Eminiscu

Encountered in Ur and Ignoble Assets.

Across time and space, she identifies pooling forest mana, and dissolves her reality to coalesce near the new coordinates. You might find her in any forest. Even simultaneously across continents. She enjoys playing puppeteer. Mortal business is like an ant farm. She is timeless, and amused.

From Ur campaign notes:

The party is directed by locals to visit the wise old hag Eminescu in a cave above the village – who has a troll servant. Rocky crags interspersed with cool forest, a local guides party up a barely perceivable path through the vines and giant leaves. Monkeys in the trees above. Then sure enough, through a curtain of hanging vines, a cave. The local dares not enter.

Mushrooms and mosses within, and giant beetles and spiders crunch underfoot if they don't get out of the way fast enough. Dripping water, hanging tree root tendrils. Huge dead frogs hang from vines, tied ritualistically upside down by the rear legs, some dried up, some putrid, some fresh.

Eminiscu sits on a rock in the back, a pool of still water in front of her, reflecting light from the outside up at her. She squats ungracefully, dark skin, gray dreadlocks streaked with mud and moss, huge swaying pancake breasts, glazed over white eyes, visible white chin hair, large warty nose, and a mossy blanket over her shoulders.

She says most everything as a question:

“ah, very good, you are sturdy warriors, yes?”

“You have slain my troll, this is a good sign, yes?”

“Worry not, he will rise in the morning, yes?”

“you, old one, you are marked, marked by the beast of the underworld, yes?”

“Worry not, old one, you are warded, yes? Marked but warded, some irony, yes?”

“Aye warded – the beast cannot harm you, for some years, and hence must harm you through its agents of influence, yes?”

“And you come now to challenge the beast, yes?”

Possible figure at Miniature Giant