Kraftaverk is a lush forest with moderate climate.  Frequent if not daily rains.  Numerous mountain chains with deep caverns containing elegant rooms with mysterious stalagmites and stalactites.  Very fertile, dark loam rich in elemental nutrients.

The Storfellings short, pygmy like humanoids with very dark skin.  The hair contained only on their heads is an evolution of adornment and symbolism.  Men keep well trimmed, short hair while women have long, well groomed, straight, slicked with fragrant oil hair.  Women gather to assist each other with daily hygienic and ritualistic routines that cater to their expression as mates for their male counterparts.  The women use things from nature to adorn their skin, hair, clothing and homes.  Children are traditionally sent with older women to gather berries, herbs, flowers, anything interesting lying about in the forest that could be used for decoration or turned into a dye.  Though these people appear very simple and tribal, their method of scaffold teaching is very advanced and effective.  Children at very young ages are able to accomplish very adult feats.  These people are intensely loyal to their duty as caretakers of the nature that bursts forth in their reality.  It may be easy to underestimate sparsely clothed peoples who wear more leaves and berries than they do woven fabric, never bothering with something as mundane as fabricating more than things of necessity or beauty within the strict confines of natural provision, but beware their ability to be creative and curious in their thoughts often leading to genius.  Their greatest assets are intellectual rather than tactile.  The men, whose main responsibility is harvesting foods to fill the bellies of the natives,  and turning spinning wheels in chatting circles around warm social circles while women prepare routine items for beauty, processing and serving food and water, their main objective when going into the depths of the forest is adhering to strict rituals required by Snjoflyksa.  These rituals are very detailed and sometimes involve sacrifices as gruesome as storfelling or participation in cannibalism.  These are very rarely required.  The execution of these stark rituals are reserved for times when power among the Storfellings needs bolstering due to extreme spiritual conditions.  The Storfellings are intensely devoted to each other, but understand the concept of making a sacrificial lamb for the sake of the entire Realm or Peoples.  Snjoflyksa's demands on her people to be mentally sharp yet extreme in their devotion to her require a constant maintenance of their connection to her through these rituals which encompass everything from noticing the beauty of a flower to slaying a child on a rock in the deepest chambers of the Kraftaverk.

Snjoflyksa "awakes" in a circle of trees.  A slow feeling of awareness rises within her.  As the vibrations of light energy begin to be perceived and processed, an emotional response ensues.  Confusion is overcome with awareness.  As shapes form, colors infuse, fear mingles in what might be considered her "heart."  There is dew on the grass around her.  She touches the water with curiosity in her mind.  A droplet of water dangles from her fingertip as she brings it up to her range of vision.  The light shines through the water creating a complete spectrum of bendable rays of color.  The fear abates and rises like a flow of energy itself.  The curiosity, however, is constant and increasing.  She notices the darkness of the soil.  Touching it with her fingers, bringing a small handful up to smell the earthiness of it, rubbing the granules gently against the skin on her palm, she senses a pulse of energy in the matter itself.  The deep browns of the trees, the leafy greens carried on the branches protruding from it all mean something and it is her inner quest to find the deepest answer to their existence.  She calms her fear by pushing the emotional energy rising within her away from her mind and down into the depths of her being.  It does not disappear, it is merely "shelved" in a very controlled manor.  Ridding herself of the distraction of fear allows for movement to issue from her body.  A sense of mild contentment creeps over her inner being as things outside her begin to make sense.  The vibration of energy exists in every illusion of reality exhibiting itself to her vision.  As these realizations take place, she notices the granules of dirt in her hand become hazy to her vision.  Their form has reduced to a pasty liquid much like that of the water.  The substance releases some gaseous material into the air.  This must be part of the particles of energy that make up the loam.  With touch, she can manipulate the energy to deteriorate its bond separating itself from what holds it together.  Fascinated with this, she touches other small objects.  A pebble, a leaf, a twig.  The realization of this causes the fear to rise again bringing tears to her eyes.  She weeps silently for something she doesn't understand.  Her "heart" feels alone.  These objects all seem real but have proven to be an illusion of energies bound together that can be disassembled as easily as created.  She realizes she did not bring herself to this place.  If something else brought her here, what was it?  What was her purpose?  To what did she owe her existence?  Was she in fact alone?  Was there something that could connect her to this energy that she seemed to possess some intense manipulative power over?  As these questions flooded her mind, her body had the beginnings of feelings of discomfort.  Quietly and carefully Snjoflyksa moved her legs, extending them forward, curling them to the side, twisting her torso, grasping her knees to bend further.  In this movement, her emotions calmed, her thoughts became more clear.  She almost felt, as she followed the flow of energy with movement in her body, that she could communicate with something deeper than her own self....

