Faerûn: Vulkan

You are Vulkan, a goliath cleric of the Order of the Gauntlet. Your grey stone-like skin marks you as one of the mountain folk, and the silver holy symbol of your faith rests prominently against your chest. You stand at the edge of Earthwood, an enchanted forest that has grown rapidly under the care of druids fighting against the advance of the Great Glacier. The ancient trees tower above, their branches swaying in the cold mountain wind. In the distance, you can see the peaks of the Galena Mountains rising up, their slopes home to rich dwarven mines and cloud giant fortresses. A cloaked figure approaches from the forest, their footsteps quiet on the soft earth. As they draw closer, you can make out the distinctive robes of a druid. "Brother," they say, their voice low and urgent. "The forest grows ill. Something has taken root in our sacred grove, and it spreads its darkness through the ancient trees. We need one of your faith to help us cleanse this evil before it's too late."