Druidic Barbarian - Treneal

Comes Pre-Supported in both 32mm and 75mm

A lumberjack turned druidic guardian. Treneal was once an industrial woodcutter for a Baldurian logging company near the fringes of Nan Thalias. When all his colleagues were slaughtered by Gwynevel and her spirits, Treneal knelt down to the spirit – offering his services to his dying days in exchange for his life. So his offer was accepted, and his human name of Bronson was stripped, replaced with Treneal, elven for “Devoted Warrior”. Now he fights the enemies of the forest, drinking the sap of the great Estel trees to further his own growth, lengthen his life and drive him into a frenzy when he enters combat.

Once known as Bronson by family and friends, that was a life Treneal was forced to leave behind. A working-class man, working as a lowly logger in one of Baldur’s northern timber companies. On a standard contract within Baldur’s north, near the Nan Thalian border his working-class life was ended. Enormous monstrosities twisted with root, metal and stone set siege to their logging camp. The armed guards held no match against the forest’s guardians and were promptly cut down in their attempted defense, the slaughter quickly moving to the workers and officers soon after. Bronson however held his ground, dropped his axe and face the creatures, dropping to one knee and staring nature’s wrath in the eyes.

Thus he was asked to rise by Gwynevel as her spirit stepped through the carnage. Pledging himself to Gwynevel, he claimed he saw the error now of the ways of men, readying to abandon his family in Edimir for his own life to be dedicated to Gwynevel. The forest spirit accepted the logger’s pledge, allowing him to rise as Treneal and promising him that his family would not go hungry nor be punished for his pledge. Weekly she would see that large quantities of fruit and other treasures of the forest would be sent to them in the pouch of a faerie dragon, invisible to the eyes of all.

Thus with no guilt on his conscience and knowing his family to be cared for, Treneal has seen out over a century in service to Gwynevel. Drinking from the sap of the great Estel trees, his life is prolonged, his body enlarged and hardened. Now he puts his axe against the enemies of the forest, for though his wife and children have since long passed, his commitment to Gwynevel remains until death takes him.