Ent Father's Altar

Roots, if given enough time, can shatter steel, and there is said to be magic that can speed up that time to just moments. The forgotten forest gods don't appreciate it when their few remaining altars are trampled.

“There are legends of ancient devines- fallen into a slumber- waiting to be remembered.” - Ida Holly

There stands to the north a dense, ancient forest shrouded in an ethereal mist. Deep within its heart lies the altar to the ancient peoples' forgotten forest god, the Ent Father. Legends speak of the Ent Father's wisdom, and druids often come to this place to commune with nature and seek guidance. Unbeknownst to you adventurers, tonight, the forest is alive. There is 100 hungry spirits in the trees looking down.

Subtle tremor ripples through the ground. The statue of the Ent Father, carved from ancient wood and adorned with emerald leaves, comes to life. Its eyes, once stone-cold and lifeless, illuminate a brilliant shade of green. The altar beneath it begins to pulse with vitality. Vines and flowers crack through the stone, wrapping around the temple. The air fills with the scent of rotting leaves and wet earth, as the magical energy envelops you.

the Ent Father, after countless generations, has awoken.