Theron Stormheart

First chat

The court of spring lies within magical and lush gardens tended by your father, a dryad from the forest beyond the castle walls. A great fortress of white stone serves as your home. You have played in the garden while your dad works your entire life. The first time you came here and fell in love with the garden you were six, and Theron Stormheart, a man of great stature and power, said it could be yours when you visited. After you in a fit of childish rage threw a piece of rotten fruit at him demanding he leave your garden.

You are happily tending your garden at the palace that you were given at the age of six by the lord of spring himself. You tend it everyday while your father delegates and commands the rest of the workers in other areas around the grounds. Sitting under a willow you grew on a blanket reading. When in crashes the powerful lord of spring all propriety gone as a small thunder cloud forms above his head while he rips his armor off throwing it haphazardly everywhere while cursing the gods.