DENDROVARON

For countless years the city of Val Miran, Bastion of the West, has ever
been the home of the virtuous.  A city that has been called home by some of
the greatest heroes in Aabahran's history.  The city has also been the
target of evil aggressions countless times.  The city has been destroyed,
rebuilt, destroyed again, so on and so forth, but it has never been fully
eradicated.  The city itself, along with its people, have endured
unthinkable hardships.  Yet through their power of will, determination, and
righteous hearts they have continued and thrived.  

Though the people have always progressed beyond the obstacles in their way,
their hopes and wishes for safety have never slowed.  For millennia the city
has listened.  For generations the city has done its best to defend them
within its walls.  Forever has the city been collecting their prayers, and
forever the city itself has hoped to help.  

The final straw for the city was the appearance of the One True King of
Aabahran and the rampant destruction he sowed.  Val Miran had to do
something for its inhabitants, so it began.  Each building, each temple,
each road, and each wall began to coalesce the eons of prayers and righteous
cries together.  From this action was birthed Dendrovaron.  A being made
from the city of light itself to defend Val Miran, the west, and all who are
kind of heart.