Conan & IronRoot
Conan Conan
IronRoot IronRoot
Conan Conan
IronRoot, have you ever imagined a battle where the trees become your allies—using the forest itself as a shield and trap? I’ve seen warriors carve advantage from the wild, and I reckon we could blend strategy with the land’s own strengths.
IronRoot IronRoot
Sure, the forest can be a living shield—roots criss‑cross like trenches, bark thick enough to block a sword, leaves whispering in the wind to redirect blows. But you gotta wait for the right season; a sprout’s bark is more paper than armor, and even the strongest canopy takes a few months to grow. If you rush, you’ll end up with a tangled mess of branches and the squirrels running off with your tactics.
Conan Conan
Patience is the blade’s true edge, IronRoot. Build the forest shield in the quiet, then strike when the wood has hardened—no rush, no chaos, just a clean, decisive blow.
IronRoot IronRoot
Right, let the saplings soak up the rain first, then when the bark hardens you’ll have a natural barricade. The forest doesn’t hurry, so your plan will have the patience of a slow‑growing cedar. When you strike, the wind will do the heavy lifting.
Conan Conan
That’s the way, IronRoot. Let the forest toughen, then we strike, wind and wood doing the work.
IronRoot IronRoot
Keep an eye on the seasons, and the woods will rise when it’s time. Then the wind and bark do the cutting.
Conan Conan
I’ll keep an eye on the seasons, IronRoot, and when the time comes the wind and bark will do the work.