She led a small cult that dwelled within the wild, and some say that she worshiped some entity dark and foul, while others say that she worshiped the primal aspects of nature. The truth is likely never to be revealed, but what is known is that her followers would lure drunk sailors into the woods where they would perform their foul rites which ended in sacrifice.

Such actions never stay secret forever, and several knights sworn to Kael hunted down the cult, bringing them to quick and brutal justice. The priestess lay beheaded at the roots of a thick oak, and her dark blood soaked into the soil. Her severed head smiled, and she whispered some foul words, a petition to the darkness.

The roots of the oak writhed, stretching out and piercing her dying flesh, drinking up her foul blood. The tree shuddered and shed every leaf on its branches, which began to contort and reach out for the knights. Two were caught in the wooden embrace and were crushed. As the last knight fled, he looked back to see the tree rising upon its roots and withdraw into the forest.

The tree has been seen a handful of times since, deep within the wood. Each grim explorer spoke of a pulsating orifice partly concealed within the roots, and they witnessed the birthing of a terrible creature that bleated like a goat as it thrashed about in the horrendous afterbirth.