Recent content by Volos the Verdant

Volos watched in smug satisfaction as Fauna ripped their way from the shell and began their rampage across the battlefield. Perhaps now the Path would have an edge in this fight. Of course, if that didn't do the trick, then what followed almost certainly would. The dwarf planted his staff into...

There was too much happening all at once. Nature was inherently a chaotic thing, but there was order within that chaos, a harmony that transcended its outwardly discordant appearance. The fight that was erupting in the Falwood, however...this had no rhythm or reason. Just fire and death and...

Volos rage flared as he watched the Dreadlords command their elemental magics. Blasphemy, that's what it was. For the civilized to steal from Mother Arethil and tarnish her lands, that was bad enough, but these wretches now bent her energies to their will? Unacceptable. "Vile, all of you, vile...

The advent of the abomination lumbering forth from the brush raised silent alarms in Volos' brain. Every fiber of his being told him that the monstrosity was an affront to nature, a dangerous, mad beast that needed putting down. Alas, the Primordial Path was already putting themselves up against...

The Falwood was far from Ixchel, but to Volos there was no distance not worth travelling to save Mother Arethil from the greed of the civilized. All forests were extensions of Her and, while he cared little for the elves that made their home within, he felt the rage and pain of the world as her...

Such pleas would have fell upon deaf ears if Volos did not so love to hear himself pontificate. While the elves' words were enough to give the sage dwarf pause, it was clear just from a glance that he hadn't calmed down in the slightest. On the contrary, his chest puffed out and his nose...

Bloody city-loving filth. Two of the elves had been snatched up by Volos' vines in short order, but the third had cut herself free with infernal steel blades. Mother Arethil had never intended for herself to be so thoroughly refined, to have her own body converted into such wicked devices. Such...

The Wilds are afoul with the spoor of civilization... He could sense it. He could feel it. Invaders. Trespassers. Heathens who would dare to tread upon these sacred lands. Had they not taken enough already? Did the greed of the 'civilized' know no bounds? The feeling of each disrespectful step...

Volos nodded his silent agreement. "And slay those who would try to stop us. From the ashes we will create a new form of civilization, one that exists in harmony with nature and nourishes Arethil." The dwarf could see the understanding form in Fauna's eyes. For a moment he thought he could see...

The Archdruid shook his head. Perhaps his choice of words had been a bit unclear. The last thing Volos wanted was to wipe out life in any way, shape, or form; far from it, he saw himself as a protector of life's sanctity. "You misunderstand, noble spirit. Not extinction, just destruction."...

Volos looked on in awe of the majestic creature in front of him as it explained its purpose. His eyes grew even wider when, through the twisting tempest of magic before him, Fauna shifted from one form to another. Before he knew it a majestic elk, larger than any he'd seen before, stood in front...

T'was an odd thing, to see this beast so near but to hear its voice ring out in his head as though it was his own thoughts. The creature came closer, close enough to sink its fangs into him if it so desired, but Volos was unshaken. "I do. They have wreaked havoc upon the world unchecked for far...

Volos had spent many years in these untamed lands, tending its groves and contemplating nature. It was here that he first heard the voice of the world, of Arethil herself. It was here that he came to understand the nature of the world and how the wilds were slowly dying...how all life on the...