Castor Sundrinker

## Castor Sundrinker, Nature's Sickle

"I'll let the worms have their fill of you, scum!"

## History

Castor was one of a small group of Leshies created by a powerful druid in the forests on the outskirts of Darkwall. His body was the largest, and most powerful, and his spirit was rambunctious and proud, so he designated himself the Warrior of the group, its best and only protector. The Leshy were fairly sedentary and reclusive, few ever leaving the forest in the early days. Castor was one of the few to interact with the other races that entered the forest-- hunters mostly. It is from them he learned how to truly fight, and how to read basic things. However, he always took umbrage to the hunters who used the blackpowder weapons. They disturbed the wildlife and left metal shards embedded in the wood, and their powder smelled awful. He always endeavored to make sure they came back less by attacking them.

However, his least favorite people were the undead. Perversions of nature, who horded their flesh when it should have been turned to fertilizer. However, while Castor would have been content to leave the stinky undead (as he could not figure out how to kill them), the other Leshy were not as prone to adventure and wandering as him. Their community was firmly planted where it was, and Castor didn't want to leave it. At least, for the foreseeable future. Unfortunately, Castor did not predict Darkwall's expansion. Every city wants to grow, and to do so you need lumber and space. At first, it was just one man with an axe, who chopped down a few trees to make his family a home. While Castor was upset he didn't plant any saplings in its place, the other Leshy were happy to pick up the slack. But then it was two men. Then four. At an ever increasing pace Darkwall was encroaching on the Leshy community, and no matter how many trees they planted between themselves and the city, the Leshies were getting less safer by the day. Castor wanted to do something, but as just one person, he could do nothing at all. He tried to rally the others for combat, but with few weapons and less willing soldiers, it was for naught. The Leshy were forced to flee south to Ger'kroz.

After this, Castor struck out on his own. While he would always love his family, he could not stand idly by while things like this continued to happen. He heard from the rangers and hunters that similar things were happening all over the world-- ever expanding stone walls, great metal ships that polluted the ocean. He could not stand idly by anymore. Now, he was nature's warrior, its sickle to reap the rotten.

## Appearance

Castor is far more humanly proportioned than most Leshy. He's a leaf leshy, standing at about three and a half feet tall-- fairly tall for one of his kin. His skin is an olive color, that has the same texture as a particularly thick stock of leek, with little fuzzy hairs like a peach. These hairs grow particularly long around the areas in between the knee and heel, and the forearms, looking like a sort of green fur. For hair he has a variety of large leaves that stick out in all directions, though he mostly wears a hood to keep them under control. Even then two bangs stick upwards out of them. Finally, he has large cerulean eyes-- all the one flat color, no sclera.

For clothing, he generally just wears a brown long vest, a green hood, and a fur loincloth.

## Friends

The Leshy of Ger'kroz: His family. He'll always love them.

## Foes

The Citizens of Darkwall: For their expansion, and harboring of the undead.

Those who defile nature: Those who chop down many trees without planting a single one, those who hunt to endangerment or extinction, and those who alter the cycle of life.

## Goals

Castor will say his only goal is the defense of nature. However, this is not entirely true. While this is his main goal, he also would like to find the druid who summoned him one day, and aid his family in returning to the forest of Darkwall where they used to call home.