Some elves lose patience teaching the 'young' races, and set out to employ harsher methods. A few doubt the very intent of mother nature, and set out to bring their own vision to life.

A child at court, considering the world a private playground

A blade of darkest night turned to a different use, to teach and educate the knight?

A man of the city in the wild, a man of coin stands at nature's side? Can this go well, can it bear fruit? Will he be worthy, will duty take root?

Once a tool awakened on purpose, the looming stones have outlived their masters but not their purpose

As a way of defining your character better

The beast within became the beast without; ferocity and might blossoming in corpore upon the flesh.

“Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!”

A place more holy than any other

A spell for a penny

Pride. Strength. Skill.
These are the values of the Monroi, woven into their very being - for them, battle is not just self-preservation, but a need.

What is a forest’s firm support, yet walks ‘round on its own accord?
What’s possessed of a titan’s might, stands before you, yet out of sight?
What soundly spanks with gnarled root a behind that is not good?

An evil that nurtures evil, a dark mother that is cradle to shadow.

Another scary child's toy...

It is the tortured and imperfect souls who most often cannot find a clear path to the afterlife. Weighted down by sins unforgiven, sins for whose forgiveness they never ask, sins they never regretted.
To be added to Remaking Undead when finished

A tool of war, given free will to foster stife and conflict, that used that very same free will to become a messenger of peace.

Within the chest of a wizardly tool, there beats a Shard heart, deeming the master a fool.

Magic is a blessing and curse, life and death, birth and undoing, a goal and a way.

Salvation to oneself is bought through the salvation of others…