Quercus

This old ent remembers fighting in the last ent-giant war, and the things he saw still haunt him millennia later. The scars he bears on his trunk are nothing compared to those he bears on his soul, and since then he has retired to the Heartwood and not left. A life of contemplation and serving the divine brings him some measure of peace, even as does the forest itself.

Level: 95
Description: A gnarled old ent wanders, lost in thought.

Gear

Quercus is using:
<worn on legs>     claddings of plated toadstools
<wielded>          a bone blowpipe
<held>             5 poison darts