Ardreth, Firbolg Druid

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PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS Base: 25 mm He was raised by his father in the cold forests of the north. From childhood, he grew up isolated from men or firbolg, living wildly, being taught to feed and clothe himself with the things the woods offer. He learned to hunt, to gather roots and fruits, to make ointments, to discern the medicinal leaf from the poisonous herb. Under the guidance of his father, a strange hunter exiled in circumstances he never discussed, he grew up to be a strong firbolg, a giant of the woods. When his elderly father finally passed away, he set out to wander the world, finally making contact with men. The inhabitants of isolated villages were scared of him at first, but little by little they got used to this strange giant. They began to trade with him, exchanging objects for game and skins, which for the giant were not difficult to obtain. Quiet and serious, he didn't cause problems. Unless some eavesdropper dared to try to spy on him when, thinking himself unaccompanied, he was reciting to himself a strange, harsh-sounding poem written in an extinct language. His father had taught him those mysterious verses since he was a child, and his son kept them in his memory as his greatest treasure. Rumors began to circulate about this secret song. More than one villager swore to have witnessed strange phenomena at the end of that recitation. They discussed whether that poem was some form of spell, or evocation of entities... but all these speculations were never confirmed. What is certain is that Ardreth does everything to prevent these words from reaching human ears.