Yggdrasil
At the center of the greenfolk territory between the west and north stands the largest tree in the world. Most call it “Yggdrsil” but greenfolk just call it “The Root” or “Root”.
Yggdrasil is not merely a tree, but a living principle of connection—an unseen lattice of roots threading through worlds, binding distant realms, times, and possibilities into a single, hidden whole. What mortals call “Yggdrasil” is only ever a fragment: a single root given form, emerging into their reality as a vast and ancient tree whose true scope lies far beyond perception.
In any given realm, it appears as a singular wonder. Some see it as the first tree, older than the world itself; others as a divine axis, anchoring heaven, earth, and the unseen below. Its bark may shimmer with faint runes, its roots plunge impossibly deep, and its branches seem to brush against stars or vanish into mist. Strange phenomena gather around it—time slipping, visions surfacing, paths appearing where none should exist.
To most, it is sacred but local: a holy site, a font of life, or a silent witness to history. Druids may revere it as the source of all growing things, priests as a gift or remnant of the gods, and common folk as a place of pilgrimage, fear, or superstition. Stories differ, but all agree it stands apart from ordinary nature.
Only the most learned scholars and powerful spellcasters suspect the truth—that their “tree” is not whole, but a single root of an incomprehensible greater being. They theorize that each manifestation touches other worlds, that its roots do not merely burrow through soil but through reality itself, and that somewhere beyond all realms exists the true Yggdrasil: a vast, conceptual entity whose branches are worlds and whose roots are the pathways between them.