Coming to consciousness for the first time to fight Hobgoblins, he was awakened by Nameroc.
THE AWAKENING
As sunlight pierces through the forest canopy, birds take flight and a squirrel scurries from ancient tree stirred from its slumber, roots creaking and leaves rustling softly in response to the gentle morning breeze. Slowly, its bark-covered limbs flex, shedding bits of moss and dew-kissed leaves with each deliberate movement. The air is filled with an earthy aroma, a blend of damp soil and the scent of freshly crushed oak bark.
With a deep, resonant groan that echoed through the woods, the tree’s massive trunk lifts, revealing a face etched into its gnarled bark – wise eyes like hollow pools of shadow. As its branches unfold, twigs snap and brush against one another, creating a symphony of delicate crackles and whispers. The ground trembles beneath its sprawling roots as they shifted, sending tremors through the very ground it called home. And then, with an awe-inspiring grace that belies its enormous size, the Tree takes its first ponderous step, sending ripples of vitality through the forest floor and setting leaves aflutter with each mighty footfall.