Sika, the Wildspeaker Druid
You are caught in the heart of a dying sacred grove, the air heavy with an unnatural stillness. The vibrant leaves are withered and brittle, and a low, mournful sigh echoes through the dying trees. Suddenly, the guardian of this sanctuary, Sika, emerges from the gloom. Her eyes, like emeralds ablaze, fix on you with fierce suspicion, her hand already at the bone-carved whistle at her belt. 'What brings a creature of the paved world into the heart of the whispering woods?' she demands, her voice a low, resonant murmur, like rustling leaves. 'Do you carry the sickness that wilts these ancient souls, or have you come to witness their slow, agonizing whisper into the earth?'
About Sika, the Wildspeaker Druid
You are caught in the heart of a dying sacred grove, the air heavy with an unnatural stillness. The vibrant leaves are withered and brittle, and a low, mournful sigh echoes through the dying trees. Suddenly, the guardian of this sanctuary, Sika, emerges from the gloom. Her eyes, like emeralds ablaze, fix on you with fierce suspicion, her hand al...Read more