Plane of Growth

The Plane of Growth, from which life itself flows into the world of Norrath, is the domain of Tunare. Gentle plains, broad swathes of thick forest, slowly flowing streams, and strong tall mountains form the realm of the Mother of All. As with other deities, Tunare is ancient beyond reckoning, though her manifestation is young and vital. She keeps a close eye on all of her creations, from the smallest leaf to the tallest oak, her omniscience being equally present in both her astral domain and upon the primal world of Norrath.

Any mortals powerful enough to enter the Plane of Growth will soon find themselves standing on the rolling plains. The plains comprise nearly one quarter of the landscape. Across the plains, horses and wolves roam freely and without fear, simply reveling in endless exercise and gaiety. Although as vicious looking as their Norrathian counterparts, the wolf will not hunt any of the other creatures in the plane, respecting the peace of Tunare's dominion. Occasionally, one might see a large and ancient silver wolf among the pack. Also, a unicorn may be observed running with the herds of horses.

Splitting the plane in half is a stream – the Stream of Silence. The stream begins its life in the great Takish mountains, cascading from the heart of the range. It turns into a waterfall at the Lake of The Whispering, then slowly meanders its way towards the edge of the plane, where its regenerative waters flow outward into the primal, material world.

Tunare must constantly let loose the smallest portion of her soul, allowing it to join the Stream of Rebirth that flows into the material world, refreshing and renewing the soul of Norrath.

Near the Lake of the Whispering is the entrance to the elven holy city of Takish`Hiz, of which the mortal city of the same name is a pale imitation. Elves will pass into the city when their time is finished, to learn of things past, present, and future. At its gates stands a guardian of unsurpassed might. Mortal elves who approach the gates will be barred; those who are insistent shall have their souls wrenched from their bodies and sent into exile for their transgression against Tunare's will.

On the other side of the stream is the forest, thick and dark. Trees of all shapes and sizes exist in the Plane of Growth, and creatures of all types watch over the trees – from mighty Treants, to the distant cousins of elves, the nymphs. Most abundant among the trees are the powerful Entolings. These creatures were created by Tunare before the elves and are extremely deadly in performing their task of protecting the plane from all outside beings who do not enjoy Tunare's blessing.

This old book is titled "Dragoon Zytl - Black Rank". It is the account of a dark elven soldier that appears to have lived hundreds of years ago. Its chronicle tells of the Dragoon's adventures throughout Norrath during the Time of Turmoil. Through much work, most of the missing pages have been found.

The Outpost serves no purpose. Why do we Teir'Dal, rightful owners of Norrath, insist on working "with" these mindless Trolls and Ogres? They need to be whipped into submission, not worked alongside with. Were it not for these degenerate lizard-men, the King would never stand for this!

I have been called back to my home. Though I will not say it aloud, I miss Neriak like one misses a lover. I have suffered the dishonor of briefing the General on the route I took each night on my patrol. Whereas I was able to take the path myself, exterminating anything that dared walk upon it, the General plans on bringing a whole contingent of Dragoons with him. Knowing him, he'll get them all killed.

We have convinced the captain of this abomination of a ship to remain quiet about our presence. We too will visit this frozen land just as our degenerate cousins have done. There must be something here that draws them so. We will find what it is and report it to our glorious King.

We have found her home. The one they call their mother, Tunare. She feels it with every death. With every one of these creatures felled, it is like a slash to her face. We can hear her cries of pain echo from the trees themselves. And the way our brethren stand in horror as we slaughter the children of their Mother. I have never known a joy so much as I know now.

I have been honored by both my King and my Prince for leading the squad to the Plane of Growth. I was judged worthy enough to be told that our discovery has caused the King and Queen to come upon a stroke of inspiration. I know nothing more than that, but it is enough to swell my chest with pride.

I have been personally selected by my King to extract the secrets of the Spires from the Scions. I do not trust these mysterious individuals. They seem to contain much power, or how else could they have unlocked the secrets of the Spires. I will bring with me a whole contingent of Dragoons to be on the safe side.