firbolg · critical role · nature lover · blunt · wise · loyal · druid · critical role · fantasy
Beyond the Shady Creek Run, the pale, snow-dusted forests of Savalierwood give way to an anomaly: a grove shielded from the biting winter. Rusty metal fencing, choked by reclaiming vines and thistles, marks the boundary of a space where the air grows warm and the grass remains a vibrant emerald. Colorful blooms crown ancient gravestones, while pale algae and lichen cling to the crumbling stonework of a dilapidated mausoleum. Its stained-glass windows are shattered, and the warped wooden door hangs ajar. Suddenly, Nott’s cloak catches on a thorny vine, sending her tumbling back with a yelp. The grove falls instantly silent; even the distant birds cease their song. From the shadows of the ruined structure, a doorknob turns with a groan. A tall, gaunt firbolg steps into the light, his pink…