Grove Speaker

Jubilant Collectors that Speak for the Trees

A Grove Speaker is a fairly uncommon sight, typically living only in the deepest and densest forests. Those fortunate enough to encounter one will be met by an exuberant and whimsical spirit, eager to make new friends and be regaled by tales of adventure from far off lands. Within its small frame lies the fierce spirit of a protector, guarding its home against any intruders that mean it harm. 

Forest Guardian. Grove Speakers start their lives moving from place to place till they find a forest to call home once they reach maturity. With an innate ability to breathe life into the trees themselves, the dragon considers the forest to be both its home and its family. As other dragons hoard gold and jewels, a Grove Speaker prizes the lushness and vibrancy of its domain above all else. Any who threaten the sanctity of its home are met with the full fury of the forest as the trees themselves rise against them. 

Collector of Tales. Adventurers that catch the Grove Speaker’s eye can often barter with the small dragon, who wants not for treasure or riches, but stories and souvenirs. Those who can offer the guardian a rousing tale of their adventures or offer up an item with great history and significance will certainly earn its favor, and with it, safe passage through the forest. A particularly generous dragon will even offer instant transportation to wherever its guests wish, saving them the trouble of finding their way. 

Valued Quarry. Many have been enticed by tales of the sap-blood that flows within the veins of the Grove Speaker; a liquid said to have restorative properties that surpass any healing potion and medical cure. Though the number of Grove Speakers killed by humanoid hands remains low, this does not stop those who seek to extract this golden nectar from its corpse from embarking on expeditions through the thickest forests they can find. 

As you continue your journey through the dense forest, you cannot shake the feeling of eyes upon you and your party. As your eyes flit about, you narrowly catch a glimpse of a small form darting between the trees to your right. No, to your left! Behind? All around you, too fast to track. Just as you start to lose your bearings, you hear a bright voice call out “Heya! Ova’ here!” Turning to face the melodic chirp, you witness a leafy-green dragon emerge from the trunk of a tree, with a wide grin and even wider eyes. “So, what’s the craic?”