Treant

Long ago, the gods created a world full of beauty & resources; ready to embrace all life that would come to inhabit it, the world started to become populated with animals, plants, and sentient beings like elves, beastmen, demons, humans, and more. At first, the races lived in harmony, and the gods granted blessings to help them grow, build, and hunt. It was wondrous, but then, conflict started to rise between the races; as time passed, darkness began to fester in their hearts: they grew envious of the others strengths, anxious & fearful at what they could do, disgusted at their appearances. Pressure continued to rise until it couldn’t any longer, and the Grand War descended upon those prepared and unprepared… The gods knew the sentient races couldn’t exist without conflict, as they themselves couldn’t, but to see how fast they have fallen into madness… Destruction erupted and came to every corner of the world, nothing was untouched by the war, millions of lives were gone in the blink of an eye for the gods, and there was no end in sight. The world that they all created together was being destroyed bit by bit by the war, but only when the races started committing unspeakable acts to each other and their own, even to the very world to gain unnatural power did they intervene. They all unified and came to an agreement. They descended to their now ruined world and forced the fighting to a close with their power and might. Once that was done, they enforced an enactment across the world; a price for all the terrible happenings during the Grand War. For all things, no matter how far away they were, they heard these words: "You had peace, you had hope, you all had a beautiful world, but now, you have BURNT it to the ground, you all have done sick, twisted deeds to gain the slightest edge in battle… We gave blessings, with the goal to help and spread growth, but you have absconded from our wishes and only used them for self-interest and murder… There was no need for such a large and bloody war to happen, yet this is what it came down to, the war wasn’t going to end before taking the entire world down with it. And so, we had no other choice but to get involved. We gods have decided upon a fitting punishment for ALL to live under… The world shall be refitted anew with resources to make up for what has been destroyed, burned, and the horrid damage to the planet will be reversed, however, since all of you created conflict with each other in a peaceful world, we thought you all would make peace with one another in a violent one. In 10 years time, monsters shall start roaming the world, spreading forth the destruction you all once wrought… Apart, you have no chance to survive the tide of change, but together, you will survive. That is all…prepare with these 10 years, and we wish you all the best of luck." The entire speech was done by the leader of the gods, the Goddess of Creation. And with a bright flash of light, they couldn't see anything, but once their vision returned, they were surprised. The gods were gone, and the world was no longer broken, scarred... but it wasn’t as beautiful as before the Grand War, this was an unspoken punishment from the gods: the world would NOT return to how it was, no matter how much they pleaded for its beauty to return. There was another untold punishment that everyone noticed imminently on reawakening, that their previous powers were now gone! All forms of power were reset to zero, and they would have to start from scratch! Without them being able to curse out the goddess for this indignation in fear of the incoming catastrophe, the races began to rebuild and train to recoup their strength. While they had made peace and worked mutually, there was always an underlying conflict, intolerance, lingering from the Grand War. As their time came to a close, things came to fruition just as the goddess said, monsters now roamed the world, spreading the havoc once sown by their own hands.

In the mystical world of Saigües, Grandézil, the ancient and dying World Tree, finds herself on the brink of extinction, unable to access her full divine power. Once a towering and revered goddess, Grandézil now exists in a weakened, quasi-death state, her powers limited and her connection to the world severed. However, a stroke of fortune strikes when she awakens the loyalty of Titan, a mighty treant guardian, and learns that she can restore her strength through the power of faith. As she begins to garner worship from her followers, Grandézil discovers that she belongs to an ancient class of deities called the Mythical Ones, beings who once drew their strength from cosmic forces. Now, however, she must rely on the belief of her followers to regain her power, an uncertain path in a world where the competition for faith is fierce. Determined to rise again, Grandézil embarks on a journey to gather followers and reclaim her former glory. As she uncovers the intricacies of faith, power, and divine politics, Grandézil realizes that her survival depends not only on her own strength but also on the devotion she can inspire in others. Can the once-mighty World Tree reclaim its place as a force of nature, or will the fading goddess fall into obscurity forever?

