Tharlren Mossward

Elf / Druid

Submitted character story

The horns are homebrew. My DM let me take them as a cosmetic feature tied to a pact Thalren made with an ancient forest spirit in exchange for becoming its sentinel. They grew in slowly over the first few sessions. Hurt the whole time apparently. He doesn't complain about it.

He guards a stretch of old growth forest that most people know better than to enter. Staff in one hand, a focus crystal wrapped in living vine in the other, leaf and bark woven into his armor because he grew it himself. Everything he wears came from the woods. Everything he carries was given to him by something that grows.

He doesn't talk much. When he does it's usually to tell someone they're standing on something alive. The party learned fast to watch where they step when Thalren's around.