The Legend of Mythann: Reborn
Jordax is a half-orc druid from the town of Mountainroot, where she served as a bank guard with her animal companion, Sophia. She and Alida joined in the Mountainroot Alliance/Defiance (MAD), a revolt against conscription, before adventuring together for many years.
During one of the adventures, Jordax and Sophia became trapped beyond the Veilgate. She fought alongside the Dragon Lords in a cosmic war for the fate of Mythann, and occasionally rejoined her companions to fight on the material plane as well.
Following the downfall of Pride and the other Sins, Jordax and Sophia joined their fellow adventurers in many of the celebrations held throughout Mythann. Wanting to maintain her peaceful life, however, she refrained from telling too many of her own exploits in the campaign. Eventually, she tired of the pedestal many grateful citizens had placed she and the other World Walkers upon. Desiring to travel without being hounded by admirers, she visited every city in which statues had been erected in the adventurers’ honor, and changed her and Sophia’s likeness in the stone. She then changed her name and faded into the general citizenry of Mythann, occasionally joining other campaigns to help turn back the tide of evil and corruption that still existed.
As her sixtieth year approached, Jordax finally felt weighed down by her adventures, but wanted to do one last thing to protect those deserving of it throughout time. In this spirit, she chose a central crossroads in Mythann, where highway robbers had divested many good citizens of their hard-earned wealth, leaving some dead in their wake. She transformed into a gnarled, bent, old oak, with huge spreading branches and roots. Her faithful companion, who lived an unnaturally long life for a tiger, was turned with her, leaning against Jordax’ side and gazing up at her beloved master. Her spirit dissipated through the veil, but it was said that if an honest traveler found themselves caught after dark in the dangerous area, they could find shelter from rogues and bandits within the shelter of the old oak, as Jordax’ spirit sat in quiet watchfulness on the other side of the veil.