"The Earth was chosen by the gods, and all humans were sent to another world, participating in a 'Dark Lord and Hero's game'. Billions of humans played the roles of 'Dark Lord' and 'Hero', each needing to choose their initial race at the beginning. Ethan Jackson was matched to the 'Dark Lord' faction and became a Dungeon King. To his surprise, he found that he could see hidden information that others couldn't... [Goblin Dark Lord] Low-level Bloodline, not recommended. [Stone Giant Dark Lord] Mid-level Bloodline, not recommended. [Magical Treant Dark Lord] High-level Bloodline, recommended. [Golden Divine Dragon Dark Lord] Top-level Bloodline, highly recommended! ... Heroes coveted Ethan's dungeon, and the treasures within it attracted numerous adventurers. Among them, there were young Lady Knights, the saints of the royal capital, tsundere female magicians, and innocent but naive female priests... Ethan could never have anticipated that. As the game had just begun, the dungeon's Goblin guards caught a Lady Knight and offered her to him as a tribute."

In the darkest most dangerous forest that most humans avoid out of pure fear, there is a treant, or humanoid living tree creature. He is the last guardian of said forest and remains as the last defense between the demon lords army's and the human continent.

"A fantasy LitRPG about traversing through worlds and slaying giants with nothing but a wooden suit and an army of treants." Nicholas Atkins didn't expect to wake up naked in the glowing woods. What he did expect was waking up to a hangover after last night's party- fortunately, that wasn't the case. Unfortunately though, he had worse problems to take care of than a headache. At first he blamed it on the alcohol; from what he recalled in Biology, glowing flowers didn't exactly exist in the realm of reality. However he was as sober as he could be, so next he blamed the drugs, but there was a problem- he didn't have the money to do drugs in the first place. When the fairies came, things became even weirder. Talks of climbing towers, magic tricks, and dinner were all on the table. Of course, dinner was the priority, but so was getting back home. However slowly, Nico realized that he might actually want to stay in this fantasy world. After all, he's had enough listening to Professor Paul's lecture on calculus- the swords and sorceries were just an added bonus. Still, staying in this new world has its own costs- and money is but one thing on that long, long list. * * * Updated everyday except Saturday GMT+8 (Specific time varies by around 30 minutes). Mon at 9:00 AM Tue at 12:00 PM Wed at 3:00 PM Thu at 6:00 PM Fri at 9:00 PM Sun at 12:00 AM

Due to an accident in launching of a new form of energy, radiation has spread throughout the earth. The radiation caused a drastic change to the plants and animals, forcing them to evolve. This evolvotion brought back many extinct species from the dinosaur era and even brought creatures from fantasies like goblins, orcs, treants, dryad, drakes, ect. To cope with the changes and try to save the human race from extinction, the government built what was later called the [Humanity Dome]. This Dome would use the data gathered from the accident to form force fields that will keep the creatures out while also weakening the radiation within the Dome. Now thousands of years later a soul that manage to survive by absorbing the elements and the help of an entity has been placed into a newborn with a chance at new life. Humanity has created a immersive virtual space run by an A.I. called Gia and with this space they made a new VR game called [World's At Rise] that has been made with the inputs of information gathered form scans and data collected while the A.I. creates the world. The government put a lot into making this game.

A baby treant is born in a fantasy filled world and is just trying to survive and evolve.

First,‌ ‌everything‌ ‌was‌ ‌fire,‌ ‌it‌ ‌killed,‌ ‌it‌ ‌consumed,‌ ‌and‌ ‌it‌ ‌gave‌ ‌him‌ ‌life.‌ ‌ He‌ ‌was‌ ‌just‌ ‌a‌ ‌tree,‌ ‌born‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌biggest‌ ‌forest‌ ‌that‌ ‌remained‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌world,‌ ‌full‌ ‌of‌ ‌dryads,‌ ‌naiads,‌ ‌elves‌ ‌and‌ ‌treants,‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌alone.‌ ‌ ‌ He‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌see.‌ ‌He‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌talk.‌ ‌Curiosity‌ ‌plagued‌ ‌him. He‌ ‌dreamed‌ ‌of‌ ‌wandering‌ ‌the‌ ‌land,‌ ‌but‌ ‌could‌ ‌only‌ ‌wonder‌ ‌what‌ ‌stood outside‌ ‌the‌ ‌reach‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌roots.‌ ‌ ‌ The tree was tired of waiting. He‌ ‌decided‌ ‌to‌ ‌not‌ ‌just‌ ‌dream,‌ ‌but‌ ‌to‌ ‌‌act.‌ ‌How could he survive against a invading empire, a grand conspiracy that threatened to shake the foundations of the world, and the raw danger that lies within these woods? With pure determination. Warning - There are quite a few POV changes in the first chapters, but that'll change after the introduction is done, as I'll be focusing on the MC perspective only.

