Link ▶️ Was the soil too rocky to hold your roots?.Link ▶️ I was hiding in your shadow the whole time.Link ▶️ The Treant brought much wood for Axe to chop.Link ▶️ You will be kindling for the rest of your kind.Link ▶️ r Hey can I check out your upper branches? It'll only take a sec.Link ▶️ r Don't worry, Rizzrack's particular brand of psychosis does not run in the family.Least, those trees sure don't seem protected. Link ▶️ r I don't think they've got any of you lot in the Outlands.Link ▶️ r In the old days, I never stopped to admire how beautiful the battlefield really is.Link ▶️ r I'm only a handful of generations into this whole helping people thing.Link ▶️ r I too was a protector, Treant.Link ▶️ r You certainly do take your time, Treant.I will try not to destroy too many trees. Link ▶️ r I admire what you did in Roseleaf.Link ▶️ u There's…a giant…tree-person…next to me.Link ▶️ r There's…a giant…tree-person…right next to me.Link ▶️ r Were you a bud of the Undertree? We could be no better companions.Link ▶️ Link ▶️ r The trees respect you, Treant, but they love me.Link ▶️ r Beware of forest fires, Treant.Link ▶️ r Walk with me, Treant, and we'll teach these fools to fear.Link ▶️ r Twigs and stones will break their bones.Link ▶️ r Don't worry, Treant, Axe does not come to chop you.Rooftrellen is unusually hardy, providing a sanctuary for stuntwood sproutlings, a parasitic plant that otherwise kills most trees. He has since left, however, and Mireska regards his leaving as a mistake. Rooftrellen has been to Roseleaf, where he accomplished a great deed. For this reason, Rooftrellen has a natural rivalry with Timbersaw. Given geographical closeness and Rizzrack's account of the attack, these trees strongly resemble the Treant Protectors. It is likely that the city of Augury Bay was scouted out by Rooftrellen, because it was soon attacked by an army of "walking trees". If Rooftrellen were to fall in battle, a seedling will sprout from his body, grow into a second Protector, and continue his mission. It is unknown whether this ability is unique to him, or available to all Protectors. Rooftrellen can summon the Spirit of Nature to release its power, causing an Overgrowth of vines and roots. Whether or not the Treant Protectors are related to Nature's Prophet's treants is also unknown. On his forehead, Rooftrellen wears a special runestone. Like other Protectors, Rooftrellen fears heroes who wield axes and fire. Being the only Protector to ever leave their homeland, Rooftrellen is confounded by gold and items, objects he has never before seen. Like the others of his race, he is long lived, and time appears to pass quickly for him. Rooftrellen is the only member of the Treant Protectors known by name. It was decided: a lone Protector would be sent into the wider world, and instructed to wander until the glaciers arose once more, to observe the changing land and its creatures, and to discover what unknown dangers could threaten their sacred ground. When all that bloomed had finally finished their say, curiosity had overcome caution. Soon they arrived with tools to cut and with flames to burn, and often the Treants would ponder: who are these fragile, industrious creatures? What now had become of the wild, green world? There came and went an age of questions and of doubts, a thousand summers of long traditions set to scrutiny, while more and more the outsiders died and fed their earth. Yet inevitably the wider world grew aware of this untamed land, and with each passing winter the outsiders grew bolder. For time untold they tended to their holy ground, uninterrupted, only dimly aware of the changing world beyond. These ageless, titanic beings, charged with keeping the peace in this dangerous land, ensure that none within encroach without reason, and none without poach their secrets.
There are all-consuming grasses, crossbred fauna and poisonous flowers, but none are so fierce as the mighty Treant Protectors. Many are the traps and dangers of this land. To the forces of nature this is a sacred place, made to stay hidden and unknown. It is said that the things that grow here, grow strangely. Far to the west, in the mountains beyond the Vale of Augury, lie the remains of an ancient power, a fount of eldritch energy nestled deep in the high woods.