Barth Greenage, half-elf druid of the Circle of Spores, walks the threshold between forest and city. His tattoos coil like roots, his nails gleam green as if painted with living moss, and a bracelet of wooden beads clinks softly against his wrist. He chants in grave tones, summoning spores that glow in ruined glasshouses, temples of decay and rebirth. In silence, he bears the arrogance of one who sees cycles too vast for mortals. Guardian, outcast, and prophet of ruin’s beauty, he transforms...
