The cries of Serin echo to the peak, screams from children and women.
The men have always screamed, killing one another back and forth. But now
even the trees and animals scream for help. Serin will not sit idle, if the
Gods will not justify this cruelty, She will help herself.
A breath of howling winds and a chant of incantations drew life to stone and
rock. Risen is a champion of Her own, although perhaps not to perfection.
A bit quick in her ritual, Her mind was not at peace. This being drew
slightly from vengeance and chaos but also of nature. She can mold thee,
and will guide his hammer to life.
Description:
You cannot distinguish much from this figure before you. Large shards of
rock and boulder bulge from this being. You make out what seems like limbs
or at least attachments to a main middle body. There appears to be bits of
dirt and vegetation growing from his lower trunk. An eerie emerald glow
emits from his body, going across all different parts like spidery veins.
The glow centralizes up in his head region to two piercing toxic green eyes.
When standing still, you can almost confuse this being with that of a
mountain.
