OmniTotem #4097

Wandering into the blackness of the trees his old bone creaked, the whispers growing louder as he went, yet he felt no fear. Walking for several hours he eventually came to a clearing. Before him stood the whisperer, a strange specter with eyes that glowed green and a mask of gold. He spoke to it and it answered with a question, a question he had been moving towards his entire life. He wanted to continue caring for the land…he wanted to be part of it. The old sage disappeared that night, and something new was born.