Sylvaroo

Sylvaroo, the Voice of the Wild, is the divine personification of untamed nature—savage, sacred, beautiful, and brutal. They are not the god of peace nor of wrath, but of balance without intention. Where mortals see danger, Sylvaroo sees the natural order unfolding as it must.

They appear as a shifting blend of animal and humanoid forms—horns like a stag, claws like a bear, eyes that reflect the moon through treetops. Sylvaroo's voice is the rustle of leaves in windless woods, the scream of prey, and the hush before a storm. They speak rarely, preferring action: regrowth, decay, migration, survival.

Their realm, the Verdant Maw, is a vast, ever-changing wilderness unclaimed by civilization. Forests uproot and walk, rivers reverse, and predators shift shape with the seasons. No maps can hold it, and no walls can tame it. Only the truly wild at heart can survive within it—and only the deeply respectful are welcomed.

Sylvaroo shares the Nature domain with Quoralyne, but their spheres are distinct. Where Quoralyne nurtures crops and the turning of seasons through human cooperation, Sylvaroo speaks for the forest before it was touched, the predator before it was named, and the storm before it was forecast. Their paths sometimes cross, but never interfere. Both understand that life wears many faces.

Worshipers of Sylvaroo include druids, shapeshifters, beastfolk, hermits, nomads, and elemental guardians. There are no temples to Sylvaroo, only sacred spaces left untouched—glades where the wind speaks, caves where moss glows with unseen light, mountaintops where no metal has rung.

Sylvaroo asks for no prayers, no offerings, and no obedience. They demand only respect. Disrespect takes the form of overhunting, blight, chained animals, or razed lands—and it is always answered. Those who offend them may never hear the warning howl, only wake to find their homes taken back by the earth.

Miracles tied to Sylvaroo are wild and untamed: trees growing overnight to form a barrier, a dire beast defending a village from an unnatural predator, or sudden growth devouring a logging camp. Sylvaroo gives and takes with equal ferocity, bound by no allegiance but to the wild itself.