Nowhere

The city has a name, just like all the human cities have.

But the people don't use it, and the new generation will most likely grow up never hearing the name and so it will be forgotten. If people call the city with a name they say "Nowhere", and this name is said with hushed voices, like a name of a lover. 

The city is like a woman; lover and mother to us all. Her hair raises in the sky like a brown and dark grey smoke, her thousand eyes look at her children from the lit as well as dark windows of the buildings, she is dressed in the dress like the shadows in the alleys and dead ends, and her mind is fast and restless like the people who live in the arms of her streets. She hides knifes in the pockets of her children and guns under their pillows. She wears jewels like the neon lights, and she sings for you with never ending voice of the sirens, barking of the fighting dogs, music from the bars, the screams of women, shouts of the men, the laughter of the children and the sound of the gunshot from few blocks away.

The city is a reckless and a cruel lover; full of wits of the moment. She'll seduce you with the whispered voices of the whores in the street corners, the hushed words with the courtesan behind the glass. She'll make you drunk with the wink from the dealer in the game board, bewitch you with things you can't find, ("but we happen to have one of those"), showing you the secret parts she hides, like women hides their breasts; all those shady bars, clubs and shops where you can buy anything your heart desires. She will favor you in one moment, give you fame and money and women, and toss your dead body in the dark alley in next. She will kill your family and friends, and then give you your revenge in a silver plate.

But the city is mother to all. She opens her arms for the foreigners as well as for the native ones, her shadowy alleys give a hide for her children, and she will lead the rich people lost in her streets, complex like the mind of a woman; and this way she will feed her children.

People who lives in these streets; in her arms, love her and curse her name. They dream their dreams here and they bleed their blood in these streets.

Many of them have born here.

But every one of them dies here.

Mother Tree

Mother Trees are ancient trees that form the consciousness of the forest.
Usually forest has one Mother Tree, but large forests, like Great Eastern forest, that really are formed from several smaller forest grown together, can have several.

Mother trees guard and nurture the forest and beings living there.
It is also believed that small forest sprites are first born from the Mothet Trees.
These small spirits later gain purpose and name from the humans, if they are seen often.
The more spesific the name, the more power the spirit has. (ie. "Lake spirit" is small name, with very little power, while "Lake spirit Kosketar" is more spesific, with more power).

Humans, if avare where the local Mother Tree lays, often worship it, and ask for good fortune and safety in forest from them.

Havatar Emopuu

Kaitsija katainen
Tuudittaja tuominen
Honkainen huolenpitäjä
Pihlajainen paimen

Havatar Emopuu is one of the Mother Trees of the Great Eastern forest.
Ancient as she is, it is impossible to tell what kind of tree she is. Moreover, it seems like there might be few trees in her, entwined together to form one living being.
She has dark, greyish brown, thik and rought bark, small, dark green leaves and she bears small, red and juisy, but bitter fruits from time to time.

She mothers the portion of the woods near the southwest part of the Forest's edge.
Relatively close to the human settlements, she is known among them, and few people even know her whereabouts.
Her wisdom respected among those humans as well as the forest kin, she is mostly left rest.

Her youngest son, Kohka, was born with amber eyes, and is thus exepted to grow up to be the next Goldhorn.