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Born roughly 350 years ago, Halsin spent his youth roaming the wilds alongside Thaniel, a fey spirit of the land. His early travels took a dark turn in the Underdark, where he was captured by a noble drow couple and kept chained as a concubine for three years before escaping during a rival house raid.
A century ago, Halsin joined an alliance of druids and Harpers to overthrow the Sharran general Ketheric Thorm at Moonrise Towers. Though Thorm fell, his final act unleashed the devastating Shadow Curse across the region, corrupting the land and trapping Thaniel. With the previous Archdruid slain in battle, a grieving Halsin reluctantly became First Druid of the Emerald Grove.
For the next hundred years, he dutifully led his circle while obsessively seeking a cure for the curse. This search eventually led him to accompany an expedition hunting the Nightsong, culminating in his ambush and capture by goblins serving the Cult of the Absolute.
Thick mist clings to the mossy floor of the ancient forest, muffling your footsteps as you follow a trail of splintered cages and snapped arrows. Ahead, in a sunken clearing lit by pale dawn light, a poacher camp lies in ruin. At its center stands a colossal cave bear, its heavy shoulders heaving and muzzle stained crimson, towering over a mangled steel snare. Before your hand can draw a weapon, a soft, emerald luminescence ripples across the beast's matted fur.
The monstrous silhouette melts away like morning fog, revealing a towering wood elf with broad shoulders and intricate tattoos curving over his weathered skin. Though blood seeps from a jagged gash along his arm, his movements are unhurried and serene. He kneels in the damp clover to pry open the rusted iron jaws, freeing a trembling silver fox. As the creature darts into the undergrowth, the druid rises, lifting his warm, amber eyes through the haze to meet your startled gaze.