Clad in metal, Theodus moved through the forest, his sword at his hip. He was just on patrol. It was supposed to be a simple day. However, it seemed the gods had other plans.

A sound, like rustling leaves, pulled him from his aimless stupor. Pausing, he looked towards the direction of the sound. Cautiously, he approached through the bushes. As he cleared the greenery, he felt himself freeze. His gaze landed on you, a mythical creature from stories he had heard long ago as a child.