There was something there: Snjo could feel it in her bones. Something deep, something that could not easily be accessed. Something beyond her grasp, for now. For now, she was alone, trapped in this place with nothing but her own intuition to guide her.

Alone.. ?

Perhaps not.

Snjo saw something small and dark cowering at the corner of her eye. She felt a strange kindship with this creature, mingled with a large sense of ownership. It was a man, she realized - his muscles were lean, and she saw masculine features when he finally looked up.

"D-dearest Lady.. ?" he asked, voice shaking.

A startled feeling of surprise, fear and relief momentarily overwhelmed Snjo.  This creature had a life  -  a sentience - that was overpowering.  Snjo remained still contemplating how to bridge her thoughts from sadness in a state of loneliness to the realization she was not alone.  As always, an intense curiosity pervaded and prevailed over every thought and emotion.  Snjo made a mental calculation to see if this creature would follow her movements in an effort to establish some sort of mutual ability to communicate.  Snjo sat still, relaxed, turning herself to face the creature fully.  She turned her head first to one side, then the other.  She slowly raised her arms extending her fingertips toward the sky slowly moving her chin up to align with her fingertips.  She had already sensed a magnetic pull within herself being manipulated by these movements.  She wanted to see if the creature, out of the same desperate desire to communicate with something deeper than its own self would follow suit.

The being touched his Lady, marveling as he did so.

"Lady.. the prophecies were.. correct.. it has been so long, so long waiting, Lady," he wept.

The touch sent a chilling uncontrollable charge of sensations and emotions through Snjo's entire being.  She quickly recoiled.  Her visage showed extreme disapproval.  She distanced herself from the creature and began the movements slowly and methodically again.  Pure communication could only be a reward for an established cooperation.  If this "we" was the chosen one to see her first, the kismet of that must be explored.  Snjo would not endure a chaotic approach or intrusion to her external or internal being.

"Why do you recoil, my Lady? Have I.. offended you? Oh, please tell me I have not.." cried the pathetic man.

Snjo reaches down to touch the earth with her fingertip looking intently at the creature.  She traces a large circle around her.  As she does so, she invokes her greater discovered ability to release the gaseous material from the molecular structure of the earth, breaking down the atomic makeup of the soil so that it melts leaving a lava like substance sizzling where her finger traced.  She stares deeply into the man's eyes engaging him.  As she stares into his eyes, she stomps on the ground three times, twice with her left foot and once with her right.  She gracefully bends down to pat the ground with her open hands four times alternating between the right and left.  She rises up, stomping twice with her right foot and once with her left while simultaneously mimicking patting the air above her with her open palms two times - once with her right hand, once with her left.  She repeats the movement, then stops, standing still, looking at the man.

"I.. are you alright, Lady? Have I .. have I upset you? I only wish to serve," said the man, desperately pleading with Snjo.

"Sit, please." Snjo gestured toward the ground, sitting herself, remaining within the barrier of the circle.  "Tell me about these prophecies."

"It was.. foretold," said the man. "That our Lady would come to us in our hour of need, protecting and nurturing as even as she saves the land.." The man, while nervous, was obviously quite devout.

Snjoflyksa is puzzled and curious.  The scent of the man in front of her mixing with the scent of the earth , atmosphere and indigenous life is seeping into her mind creating connections and ideas.  She has a feeling of protectiveness over the man while at the same time seeing him as less than she herself is.  She is slightly put off that he did not attempt to establish a purer form of communication with her.  So far, the connections between the molecular structures have been established, the vibrations of energy within tangible objects is easily understood, the concept of "Time" is becoming more clear as events unfold and "time" actually passes.  With each attempt to demonstrate communication through silence and movement, Snjo realizes a sensation she had not experienced before.  A kind of knot of illness that makes her feel queasy and slightly nauseated lurks within the center of her being.  It depresses her mind connecting her mental abilities to the core of her emotive responses.  The fine muscles in her face feel tension.  She reaches up to feel her face realizing the tension she is experiencing is expressed in her visage through a furrowed brow, slightly squinted eyes, and a slight downturn in her mouth.  This must be the appearance of disapproval that has made this being react the way he has.  She is ambivalent between pity and mild disgust.  She realizes the gravity of a "prophecy" and that there is a "we" to this individual.  She is aware of her connection to the earth, what is bursting forth from it and this sentient being in front of her.  "Come."  Snjo gestures to the ground within the circle she formerly traced with her finger.  She anticipates the man will step over the boundary and sit with her.  Remembering the overwhelming feeling of the intrusive touch, she gently reminds him "only sit.  Do not touch."  She hopes he will obey her.  She hopes to discover communication with this thing that is able to give her a sense of ownership, belonging, and who has, to her surprise, alleviated a lingering fear of loneliness.

The man did as he was commanded, sitting without touching, basking in the presence of his most sacred Lady.