Timnar's Beard

"Once upon a time, in a realm veiled by the mists of forgotten ages, there stood a mountain that bore the weight of secrets untold. This mountain, an austere sentinel against the canvas of the sky, cradled a copse of trees known as Timnar's Beard. This was no ordinary thicket, but the silent keeper of a wizard's legacy—Timnar, the master of earthen magics.
In an age when arcane whispers danced with the wind, Timnar, a venerable wizard, dedicated his life to unraveling the mysteries of the earth. His powers resonated with the very heartbeat of the mountain, and his knowledge, vast as the roots that anchored the trees, promised to be an enduring testament to the convergence of magic and nature.
Timnar's end was as quiet as his life was extraordinary. As his final breath melded with the mountain air, the wizard uttered an incantation that echoed through the ancient stones. A transformation unfolded, turning his form into a magnificent oak, his essence merging with the roots that spread like veins through the heart of the earth.
The copse that emerged atop the mountain, known thereafter as Timnar's Beard, became a sacred ground—an earthen mausoleum that cradled the wisdom of the wizard. Stone golems, animated guardians forged from the mountain's core, stood sentinel over the wizard's resting place. Their watchful eyes, composed of precious gems imbued with Timnar's magic, sparkled with an eternal vigilance.
Centuries passed, and Timnar's legacy remained a concealed gem, hidden from the eyes of the world. Yet, whispers of the mountain's secret reached those attuned to the arcane currents. Among them was Elara, a young sorceress with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Drawn by the mystical resonance emanating from the peaks, she embarked on a perilous journey to uncover the enigma of Timnar's Beard.
As Elara ascended the mountain, the air grew thick with ancient magic. The gnarled branches of Timnar's Beard beckoned her forward, whispering secrets carried by the winds since time immemorial. Stone golems, stoic and resolute, observed her ascent with eyes that bore the weight of the wizard's wisdom.
At the copse's heart, beneath the sprawling boughs of Timnar's Beard, Elara encountered the silent guardians—treants, ancient protectors in slumber. Their bark-covered forms spoke of an ageless existence, their roots entwined with the remnants of Timnar's magic.
To proceed, Elara needed to prove her worthiness. The stone golems, embodiments of the mountain's strength, stirred to life. With a mere gesture, they summoned an arcane trial—an intricate dance of earthen challenges that demanded a harmony of magic and reverence for nature.
As Elara navigated the trials, the treants stirred from their deep sleep, their limbs creaking like the timeworn pages of an ancient tome. Recognizing a kindred spirit in the young sorceress, they extended their branches in an ethereal greeting, granting her passage into the sanctum of Timnar's wisdom.
Within the heart of the copse, Elara discovered a vault of knowledge—a repository of spells, incantations, and the accumulated lore of Timnar's earthly journey. Every leaf, every branch whispered forgotten truths to her eager ears, revealing the secrets of the earth itself.
Enlightened by the wizard's legacy, Elara descended the mountain, the secrets of Timnar's Beard cradled within her very being. The stone golems returned to their silent vigil, and the treants resumed their slumber, knowing that the cycle of guardianship would endure.
As Elara ventured into the world, the echoes of Timnar's Beard faded into the winds, leaving the mountain to guard its secret once more. The copse of trees, with its roots entwined in the sorcery of a bygone era, awaited the day when another seeker would ascend the peaks to commune with the whispers of Timnar's silent legacy."

Folk tale passed on thru generations of local residents