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We have just uploaded Finegas the wise, ready to be printed in 75mm scale.

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We inverted the order of release of Finegas and Freya in Hildisvíni this month to improve this file and fix some details useful for a better printing. Meanwhile, you can read the story of the druid Finegas here 👇

FINEGAS THE WISE 🍀

n the ancient forest of Eloran, in the Hyperborea Kingdom, where the trees whispered secrets older than time and rivers sang songs of forgotten eras, lived Finegas the Wise, a druid of unparalleled power. Finegas had been born under a rare alignment of the stars, a celestial event that marked him as one destined to walk the path of nature's guardian. From a young age, he displayed an uncanny connection to the world around him. The wind carried his laughter through the trees, and the earth thrummed beneath his feet, recognizing him as one of its own. ✨

As Finegas grew, so too did his mastery over the elements. He could summon rain to quench the thirst of parched lands or call forth a gentle breeze to soothe the weary. The animals of the forest were his closest companions, for they sensed his kindred spirit. Wolves prowled at his side as protectors, while owls served as his watchful eyes during the night. Even the smallest creatures, from the industrious ants to the elusive foxes, heeded his call, knowing that Finegas would never ask of them what he would not give in return.

But Finegas's wisdom was more than just his control over nature; it was his understanding of its balance. He knew that the storm was as necessary as the sunshine, that the predator and prey both had their roles to play. This wisdom made him not just a ruler of the elements, but a steward of harmony. The villagers from nearby settlements often sought his counsel, trusting in the druid's deep knowledge of both the mystical and the mundane. ☯

One day, a darkness crept into Eloran—a blight that threatened to consume the forest from within. The trees withered, rivers dried up, and the once-vibrant animals became lethargic and weak. Finegas felt the pain of the land as if it were his own. He knew that this was not a natural ailment but a curse, one born of malice and hatred.

Summoning all his strength, Finegas ventured deep into the heart of the forest, to a place where even the bravest dared not go—the Abyssal Grove. There, in the center of the grove, he found the source of the corruption: a twisted, blackened tree that pulsed with a sickly, green light. This was the work of a sorcerer who sought to enslave the forest for his own dark purposes.

Finegas knew that the only way to save Eloran was to channel the pure essence of the elements into a single, focused strike to cleanse the blight. He called upon the winds, the waters, the fire, and the earth. They responded to him, their chosen guardian, with a power so intense that it shook the very foundation of the grove.

With a voice that resonated with the thunder of a thousand storms, Finegas commanded the elements to converge upon the cursed tree. A blinding flash of light erupted, and when it faded, the tree was no more. In its place stood a sapling, vibrant and green, the first sign of the forest’s healing.

Though the effort drained much of Finegas’s strength, he smiled, knowing that Eloran would thrive once more. The animals, sensing the return of balance, gathered around him in a silent tribute to their protector. The winds whispered their gratitude, the rivers flowed with renewed vigor, and the earth beneath his feet hummed a song of life.

Finegas the Wise had once again restored harmony, not just to the forest, but to all who lived within its embrace. And so, he returned to his sacred grove, to rest and watch over the land he had sworn to protect, until the world called upon him once more.