You're greeted by a voice from across the room. Though not as jarring as when it came from the beak of an owl in the middle of your slumber, it is still jarring to see how much time has changed the myconid druid. With their old clothes all but rotted away, they now wear a pelt around their waist and are dressed almost completely in fungus. The softly swaying new growth wreathes their head in a halo of strange luminescence, and a curtain of spores seems to follow their every motion. You sense that they have almost become one with the terrain around them in a way that only an archdruid can.
“This one is certain that your foremost concern is with your missing friend, and it will not delay.” They tap their staff on the ground, sending a shower of spores flying up. As they speak they trace shapes in the cloud as they speak, though they mean little to you.
“Five moons ago your friend approached this place. She spoke of a broken pact, a warlock entrapped by a cruel hag, a great evil, and a favor that needed repaying. She bid this one tell her of hags and how to access the darkest reaches of the feywild, and it spoke thus: the path you seek lies in every forest so long as you obey the old laws of finding and sacrifice.” The spores swirl into a maddening spiral around their hands. “She set off with great bravery and determination, but has not yet returned. This one senses great and unwelcome shifting in the roots... From stalk to gills, this one knows that a terrible moon is on the rise.”
~After three years of devotion to purifying the corruption of nature, Candela has grown stronger. They bid our heroes to embark on a daring rescue mission, helping them as best they can from the material world.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Plant / Fungus
Size 1200 x 1800px
File Size 1.51 MB
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