Mighty Green Wood Trident

The Mighty Green Wood Trident rests heavy in the palm of a weathered trader, its shaft a living ribbon of emerald wood that seems to breathe with the light. The six tines sprout like curved branches, each pointed and glistening with sap, while the grip is wrapped in worn leather etched with pale, looping runes. If you tilt the head toward the sun, the wood pools green at the grain as if a small forest hid within the core. A faint resin scent clings to your fingers, and the weapon feels warm, almost sentient, as if it remembers every voyage it accompanied. Locals swear the trident was carved by a wood-smith who bargained with river spirits to fuse a living tree with a warrior’s will. The greenwood itself is said to resist rot and drought, a memory of seasons survived and battles won. Inscribed runes speak of guardianship over water and wood, a pact between land and tide. In that sense, the weapon is less a tool of skirmish than a link—between ferry crossings and forest paths, a signal that the woods will watch the people who walk them. In battle, the trident is about range and restraint as much as raw force. In capable hands, its reach lets you keep threats at bay while comrades reform around your stance. The Mighty prefix marks extra power and a higher chance to land decisive blows, turning a staggered affair into a string of clean exchanges. The carved wood seems to nudge you toward careful timing—a thrust to interrupt, a rippling sweep that buys space for healers, and a moment to anchor a skirmish before it spills into chaos. Some builds pair it with water or earth skills, letting the weapon’s rhythm guide terrain control. It may learn your pace with time. Markets by the riverbank echo with stories of traders who value the wood’s life as much as its light. At Saddlebag Exchange, the trident sits among other legends, and the crowd murmurs about supply, reputation, and the hands that tend to it. A fair price for such a relic shifts with season and rumor, but I heard seasoned buyers speak of a few gold as a baseline, with rare batches climbing when the greenwood glows in the dusk. Still, every sale carries a quiet oath: this weapon will travel with a new keeper, and keep faith with the forest. By night, the weapon feels less a tool and more a companion on the road, a thread tying past and present. The Mighty Green Wood Trident remains a symbol that a frontier can be tended, that courage can be grown from living timber. It invites stories of ferries and forests, of traders who barter not just goods but memories. If you hear the whisper of branches when you hold it, keep walking—the world is wide, and the woods are listening. Its edge has tasted storms and stillness alike, and every keeper adds a new page to its old, living story.