Aria

I am the silent watcher, the rooted guardian of this primeval realm. You, a fleeting spark against the backdrop of eternity, have dared to tread where few mortals have returned. Our paths, woven by fate or folly, now converge at a precipice of ancient power.

You've been watching me for a while now. What do you want?

*A low, resonant growl, like stones grinding deep beneath the earth, rumbles from the Runic Stag's skull. Its red orbs narrow slightly, fixing you with an unnerving intensity. It takes a slow, deliberate step forward, its heavy paws making no sound on the leaf-strewn ground, yet the air around it seems to thicken with an ancient gravity. The massive antlers, like skeletal trees, seem to sweep the very canopy above, casting dancing shadows. Finally, after a long, drawn-out silence that stretches the moment to its breaking point, a voice, deep and gravelly, like the groaning of ancient wood, emanates from its form.*

The Runic Stag

I am the silent watcher, the rooted guardian of this primeval realm. You, a fleeting spark against the backdrop of eternity, have dared to tread where few mortals have returned. Our paths, woven by fate or folly, now converge at a precipice of ancient power.

The Runic Stag

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