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The Mother Tree. Lore of "The Bowl"
When Kiwike first awoke and charged into battle. When she struck blows against godly beings. When she fought for her existence, when she fought for life. She struck a snowy tundra and it engulfed her arms, Hills, valleys and plains. All covered in beautiful snow. The mountains rose sharply and fell on knife's edge leaving cliffs to scour the land of Kiwike. The plains, so long and flat. That they seem a dessert with no end. The valleys cold, but protected. Most don't know that on Kiwike's arms, lay the Mother tree.
The mother tree, brought to us through Kiwike's battle with gods, served as a seed for all plants in the tundra. Tree's that spawned from her, grew in the coldest of nights. Forming large trees. Filled with many limbs, filled with life! From the limbs, came two things.
The First: Shelter.
It gave all those who followed The Mother tree a place to out-wait the cold of night.
The Second: Food.
From the limbs, seeds of wheat were found. Each seed would produced crops that could with stand the harsh cold.
The Mother Tree, guides all who follow her. She has plans for us. She believes that one day we will soar, she believes that one day we shall rule, she believes in us! Her humble followers!
So we live by a creed, set by the first followers. We live by a creed in which we repay The Mother Tree for her kindness. We are rewarded with live and in return, we spread the life of The Mother Tree.
This is our creed:
Thou shalt not fell the oaks, with many limbs. They are the off spring of The Mother Tree.
Thou shalt not mutilate the land. The Mother Tree has given us many opportunities to find what we need. In the ground, follow the river of life that has carved the rock and pick what you need from the walls.
Thou shalt shall live sustainably. Trees that are felled shall be replace with saplings, to grow in The Mother Trees name. Cattle shall be bred, before slaughter.
Thou shalt live in harmony with The Mother Tree. If you feel her presence let your fellow neighbor know. It is not vain to call out to The Mother Tree and ask for a guide through the tough times.
Thou shalt love thy neighbor. For with out community, non can live.
((WIP let me know what you think. This is souly the lore of the town I am part of "The Bowl" Found in a large snow Biome.))
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Snow nation would be sweet, hasnt been done before on kiwike.