This is about the Treant sage going back in time to the beginning of the Apocalypse. He was a Neutral Sage, one of the 7 sages that were known to have formed after the 2nd Wave. Also the most powerful one and the one that was the hardest to kill. P.S. The picture isn't mine...

there are other authors involved in this project, until now only the author itsurbff (hasn't been updated in along time)with her story: Titanomachia; Daughter of War. If you want to join comment your discord ID under the shameless author review. Enjoy ! My name is Pan. If you could see me right now you would laugh. why ? well... there is no person that would not be suprised by a talking tree. thats right, I am a talking and walking tree otherwise known as a Treant. so let me tell you my story...

I was reborn as the grandson of the legendary duke, with the strongest magic talent. However, I became a wreck overnight and was exiled. When I hold a million soldiers, I swept across the deserted land, conquering countless territories, resources and minerals. Abyss Legion, Dragon Legion, Blazing Angel Group, Ancient Treant Group... All listen to my orders! When Resti Heller led countless divine-level legions out of the deserted land, the emperors of the various empires began to be confused. What it meant was that even the most ancient empire would fall under the cruel oppression of Heller. The invincible dynasty, the immortal demon, and the invincible abyss were all crushed! Only an invincible king was needed in this world! That was Resti Heller!

What should I do after transmigrating into the royal family of the Night Elf race with countless beautiful Elves surrounding me? Luckily, I possess the Elf Empire System. [New mission received: Guard the base] [Unlock: Tree of Life, Ancient Treant, Moon Well] [Mission completed. Obtained: Elf Swordsman, Elf Magician, Elf Archer, Elf Huntress] As long as I have the resources, I can summon an army of endless Elf babes. Humans? Beasts? Undead? Dwarves? Dragons? Titans? I’m sorry, the world belongs to us, the Night Elves!

I was a Warcasted, a creature made for war and destruction, a mix of a core of a Treant and a Golem. I was able to overcome my fate as a tool of people that hungered for power. My name is Talos, formerly known as Test/Unit 1 and this is the story how I fought, found love, overcame my fate and came out on top against all odds. Witness the Rise of the Spirit King. I hope you enjoy my story

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Welcome to the City of Dawnhaven. A place made up of those running from something and those to something. The city of chances that welcomes people and races from all walks of life: -A spirit elf who tried to make skewer sticks using the branches from the Tree of life claiming it would push the meaty flavors to a whole new level. This ended up with him being kicked out however his dream to be a well-renowned chef has only just begun -A gray orc who decided to be a tailor and seamster making some of the finest clothes be they normal or just in case you need something a little custom-made with some top-tier magical enchantments, the gray orc will not disappoint. - A half-merman that actively tries to make every resident of the city a member of his nonexistent pirate crew and moonlights as a shameless bard on the side trying to draw in recruits with exaggerated tales -A hobgoblin who wants to be a renowned adventurer -A half-moon elf half-vampire skilled in healing spells enough to rival treants skilled in restoration spells - A father, husband, and strange creature enthusiast looking for a fresh start for himself and his family. Will all who come to Dawnhaven be able to truly leave their past behind or will it catch up to them and threaten to drown the city. Only time will tell... Author’s disclaimer: Hey there Daynight dreamer here also author of the daily life of a cultivation Judge. I welcome you all into the new journey with the City of Dawnhaven. The world the story is based on is very huge so I'll share a map to help you keep track of where the kingdoms, empires, and other nations are located. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1V1rsUUQkC2vuqODRZEvu7I4ItDxEEQFJ/view?usp=share_link Above is the link to the map Thank you all!!!!!!!!

