Self-Appointed Prophet

Threndor always knew he was born for greatness. From the day his friend bought him that stupid mask he always wears onward, he knew that he was going to change the world. One day, while strutting through the forest, Threndor found a discarded sword with a face carved on it. A face matching his very own. "This settles it!" the cocky Sylvari declared "I was destined to be a god!" Ever since that "fateful" day, the fool has thought himself a god of nature. He commands animals and forest creatures (with the exception of bugs, he runs at the sight of those "detestable abominations") with little success. He has even tried to recruit fellow Sylvari to his so-called religion. It hasn't gone well... Maybe one day he will accidentally stumble across real power, but until that day I say we let him live in his foolish fantasy. After all, it keeps him occupied, and you know what they say: "A busy Threndor is a quiet Threndor, and that's the best kind we can ask for".