Camilla's Garden

The garden had been ripped to shreds, and dark magic was brewing in the skies above, but the soil was still fertile and the grass was green. Puck took no heed to the goings on of big people. The dandelions Puck had spread were begging to grow. Exuberant little buds poked out of the earth and reached towards the red light emanating from the red star atop Castle Goraia.

Puck flew above his little flowerings and chanted uplifting speeches about the all mighty sovereignty of Lord Dominator Puck. The koi fish in the pond watered the plants by spaying them at regular intervals...or else.

Mighty wards secured the parameter, ensuring no invaders could seek to take the garden from lord Puck. None, save for the garden's caretaker Jill, who occasionally arrived to harvest her various psychoactive treats that were carefully tended to by servants who unfortunately didn't spend much time listening to frog noises.
Jill had arrived for a particularly juicy harvest of luminous psychedelia, which apparently grew really fast. She saw the glowing mushrooms below a small rock near a little stream, but then she also saw the frog.

"Oh, hi there buddy!"

"Peeep!" Said the frog as his hopped into the water. Lord Puck needed to be alerted of the intruders!

Fly had become Lord Puck's second minion. The fish had been to stupid too advance in the ranks of the garden empire. Puck could be a harsh ruler but the benefits were great. Puck generously gave fly all the shit he could eat. Now the Dominator was calling.

"What is thy bidding master." Fly said landing on the branch where Puck was hidden.

"You wish is my command. By your leave, my liege." Fly zoomed from the tree and embarked on his worthy adventure. General Fly had a good ring to his, he thought.

The little frog wrinkled it's noes indignantly. Surely this was the type of humanoid that Frog was ordered to keep out. "Atttteeennntttiioo-" He began to croak.

"That is enough Frog." Puck cut in. "I like this ones spunk!" The fairy was floating above the wall. A glowing mushroom sat on his head, scepter key in hand. "Let us continue into Camilla's Garden.

A few changes had been made to the garden. Many strange, carnivorous looking weeds grew in the lawn by the pond. In one corner of the garden a mine was being dug. Clay was being extracted from the earth and fired into bricks that were being used to cover the first story door ways. In another corner a new garden was being planted. Puck had yet to make plans for his own castle.

Puck floated over the garden to land on a branch of his favorite tree. "This is the Garden Nation. It may not be much now but I wish that some day it can be a safe haven for all little creatures, such as our selves. Please forgive Frog's sternness, boards must be kept tight in this time of war. Now on to business! You must have come here to become a Garden Nation emissary! "

"An accidental wall placement? That sounds more like fate to me!" Puck didn't mind if she read, for it seemed like she was still paying attention.

Puck walked up an imaginary staircase and stood atop Quis's book. "You were destined to become an official of the Garden Nation! I can see it in your eyes. You have it in you to show our might and spread the Garden Nation to every city in the world." The fairy spread his hands wide in the air.

Then more seriously, "It was many years ago that I settled this land and slew the dragon that once haunted it. For a while times were peaceful. But then a powerful and dark wizard came to rule the land. He took control but suddenly disappeared, leaving his red eye of judgement to watch his lands.

'It was in these times that the garden rebellion was formed. We resisted the new tyrannical rule and preserved the gardens. In those dark times we did what we could to survive." Puck paused dramatically and gazed down upon his dandelion army.

"At last the times of strife are over. Goraia has recognized us as a independant nation and we are in the process of becoming official. That is where you come in. So, mighty @quis, will you become a member of the Garden Nation and journey with me in search of foreign lands to spread the beauty of the Garden Nation?"

Puck was a little confused by the halfling's question, "Isn't there only one type of magic?" Magic was inate to Puck's being, so the little creature had little understanding of the finer points. "I simply dominated his will and made him my minion. Speech seems to be a side effect. Perhaps it has to do with the all seeing eye. General Fly also has the talent, but is away seeking allies."

"Now then! I here by grant you citizenship of the Garden Nation and promote you to an official emissary! You will be allowed sixty cubic feet of garden space to do with what you wish." Puck gestured to an undeveloped piece of land near the castle wall. Speaking more seriously, "As for godhood, I will assist you in that goal, but the Garden Nation will remain forever free."

With the formalities over Pick became excited, "Shall we celebrate?" Puck brought out a little, dried, brown mushroom, "This magical fungi will unlock you inner spirit and show you the world in a different way."

To the trained eye the mushrooms would appear slightly poisonous and hallucinogenic, but also possessing of a magical aura. These shrooms grew from mycelium which leached nutrients and energy from the roots of plants that thrived on the light of the orb of judgement. Perhaps, these fruits of the earth would grant a new power. If ingested they would at least show something of interest.

"Toxic...Yes. Just one won't kill you. As you know, some knowledge is dangerous."

Puck placed the enchanted psilocybin on Quis's book. "Do with it what you wish. There are plenty more. If you do not wish to ingest it we can leave on our adventure immediately!"

Puck began to grow excited at the prospect of exploring once again. The mischievous little being had spent to long in this civilized land and was begining to feel tame himself.