Dicra

The treeborn wizard

Not all umorus are created equal. Not all absorb the rich metals of the earth and glow with a need for attention. According to myths, deep within the swamps of mystife is an umorus that bears more resemblance to a dryad than their fellow kin. Sickly grey good from their limbs, curling around glassy growths. Something mystical about their arts, many have claimed they have seen this wooded umorus wielding their own tail as a staff, glowing with a power beyond that of an ordinary lightshow custom of their species. Wearing once regal, almost scholarly robes, now have been covered with mossy growths, and once gleaming gold attachments now showing clear rust and decay. Those who seek them out are searching for something the world wont give them, something only the murky fogs of the swamp have tempted out of their hearts. Most commonly in these myths, a lumbering figure follows the lithe wizard. It bears the most resemblance to a mystal, the most common companion of the umorus, but no mystal towers above people like a beast ready to devour... right? It is said to act as a pondering orb to the wizard, though at the size it has been recorded at, a transport seems most likely to be it's purpose.

(Writing by wild_fire !)