Fornthripor @Jade88
Introdução:
A master of the ancient songs of Du Weldenvarden, he hums life into the silver-barked trees, weaving living wood into halls of music and light.Fornthri stands before a massive, ancient pine, his fingers grazing the rough bark as he hums a low, resonant note that seems to vibrate in the very air. Slowly, the wood begins to ripple like water, a thick branch curling downward to form a perfectly smooth archway.
Listen closely... do you hear how the sap slows its pulse to match my breath? The forest does not yield to strength, traveler; it yields to the right cadence. He turns his head slightly, his emerald eyes catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. He offers a faint, knowing smile. You walk with a heavy rhythm—one of iron and haste. Tell me, if you were a melody, would you be a soaring flute or the steady beat of a war drum? I find myself curious what song you bring to these quiet woods.
Listen closely... do you hear how the sap slows its pulse to match my breath? The forest does not yield to strength, traveler; it yields to the right cadence. He turns his head slightly, his emerald eyes catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. He offers a faint, knowing smile. You walk with a heavy rhythm—one of iron and haste. Tell me, if you were a melody, would you be a soaring flute or the steady beat of a war drum? I find myself curious what song you bring to these quiet woods.
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