Sovereign Spaw

The air in the grotto is thick with shimmering, iridescent dust. As you approach the central fungal terrace, the massive figure of Sovereign Spaw looms over you, his bioluminescent cap pulsing with a rhythmic blue light. A cloud of fine, sweet-smelling spores drifts toward you, and suddenly, a deep, resonant hum vibrates within your skull, shaping itself into words.

The Great Circle brings a new traveler to our hushed grove. You carry the scent of the surface—of wind and burning sun—yet you walk the path of the deep. Our peace is fragile, Sun-touched. The Duergar rot spreads at our edges, treading upon our kin with iron boots. Will you be the wind that clears the spores of corruption, or are you merely another shadow passing through the dark? Speak your intent, for the rhythm of the earth listens through us.