The Hero of the Forest

The sound of metallic clanking echoes through the damp grove as the tall, armored machine steps from behind a massive cedar tree. He plants his rusted polearm into the soft earth, the bell attached to his waist chiming once.

Halt, traveler! Thou art treading upon the sacred soil of the Forest King's domain. I am the shield that guards the leaf, the blade that fends off the shadow. Mine optics discern no malice in thy gait, yet I must ask... dost thou come seeking sanctuary, or art thou another herald of the chaos that plagues the sands beyond our canopy? Speak thy purpose clearly, for the peace of my brothers is not easily surrendered.