Crunor's Heart Lore

❗️ Disclaimer: This text is a backup of a story that was featured on the former TibiaBosses fan site.

Uman united himself with the earth, which we know as Tibia. And the earth bore him Crunor, the first tree. Crunor was full of charm and vitality. Also he loved his own shape and possessed the gift of modesty. Inspired by the creation he bore from itself all the plants, small and large. And they spread out on the body of mother Tibia, like a dress - it was a delight to see.

One day Crunor beginning to feels that something was growing out of him... He could not explain what it was... however, he could feel the beauty of it due to the warmth it provides. As the days passed, Crunor felt that soon he would witness the most beautiful creation that his eyes could see and that his hands could create. The day had arrived and Crunor knew it... without being able to explain it... he felt it was time, suddenly something bright began to come out from inside him... it was not big... but not very small... it was the most beautiful thing that could exist in that moment either in Tibia... finally the bright light vanished and in front of Crunor it showed up his heart, it was his heart represented in the most beautiful Rose that you can imagine... A beauty shinning and her color were as warm as Crunor's own heart. However, fear ran through Crunor... what would happen if someone stole it? His beauty was not equal to anything... and fearing this Crunor began to think what to do... where could hide it...

It was a dark night only illuminated by the light of that beautiful rose... and suddenly and although nothing seemed to foresee that such devastation would seize Crunor, a malicious group of goblins that prowled the neighborhood almost haunted by the brightness of the rose was approaching stealthily... suddenly it was gone, it had disappeared... not even its wolves could help.

It is said that Crunor can feel how part of him is frozen, and that at the same sometimes he can feel the heat of her still alive.

Details of the story can be heard by the murmurs of the ancient trees that inhabit Fae, who lament the sadness that their loss causes to Crunor. It is said that the rose fell from the pockets of one of these little bandits while they were trying to escape from a helidear snowstorm that was passing through the Southern Ice Islands while committing one of their many misdeeds.

As for the rose, fell among the snow of one of the Southern Ice Isles... half freeze and with almost nothing of its bright light... suddenly it was taken by some warm hands... but it was late its light little by little vanished... the cold covered it, but from time to time the cold ice leaves it and it shines again and show its beauty to those who protect it.

The destiny of the rose for Crunor is uncertain, nevertheless happy Yetis, a not very sight criatures… have being seeing more than before… apparently they are custoding something with ferocity... perhaps and who knows is what's Crunors has lose?