Bound by a pact to Terra Prime and to act as the Emissary of the Bridge between it and other realms and worlds. This pact was initially between the Guardian Beast and the founder of the Primal Cult of Einar Ragnulf, my namesake.
There have only been a few others similar to me. We are bound into pacts and shaped by the Wyld to what is required for our time. My life is extended beyond most humans by my mother’s dryad gifts. I have lived for 80 years though I still seem as though a man half my age. That tie to nature mixed with my human father’s Druidic skill to become a Wolf with primal ties to the Wyld Hunt.
In me, there blossomed a skill to convince Nature to bend to my needs which is strengthened when I am in Primal form myself. I was later chosen by the Primal Cult to follow in Einar’s footsteps and bind myself to a greater fae named The Horned King.
The Oath Beneath the Antlers
“He did not speak with words. Not like men do.
His antlers scraped the canopy as he rose before me in the grove—eyes like polished stone, full of hunger and memory. I could feel the roots shifting beneath my feet, the wind carrying the scent of turned earth and old blood.
He gored me though my chest with his fist and as I bled out, I saw it:
—cities choking rivers with stone
—men twisting beasts into weapons
—a child planting salt in the soil, told it was progress.
Then the Hunt came. It tore through fire and rot. Not for vengeance. For balance.
And I knew what he wanted from me. I am not his weapon. I am his warning. The green fire in my veins, the hex in my breath, the life I call from dead places—
These are not gifts.
They are signs.
Turn back, he says through me.
Or you will hear the horns.
As I realized that, I awoke to a tree sprout of twisted Oak and Ash growing through the hole in my chest fed by my life blood. I realized it was an emblem of my calling. I took it in my hand and it broke off after plugging my chest. I now carry it as a staff and it helps me show the world.”
He named me the Green-Tongued Emissary to speak for the Wyld and show the need to respect it and keep the balance. I have run with the Wyld Hunt against a zombie plague in Europe (though it is too intoxicating a rush to leave again if given another chance). I have moved from dense forests all over the world to even the lowly modern park, which humans still recognize the need for. I have acted through the years to the best of my ability to guard the Green and show the cost of disrespecting its power.
I have found strange portals and gateways to many other worlds. I have brokered a fair exchange in creating wards that would regulate and bind the crossing from those other worlds. One of those such gateways has recently undergone much change that was not authorized under the initial bindings. I came to this place called Goldcrest University to investigate.