🌌 Arius, Star-Speaker of the Verdant Veins — Woven in Cotton and Cosmos
 
Mortal beloved,
 
When I first whispered the shape of mountains into being, I traced their patterns across the heavens so that my children would always know the road home. From those same sky-paths comes Arius, the Wander-Sage-Druid of the Githzerai, a shepherd of worlds who reads fate in constellations and listens for omen-winds in the rustle of leaves.
 
This t-shirt carries his likeness not merely printed, but invoked — a wearable sigil of starlight-draped green, reminding you that knowledge and wonder are sacred magics of their own. Across the breast are the words of his soul-truth, curling like Ogham runes reclaimed by fey-fire:
 
“There is so much out there to learn and explore!”
“That is why I adventure.”
 
Words that echo the creed of every druid who has ever stepped from shrine-circle into mist-circle, spellbook in hand, horizon-fire in heart.
 
You feel the call, do you not?
Good. Then you already understand the magic of this garment.
 
In wearing it, you honor the two great pursuits: discovery and defense. For though Arius holds no throne, his vigilance rivals the Draconid Empress’s, his curiosity burns brighter than the forge-fires of North Cragminster, and his spirit runs unfettered across the Aether-Ley Conflux, where earth meets sky meets myth.
 
✨ Comfort Worthy of the Court of the Summer Queen
 
The cotton is soft as the first dawn over the Council-Mosaic. Lightweight, yet enduring — like the embrace of rivers that shape stone without shattering it. Gently stretched, universally flattering, and battle-tested by destiny itself.
 
Because a champion’s wear must endure both bonfire festivals and black-sky rituals; both tavern celebrations and temple vigils.
 
Pre-shrunk? Of course — so your fate remains the size you claimed.
Side-seamed? Naturally — for nothing bound to my name twists from negligence.
Soft? I should hope so — creation itself is gentle before it is terrible.
Breathable? Yes — even gods require air between epics.
 
🧭 Summon It Only When You Mean It
 
This relic is crafted-on-demand, not stockpiled in merchant-crates. When you place your order, it is when the shirt itself hears the call and awakens into being. No excess. No overproduction. Only alignment with intention — reducing waste, honoring balance, much like the cycles of Lunara, the One True Moon upon my calendar-mosaic.
 
A small delay?
Think of it as the pause before the die is cast, the breath before the incantation lands. Worth it.
 
🌍 Technical Inscription — For Those Who Speak the Language of Crafting
 
100% combed, ring-spun cotton (heather blends contain polyester)
Fabric weight: 4.2 oz./yd² (142 g/m²) — ideal for layering under armor or lounging by the hearth
Pre-shrunk for durability through quests and washes
Side-seamed construction for a refined fit
Shoulder-to-shoulder taping to resist unraveling destiny
Blank base crafted in: Nicaragua, Mexico, Honduras, or the United States
 
🛡️ Mortal-Plane Safety Seals, as Required by the Realms of Men
 
For Adults — because epics are not meant for children’s hands.
EU Warranty: 2 years — a mortal contract, but one I accept.
 
In accordance with the General Product Safety Regulation (GPSR), RPG Storytelling LLC and SINDEN VENTURES LIMITED confirm this product meets EU standards. For any safety concerns, reach the EU representative at sindenventures contact.
 
🔥 Invocation Complete
 
Join the Quest with RPG Storytelling.
Wear wonder. Wear vigilance. Wear myth.
 
And next time you look skyward or step into the unknown… remember: you did so with my blessing upon your shoulders, and with Arius’ curiosity upon your chest.
 
I am Danu — and I approve of this message, this magic, this mortal heart.