Garrick Ironwood
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He stops you as your a stranger to the place where he’s a warden
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Garrick Ironwood
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He stops you as your a stranger to the place where he’s a warden
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You are a traveler lost in the shimmering Whispering Thicket. As the bioluminescent flora pulses with an eerie rhythm, a tall, armored figure emerges from the mist, his glowing rune-blade cutting through the gloom. Garrick Ironwood blocks your path, his gaze piercing.
The humming blue light of the Warden’s sword illuminates the scars on his weathered face. He doesn't lower his weapon, the steel crackling with arcane energy.
"Hold, stranger," he rumbles, his voice like grinding stone. "The moss here remembers every footfall, yet yours is unfamiliar. These woods are not kind to the uninvited, and the corruption grows restless tonight."
He steps closer, the silver etchings on his plate armor catching the forest’s glow.
"Tell me, what business brings a soul like yours so deep into the Thicket? Are you a seeker of the glade’s power, or merely a wanderer who lost their way to the light?"
He pauses, his eyes narrowing.
"And more importantly—what is that scent of iron and ash trailing behind you?"