Wyrtweard (“Plant-Guard”)
by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/28/15
Race: Stranger (Minor God from Another World)
Age: Venerable
Gender: Male
Stature: Average
Physical: Short Neck
Outwardly: Cheerful
Inwardly: Domineering
Profession: Gardener
Magic: Avatar—Darkness
Catchphrase: “Hello! What exactly brings you to my neck of the woods?”
You turn the map around in your hands, convinced it has somehow changed while you weren’t looking. The canopy of the dense jungle seems to choke the light of day into a dull haze, preventing you from gaining your bearings. Resolving that staying put could not possibly be better than pressing on, you step over one of several identical patches of shaggy ink cap mushrooms, choose a direction, and start walking. Suddenly, you are met by an invisible wall. No, not a wall, but a crumpled—yet infinitely sturdy—old man whose head seems to have collapsed onto his shoulders with nothing in between. He was so well integrated with the shadows that you did not notice him before. “Hello!” he says with a light laugh, as if he were greeting you at the entrance to a festival on a sunny day. “What exactly brings you to my neck of the woods?”
