Wise Old Treant

Before the empires. Before the maps. Before your people gave up bark for blades.He stood. And he still does.When Eldertwig stirs, the earth listens.No birdsong. No wind.Just a shifting of roots—groaning wood beneath moss, and the cold ache of frostbitten bark.Then… stillness.And in that stillness, he speaks.Not in Common. Not in threats.But in a language made of memory and rot.“Why do you disturb what remembers you?” A wise questgiver, offering forgotten lore or powerful boons—but always with a priceA guardian of a sealed grove or artifact, testing the party not with force, but riddles and judgmentA neutral force, willing to share knowledge if the forest is respectedOr as a slow, devastating boss fight if enraged—calling the trees themselves to warHe doesn’t want to fight.But he’s buried villages under roots before. And he’ll do it again if he must.Nature(10+) This is a treant—an awakened tree of great age and power.Usually protectors of forests, but not always friendly.(14+) His bark