epiphyte landscape

The entire realm is a seemingly endless mass of brightness laced with these Epiphyte Trees. Gravity is Subjective directional, meaning that if you think that down is down it will be. Animals lack the ability to change their innate subjective directional gravity so they live out their endless day on the epiphite where they were born. Some are cast out in wind and rainstorms and find other copses on which to live. Anything which flies has a massive advantage to it’s survival. The Epiphyte trees are the only islands of sustinence in this otherwise empty plane. Imagine a giant Oak tree, but instead of growing into the ground, it bears leaves in a mirror image of top and bottom. These tree-islands gain their sustenance from the rain and dust storms that cross the realm and from the Krystallos. From anywhere, nearly a fifth of the “sky” is darker, a dim spot on the epiphyte landscape known as the Dark Blight. The elves of the Vinea live in and around the Blight, though we know not why. Rolling clouds swirl across the skyscape and obscure vision. Most of the bright world is sparsely populated by the Drys, who live as scavengers and hunters. Most Epiphyte islands are too small to support even one humanoid though there are some that are colossal elder trees. With such small “land” masses, civilized cultivation of food is very unlikely. The epiphyte trees are unintelligent but, somehow, live trees never collide. They quietly vear away from each other and never pass where their boughs might touch. Deadfall, however, may collide and often seems pulled to create massive bleached wood planetoids. Each one is an invaritable tinderbox and eventually catches fire to burn and smolder for weeks creating a new dust storm. There are no mineral deposits naturally present in any large amount. Wood is the hardest substance that these wild elves have ever experienced except the rare few who have found a way to grasp at the Krystallos.

epiphyte landscape

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