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One of the oldest living beings that still roam the earth and remember some of the past and fallen civilizations are Wyrdstonites. Rare nowadays, they can still be seen in their wandering and pilgrimage. This sentient constructs of blessed stone and vines, hardened timber and arcane energies were once made to serve manifold purposes – from guardians to gardeners, from builders to destroyers. But their masters are long gone, transcended to a higher plane as they would like to tell. Leaving their faithful servants behind without purpose or meanings, free to roam and find their own. And so, they did! Functionally immortal and augmented with high intelligence in their thaumaturgic cortexes, they decided to take things slow and instead of forming a nation or infighting for power, they scattered far and wide over the many realms of Posterra to learn, teach and find their own ways. Many crumbled when facing titanic beasts or malevolent magic. Some turned corrupt by the insidious touch of the Dreadwake. More still simply found a spot to sit in and meditate for centuries, buried and overgrown with the tides of time that forces the earth to shift and plants to grow and conquer. Some returned to the wild places and formed a Circle of Druids where they held highest authority and power, famous for never abusing it and staying close to the initial purpose of the newfound organization – to protect nature, to nourish growth and keep the seasons in balance.

Description
One of the oldest living beings that still roam the earth and remember some of the past and fallen civilizations are Wyrdstonites. Rare nowadays, they can still be seen in their wandering and pilgrimage. This sentient constructs of blessed stone and vines, hardened timber and arcane energies were once made to serve manifold purposes – from guardians to gardeners, from builders to destroyers. But their masters are long gone, transcended to a higher plane as they would like to tell. Leaving their faithful servants behind without purpose or meanings, free to roam and find their own. And so, they did! Functionally immortal and augmented with high intelligence in their thaumaturgic cortexes, they decided to take things slow and instead of forming a nation or infighting for power, they scattered far and wide over the many realms of Posterra to learn, teach and find their own ways. Many crumbled when facing titanic beasts or malevolent magic. Some turned corrupt by the insidious touch of the Dreadwake. More still simply found a spot to sit in and meditate for centuries, buried and overgrown with the tides of time that forces the earth to shift and plants to grow and conquer. Some returned to the wild places and formed a Circle of Druids where they held highest authority and power, famous for never abusing it and staying close to the initial purpose of the newfound organization – to protect nature, to nourish growth and keep the seasons in balance.