree, as story book as you would expect a flawless maiden to be.
His body shuddered slightly within
The man's face was slightly strained, “What weight?”
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After weeks of travel and losing 8 followers to bandits, the Felu fragment finally took notice. The 112 remaining followers sat around the camp, burning large bonfires to ward off bandit encounters. A noise startled everyone, followed by the center most flame turning to a black, reflecting a purple light. Fear spread quickly, some arming themselves looking to the surrounding trees for bandits, others delving directly into prayer, and a few running into the forest.
The fire regained its color as a deer walked forward into the clearing, bows and swords directed at it. The followers watched in horror as the deer stood on its hind legs, its bones cracking, blood spilling from the twisted joints. The deer grew more and more humanoid, the fur receding, the pigmentation of its skin changing near pale, and hair spreading from the now head of the creature. In a matter of seconds, Felu opened
An arrow flew past, originating from shaky hands, landing in the dirt next to Felu. Maoilios stood in the middle of the crowd, capturing Felu’s unwavering gaze. Another arrow flew, burying itself into the tree behind the fragment. Arrows continued to fly, each miss calling for another one. At some point, realization struck that the arrows were changing direction as they approached the elf-like creature in front of them.
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Maoilios stepped forward slightly, still shuddering, “Devourer you should not have returned to the Plane of Existence. It is cruel of you to use Erses’ form to strike fear into my men. I will act on behalf of Erses to banish you from this place.”
Felu strutted forward up to Maoilios resting
“The Devourer would have us lose our faith,” Maoilios shouted to his followers before pushing away the fragment. Felu laughed slightly before skipping slightly into the clearing,
===The First Owner of Felumaru===
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