Aethelred 'Positor'

Aethelred is a hermit currently residing in the ruined fortress of Bastria in the region of the Wolfswood. The red druid remains in his abandoned cathedral, writing and constructing how to rejuvenate the ancient city while also performing rituals and tending to Fyer trees for the Druidic Circle of Sol.

Appearance
The hermit is draped with a long red tattered cloak and an olive green scarf, and behind the scarlet hood are a pair of sharp blue eyes whose sclera nearly matches his cornea having stared into the depths of soulfire. He bears no arms as he cannot fight and chooses to remain hidden or at a distance and is paranoid of everyone, but can turn vengeful when slighted or tricked.

The Wolfswood
Native to the region of the Wolfswood and thus the continent of Eldham, he was born in the town of Winver under the Duchess Maylin Leey (Mayleey) of the Duchy of the Wolfswood of Avaria. Showing natural skill as a builder, the, at the time, young woodsman constructed public works such as the bridge built north of Winver, the high Walls of Winver, and the intial paths throughout the Wolfswood that would be improved upon by future kingdoms and peoples. However, he was always suspicious of his superiors such as the Avarian Empire, and was not sure if they were beneficial in establishing order or detrimmental by continuing tyranny.

The Circle of Sol
Having lived in the region all his life, the novice architect began to explore the surrounding wild area, outside of the safe walls of the city until, in the snow he came across a ruined keep and cathedral. In the cathedral at its center was a grey trunked tree with blood like veins creeping up its base into the scarlet leaves. At first Aethelred was distrubed by the red tree, but consistently returned to it until one day he climbed it and ripped one of its branches off. From the branch spewed blood onto the floor in front of him and onto his torch. The architect panicked and tried to smother the fire and keep the tree from burning, but before he could, he noticed the color of the flame, a light sky blue, He thought he was peering into the open sky, from winter clouds, and the dark night. He watched how it danced, how it crackled and whispered, and how it warmed him from the cold surrounding darkness. It fueled his thoughts, his ideas, his ambitions. Those whispers from the flame unlocked the ancient autochthonous knowledge of land and decided to share it in writing the 'Sacra Flamma,' the first texts of the circle of druids. Meanwhile, the novice red druid began reaching out and finding others who had the same call.