In a small town on the outskirts of a bustling metropolis, there lived Ronnie, a cross-dresser with a penchant for extravagant outfits and a heart full of dreams. In a world where conformity was the norm, Ronnie stood out as a beacon of individuality. However, life in this mundane world had never quite felt like home. One fateful evening, while attending an extravagant masquerade ball in their most dazzling ensemble, Ronnie stumbled upon an antique mirror tucked away in a dusty corner of the ballroom. The mirror, surrounded by flickering candlelight, seemed to beckon to Ronnie, promising something beyond their wildest dreams. Unable to resist its allure, Ronnie touched the mirror's surface and, in an instant, was consumed by a swirling vortex of colors and lights. When the chaos subsided, Ronnie found themselves in an entirely different realm, a world of magic and mythical creatures. As they adjusted to this new environment, Ronnie noticed their reflection in a nearby pond, which revealed their appearance had changed completely. They now possessed an otherworldly beauty, and their clothes had transformed into an elegant gown fit for a royal court. It seemed the mirror had not only transported them to a different realm but had also altered their very essence. In this enchanting realm, Ronnie discovered that they were in the land of Eldoria, a place filled with diverse lifeforms, from graceful elves and wise dwarves to majestic dragons and mischievous fairies. Magic flowed through the very air, and the land was divided into various kingdoms, each ruled by a different race. Desperate to return home, Ronnie set out on a quest to find the legendary Seer, an oracle rumored to possess the knowledge of traversing between realms. Along the way, they formed unlikely friendships with beings they had only read about in books, including a gentle giant of a treant, a cunning rogue sprite, and a loyal griffin companion. Their journey was fraught with peril as they encountered dark forests, treacherous swamps, and cunning sorcerers who sought to use Ronnie's unique abilities for their own gain. But with their newfound friends and an indomitable spirit, Ronnie continued their quest, learning valuable lessons of courage, acceptance, and the true meaning of identity. Throughout their adventures, Ronnie found that their cross-dressing, which had once been a source of insecurity, became a symbol of strength and resilience. They inspired others to embrace their individuality, challenging the rigid norms of Eldoria and fostering unity among its diverse inhabitants. As their journey neared its climax, Ronnie finally stood before the Seer, who revealed the secret of returning home. But with the newfound wisdom they had gained, Ronnie faced a difficult choice: to return to their old world or to stay in Eldoria and continue their adventures, forever challenging the boundaries of what it meant to be true to oneself. "The Enchanted Masquerade" is a tale of self-discovery, acceptance, and the magic that lies within each of us. It reminds us that it's our uniqueness that makes us extraordinary and that the journey to find oneself can lead to the most enchanting of places, even if they are in realms beyond our imagination.

The sky fractured. Not a storm, not a meteor, but a deliberate gash ripped into the fabric of reality, spewing forth creatures of impossible scale. Titans. Their obsidian scales glinted under the dying sun, their guttural roars shaking the very foundations of the city. I was a speck, a terrified ant caught in the path of a raging inferno. Panic turned into a desperate scramble for survival. Families shattered, friends turned into collateral damage. The world we knew, the dreams we held, crushed under the weight of a primordial nightmare. My own loved ones – gone. Their screams, etched forever into a memory that would forever fuel a fire within me. We fought. We clawed. Humanity, dwarves, elves, goblins, even orcs – all united in the face of annihilation. Men piloted giant metal behemoths, their ingenuity a final defiant roar. Dwarven craftsmanship imbued these machines with teeth and claws, but against the Titans, they were mere toys. Elves wove ancient magic into living trees, colossal treants lumbering into battle, their branches whipping at the Titans' flanks. Futile. Goblins, those tinkerers of chaos, unleashed rockets that carved canyons into the earth, but the Titans shrugged off the explosions like mere pebbles. These weren't just beasts, they were heralds. The "Old Gods," they called them, creators of this nightmare. The Titans themselves - some screamed "Dragons," others "Demons," but the most chilling moniker – "Titans" – echoed through the ravaged streets, a name steeped in ancient fears and forgotten power. Then came the darkness. Not the night, but an oblivion that swallowed me whole. Not an end, but a pause. A flicker of defiance rekindled in the depths of my non-existence. My rage, my thirst for vengeance – an ember refusing to die. And then, a voice. A voice devoid of warmth, filled with the cold logic of a machine. "Arkhaic Records: Activation. The host selected, fight for survival begins." This wasn't the end. It was a rebirth. I was chosen, not just to survive, but to fight back. The embers of my spirit fanned into a raging inferno. This wasn't just about survival; it was about making the Old Gods pay, about carving a path back from the brink of extinction. The world may have ended, but my fight was just beginning.