A Barbarian Accord

Lars walked slowly but surely, each step taking him closer to his goal as he skirted the edge of the Greythorne Forest.

His goal wasn't inside the forest, no. It was the giant Green Tree that stood tall in the distance. He knew the tree was older than even the Greythorne forest. It stood like an old guard, its massive trunk standing out against the clear blue sky.

Green Trees such as this one were the source of the power the barbarian Druids wielded. 

The White Trees were long dead, the Blood Trees gave power to the Knights of Albion, and the barbarians had struck a pact with the Green Trees, tying their bloodline to its magic. 

Other trees existed, all rumored to be mere branches of Yggdrasil the world tree, but that was of no concern to him.

He took step after step as the sun travelled through the sky. Insects chittered, leaves rustled, and the creatures in the forest howled, but Lars barely noticed. His focus was singular.