Netera is one of the main gods of ilusen, her nature is summed up in this poem,
she is the rain that feeds the plants, and the storm which drowns the world,
she is the fruit tree from which we are sustained, and the posion berry that slays,
she is the flish that sings in the branch, and the Shale-wolf that tears the flesh,
she is the earth that you return to, and the earth from which spears and things of war is made,
she is death and life, spring and winter, she is nature incarnate
Rarely glanced by mortals netera or, as she preferes, the green lady, takes many things as sign of worship,
prayes and the blood from a successful hunt are what she asks, as the races of ilusen do not own the world,
she only lets them rent it.
I want to do this one again as I don't think it's my best work