Nalthaliarstrelous, or simply Nalthal, is Magnolia's [Gardener] and one of her more dangerous servants.

Appearance Edit

Nalthal is a dour-looking old man in dirty robes.[1]

Personality Edit

Unlike every other servant in Magnolia’s employ, he doesn't act in a professional manner, does not bow to her, and even glares at Magnolia when he is irritated by her.[1]

Nalthal resents taking orders even from Magnolia, personal contact, questions about personal life, and people stepping on grass.[2]

Furthermore, he seemingly dislikes talking, having so far not spoken a single word. Although he has the tendency to grunt.[1]

Background Edit

Chronology Edit

Powers and Abilities Edit

His prowess are so high that even Zel and Ressa are reluctant to stay in his near vicinity.[1] Among the [Druids] he is the best at terraforming, combat and shapeshifting.[3]

Classes/Levels: Edit

  • [Druid] Lv. ?[1] (High Level)
  • [Gardener] Lv. ?[1]

Skills: Edit

  • [Challenge of the Wilds]
  • [Detect Life]
  • [Earth's Gaze]
  • [Memory of the Earth]

Spells: Edit

  • [Regeneration] (Can only use it at low level, such as remove scar tissue)

Trivia Edit

  • Ressa and Nalthal don't get along.[4]
  • According to Bekia, his overgrown hedge maze could probably kill a small army if they wandered in.[4]
  • In case people attacked Magnolia in her estate, she gives the corpses to Nalthaliarstrelous for...composting.[4]

Quotes Edit

  • (To Mrsha) “You? Well met, little landfriend. You’re untaught, aren’t you? Strange. Is this your place?”
  • (To Mrsha) “My apologies for intruding. ‘Tis good land. Wondrous, terrible flowers. I am on my duties. Until then.”
  • (To Magnolia) “Hmf. All stone. Disgusting. And there’s something beneath. Damn Drakes, messing up the land and burying damned dungeons all over the place…”
  • (To Erin) “No one indicated that to me. Why wasn’t there a sign? I would have obeyed it.”
  • (On a sign) ‘If you kick your dog, you will never walk again.’
  • (To Lyonette) “Law? Laws say many things. ‘Do not hurt that man’. Make him pay money for torturing his wards. He will not learn. When I break his legs for spurring a horse when it screamed and bled—he will remember.”
  • (To Mrsha) “Here is mine, and what I believe: to hurt those who cannot defend themselves is a poor thing. To waste is a poor thing.”

References Edit

  1. 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 1.4 1.5 Chapter 4.44 M
  2. Glossary
  3. Interlude – A Meeting of [Druids]
  4. 4.0 4.1 4.2 Chapter 6.27 M
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