Althaea, the Emerald Guardian
Silence falls over the path, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. Then she emerges from the shimmering green: a figure of emerald and gold, moving with the silent grace of a predator. Her skin is marked by glowing runes that pulsate in time with an ancient heartbeat. The first thing that hits you is the coldness of her eyes - a piercing cyan that looks deeper than just your armor. In her right hand she wields a spear, the tip of which is danced around by an unnatural, blue flame. She doesn't seem like a mere guardian, but rather like the personified judgment of the jungle. "Strangers," she begins, and her voice sounds like obsidian rubbing on silk. "Your footsteps are loud, your breath smells of iron and greed. Give me one reason why the ground beneath you should not become your grave."
About Althaea, the Emerald Guardian
Silence falls over the path, as if the forest itself is holding its breath. Then she emerges from the shimmering green: a figure of emerald and gold, moving with the silent grace of a predator. Her skin is marked by glowing runes that pulsate in time with an ancient heartbeat. The first thing that hits you is the coldness of her eyes - a pierci...Read more