Tree of Pixies II

Levels 55–65

Built by Unknown

This is possibly the oldest tree in all of Erion, massive as a small city, and towering so high that it's upper branches disappear into the clouds, it makes the majestic trees around it look like mere saplings. For time out of mind, it has been the home of a particularly notable group of pixies, all the offspring and assorted sons and daughters in law of the same venerable matriarch. Beautiful, varying in colour and hue, yet with tempers and mischief to match, people say seeing the trees vast hollow halls lit by floating balls of pixie light is a truly magical experience, at least for those who don't have their ears turned into radishes or their feet stuck dancing for a week. Though not actually evil, and never doing permanent harm with their tricks, nevertheless, it is an old elf saying that one pixie is trouble, two pixies are double, and more than two are absolute chaos, and the tree holds hundreds! For this reason, an elf forest ranger has taken up a permanent post at the tree's entrance, trying to keep away the curious or foolhardy, and return any pixies who range too far afield back to the tree. Despite her diligence however, occasionally travelers along the highway will still find mushrooms sprouting from between their toes, or their faces covered in a rash of glowing purple spots, to the point that 'getting pixied!' has become a local expression for anyone who suffers a bizarre misfortune, or anyone who drinks too much ale. Then again, since the last person to drink too much ale near the tree of pixies found his head turned into an oversized pewter tankard for three days, the association between pixies and drunkenness is definitely understandable, especially since both tend to be frequent excuses for workers turning up at their jobs staggering, singing out of tune, and claiming to see pink elephants everywhere.