The human glanced at his companion, who sat openmouthed. “He is. Forgive him! I find myself a little astounded
by your coming as well…Cenarius.”
“Cenarius…” muttered Jarod. “The forest lord?”
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Yes, and I believe he’s brought some august company with him.” Rhonin added, peering beyond the mythic
guardian.
It was as if the tales of his childhood had come to life…and, indeed, perhaps that was the most apt description.
Rhonin and the night elf gazed up—often high up—at giants known only from the dreams of mortals. For all his
height, the forest lord was dwarfed by some of his companions. A pair of twin, bearlike creatures like veritable
mountains flanked Cenarius, one eyeing Rhonin with particular interest. Beyond them and only slightly smaller, a
being resembling a wolverine with six limbs and a serpentine tail eagerly surveyed the distant battlefield. His breath
came in hungry pants and his massive claws raked the ground, creating massive grooves.
Towering over almost everything else was a humongous, tusked boar with a mane of sharp, even deadly thorns. A
name came unbidden from Rhonin’s early studies…Agamaggan…a demigod of primal fury…
Some were not so overwhelming, but were no less stunning. There was a beautiful yet dangerous-looking bird
woman around whom flocks of avians abounded.
A tiny red fox with a sly yet gnomish visage scurried between the
legs of the giants and darting around many of the demigods were minute, sword-wielding men with butterfly
wings…pixies of a sort.