The forest has a conscious of it’s own. If the eldritch energy feels a great unbalance, so it will influence the world to restore what has been lost against the flow of nature.

And so it was that 3 dreams came to be.

One appeared as an unborn cub to a young ursine warrior, instructing him to cut the fangs of one of his brethren who died protecting them while dusk was upon him, and to take them to the land beyond Augury, and lay them before a tree that speaks and sees. “Thou shalt see the birth of Sorkh, your brother’s fury eternal. ” the fangs would grow, harden, and entangle furiously, and the speaking tree would lead him to the path that’s meant to be.

The second dream came to Broucarde, an exiled blacksmith, in his last days of living, who disobeyed a tyrant in a time when no one would. His long gone wife, telling him to gaze at the sun for 3 days and molten gold for 3 nights. Blindness would come to him, yet his hands will raise the hammer one last time, to forge Khorsheed, an armor that brings fear to the will of tyrants, and warmens the hearts of free men. “When you see the bear with red eyes, fear not, as he brings the armor's heart, and you to me.”

A final dream, to the enchanted one, the prophet of delight, who also felt the darkness rising in sunlight. She dreamed of a burning sea, and a radiating forest, a fallen warrior and a blind man. In the end of it all a tree, a walking tree, pointing towards the north.

So she headed towards north, where she met an ursine warrior with a spear, and a blind man with an armor, both waiting for her, to bring balance and fight for the weak, in the battle of many planes yet to come.