A large half-orc wielding a halberd spins to protect his ally; a massive tower shield of wood, vines, roots, and leaves growing from the wooden bracer on his arm. A half-elf calmly completes a long poem, her quill held by an elegant glove stitched from fine bark and leaves with small geodes growing from it. A halfling leans over a fallen warrior, the cloak on her shoulders seems to stretch and envelop his body, the long fronds covering him gently. These are the garradrugh, the rootborn, the voice of the Grove.
Throughout the known world, nature calls and speaks to many. Some answer through elemental magic - such as shaman and druids - while others hear the divine cadence of the forest - paladins and clerics. But there are others who listen deeper, who take the next step and become garradrugh. These warriors of the wood symbiotically bond with elemental beings or gods and serve nature fully and totally, working to find harmony between mortals and the natural world.
- from the publisher's blurb