The Awakening of a Sage - Elderhart Thryvallis
The Awakening of a Sage - Elderhart Thryvallis
Before the Forgotten Paths twisted themselves into a hellish maze of shifting roads and half-devoured memories, the Deepwoods began to tremble with a subtle unease, an ancient shiver that few noticed and fewer still understood. It was in this age, when the forest still dreamed aloud and its paths seldom wandered, that Thryvallis first came into being.
Deep within the hidden valleys, where Thalenroot trees coil around stone altars, thousands of years old, the forest gathered its strength and breathed life into a figure woven from bark, marrow, and memory. When his eyes opened, the canopy bowed low, as though greeting one of its own long-lost children.
Thus emerged Thryvallis, tallest and mightiest of any stag before him, an Arch sage forged not of flesh, but of the Deepwood’s will. It was as if the forest itself, sensing a darkness beginning to stir, shaped him in quiet preparation for the storm to come.
His armour, bark-forged plate trimmed with iron filigree, did not merely sit upon him; it grew around him, embracing his form like a second skin shaped by the forest’s own hand. His staff, carved from living Thalenroot, listens as keenly as it commands, humming with the quiet pulse of ancient magic. At his side hang two glass flasks, each swirling with shifting viridis light. These mixtures are no weapons; they are Anchors, alchemical brews crafted to mend the thinning boundaries between realms and steady the veil whenever it trembles from strain or intrusion.
From his first steps, Thryvallis walked with the calm inevitability of one who had always been. His antlers shimmered softly whenever he channelled magic, catching the forest’s light like runes awakening. He spoke rarely, but when he did, his voice rumbled like oaken giants shifting beneath storm winds, ancient, steady, and impossible to ignore.
Sensing the Deepwood’s gathering turmoil, a subtle threat growing more unruly with each passing season, Thryvallis founded the Stagbound Circle, an order devoted to stabilising the unseen fractures within the forest. Their purpose was simple, yet monumental:
To preserve the hidden structures that keep reality stitched together in the wildest, most unpredictable heart of the Deepwoods.