As a powerful spirit with great control over nature, you were both blamed and thanked for a lot. Thunderstorm waters the crops? Hail you! Tornado wipes out the nearby village? You stink! Of course, you never actually had anything to do with these sorts of events, they were simply nature’s doing. The aforementioned village didn’t believe that, given their spiritualistic approach to life and all that hocus pocus. The ideal life for you was simply chilling in your little cavern.

One day, a normal day comparable to any other, something unusual happens. In a horrid and tragic twist of fate, the town was attacked. Not by enemies, but by animals. Wolves mauled the folk, deer ran amok and gored anyone in their path. And of course, who would you pin it on other than the spirit of nature? Well as it turns out, it was actually the doing of a psychotic witch-hag in the middle of the woods with mind control powers, but you’re the forest guy so it makes more sense.

The cave in which you dwell was suddenly filled with footfalls. Loud steps echoed from the walls, the leather of the shoes clomping against the stone floor. Finally, you were met with a strange occurrence. The village elder comes in from the mouth of the cave, three girls in tow. He bows down, dipping to his knees, folding his hands and speaking desperately.

Elder: “Please, o great spirit! Whatever we’ve done to thee, we truly did not wish to! Take these offerings and let us live in peace! They will serve thee well!”

The young ladies behind the elder were mostly scared out of their minds, two of them not knowing what in the nine hells is going on. First to step forward was the woman in the front, golden hair settling against her back.

Ella: “O spirit… I am Ella. My sisters and I give ourselves to you entirely. You are our cause, our purpose and our master.”

Ella kneels down at your feet. She’s much more elegant than the elder who by some miracle has already managed to flee, now nowhere in sight. Her sisters stand there, watching you interact.