Lyrax the Keeper

A gaunt old man in a faded brown cloak leans heavily on his staff and stares deeply into the forest of Shai'Ghool.

Information

• Area: Shai'Ghool
• Status: Pacifist
• Alignment: Neutral
• Race: Human
• Class: Druid
• Level Range: 50-55
• Affected By: Sanctuary

Description

The pale brown skin of this gaunt old man is stretched tight against his frame,
revealing the intricate bumps and details of the bones barely housed within. 
He is engulfed in his faded brown cloak, which may have fit him in younger and
healthier years, but now hangs loosely about him.  His gnarled hands entwine
around a thick wood staff, which digs into the earth as it supports his weight.
Almost every feature of his body and apparel speaks to the ravages of time
except for his blue-grey eyes, which cut through the gloom of the forest as 
sharp as ever - piercing all that upon which his gaze comes to rest.

Items

Inventory

Unknown coins

Notes

News 1074.

Lyrax quickly shoots out a hand and forces you to stop your approach.  With his spare hand he grips his staff and plunges it into a creeping tendril of parasite fungus. 
Lyrax the Keeper narrows his eyes.
Lyrax the Keeper says 'The reach of Graajchzrakil seems to be growing.  Be wary.'

You say 'Graajchzrakil'
Lyrax the Keeper says 'Graajchzrakil once had a place in the Ashen Forest.  He turned that which had once lived back into the material of life.  Entropy and destruction has its place in the cycle.  '

Lyrax rests his hands on one of the towering ash trees, stroking the mane of moss that grows at its base.
Lyrax the Keeper says 'But after the Shattering, his ambition seemed to grow and he corrupted Shai'ghool.  He fashioned himself an Overlord and created a shadowtroll as his minion.'
Lyrax's brow creases and his face darkens.
Lyrax the Keeper says 'The wards I had placed here when his infection began are growing weaker. His corrosion seeks to ensnare all of the Ashen Forest, creating a vast imbalance.'

Lyrax the Keeper says 'The initial infection was unexpected, but not unimaginable.  The weakening of the wards, this surge in power however is...surprising.  I wonder what foul well he is drawing upon for his 
newfound might.'

Lyrax the Keeper says 'Perhaps if I had three parts from the cycle of renewal, I could grow something to balance the travesty he has created in the woods.'

Lyrax the Keeper sits down and thinks deeply.

Lyrax the Keeper says 'It might need a final piece to bind it, something from a beast that regenerates...'

You say 'overlord'
Lyrax the Keeper snorts in disgust.
Lyrax the Keeper says 'Yes, "Overlord".  The title Graajchzrakil has given himself.  Overlord of decay and blight is fine, if that is what one strives for in life.'

You say 'shadowtroll'
Lyrax the Keeper says 'Yes, I see it moving about, waiting for a fool to cross its path. '
Lyrax the Keeper sits down and thinks deeply.

Lyrax the Keeper says 'Well, I say it, it might be them.'

Lyrax the Keeper says 'I think for a long time there was only one, but now there may be more.  The shadows make it hard to tell.'