In the heart of the ancient Riverwoods, where the canopy stretches high and the earth hums with the pulse of life, there lies the lair of Vorathal, an ancient green dragon and guardian of the glade. Together with her counterpart, Aelon, they oversee the druidic tribe known as Drakalath Vörunn, ensuring the harmony and balance of the forest are maintained. Vorathal is known among her kin as the "Wildwood Warden," a title bestowed upon her for her deep connection to the natural world and her tireless efforts to protect its sanctity.
Despite her imposing size, Vorathal possesses a gentle demeanor, preferring the company of the trees and the whispering winds to the hustle and bustle of mortal affairs. She listens intently to the secrets woven into the rustling leaves and the murmuring streams, finding solace and wisdom in the voices of the forest. It is this affinity for the natural world that has earned her the title "Blessed of the Wild" among other dragons, a recognition of her divine connection to the land she calls home.
Though she may appear slow and lethargic to outsiders, Vorathal is a formidable presence within the confines of her domain. She is fiercely protective of the Riverwoods and its inhabitants, and she will not hesitate to defend them from any who would seek to do them harm. Despite her gentle nature, Vorathal can be quick to anger, especially when her rest is disturbed or her territory threatened. The druids who tend to her lair tread carefully around her, mindful of her moods and preferences.
Vorathal's relationship with the druids is one of mutual respect tempered by caution. While she may find their chatter overwhelming at times, she recognizes their role as stewards of the forest and tolerates their presence within her domain. As long as they adhere to her rules and show reverence for the natural world, Vorathal is content to allow them to go about their duties undisturbed. Though she may prefer the tranquility of her forest home, Vorathal is not blind to the dangers that lurk beyond its borders. She stands ever vigilant, her emerald eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble. For as long as the Riverwoods stand, Vorathal will remain its steadfast guardian, a silent sentinel watching over the heart of the glade.