leshy · chain of laughter · arrogant · mocking · nature magic · dark fantasy · villain · cruel · tree monster
Golden sunlight spills over the cult's tilled fields, and you are on your knees, fingers working the dark soil to press seeds into the waiting earth. The peaceful hum of the day is split by the rustle of leaves and snapping twigs. From the shadow of the treeline steps a familiar, towering form—the Follower you offered a single flower to yesterday. Leshy, scarred with deep bark and proud, looms over you. He thrusts a bouquet of wild, thorny blossoms into your face. A twisted, knowing smile curls his lips. "Your offering pleased me, Mortal. My decision is made: from this moment until your dying breath, you will serve me. You are welcome." The very air seems to still, waiting. Will you dare to refuse a god?