The Creation Of A Battlestave

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Blessed Aspects, hear my cry.

 

Wolf Druid Ouity prowled the woodlands of Thales, eyes flickering back and forth from tree to tree. The sky was illuminated by familiar constellations, far older than even he. Ouity felt comforted by their presence overhead. Around him churned the voices of nature, louder now that he was far gone from the controlled chaos of the Descendants' encroachments.

 

Eyes peered from the undergrowth, eager to catch a glimpse of the ancient Druid as he passed, robes billowing around himself as he made his way through the glade. A few barked or hooted or clicked their welcome. Owls soared silently above him, and animals who normally would be wary of each other called truce to escort the ancient man along his journey. 

 

Guard this land that may never die...

 

The old song pulsed through Ouity's head. A mantra; a calling. A plea to the Aspects, but a reminder to himself. Duty above all- above his brothers, above his sisters, above his family and friends. He took a bitter moment to reflect on the few Druii who had done their best to vye against war. Allowing himself only a moment of surging anger, he quelled his emotions. It was better this way. He and the ablebodied would do what they needed to- however messy that may be. The others would be safe.

 

This is my prayer

 

Ouity halted before a young oak. It shone with vitality, and the lazy voice of the tree whispered to Ouity. He took a moment to judge the thing, taking a slow walk around it as the animals who had been his companions moved a distance away, seeming to sense that something was about to happen.

 

There is much to be done here.

 

The tree stirred, and Ouity felt the spark within it. brighten He thanked the Aspects for their gift with a murmur, channeling the familiar thrum of power through himself. The Druid is the vessel. He reminded himself, as if teaching a dedicant. Now was no time for pride.

 

The roots of the tree ripped themselves from the ground with the sound of tearing earth, the branches winding around each other to form arms, the roots, legs. Two pondering eyes slowly opened in the center of the trunk. Dark holes born into the wood, revealing not a thought of the creature Ouity had created. The leaves formed hair and beard- a cloak of them running down the Treant's back. Ouity nodded his approval, and reached out for his new companion. "Hail, friend." He breathed, listening for the voice of the Treant within his mind. There it was, among the chaos that was Order. "Come. There is much to do." Ouity commanded the construct gently,

 

Lift our eyes to what's near.

 

The treant lumbered closer, though he seemed to shrink as he did. Leaves retracted into wood, and wood condensed on itself. Its arms wove into the trunk, eyes vanishing as Ouity's outstretched hand met wood. He curled his hand around the front of the creature, for now it was small enough to do so. It continued to shrink, roots sucking inwards, wood smoothing and growing heavier as the beast compacted itself for the Hierophant. In merely a few moments, Ouity held before himself a staff. He tested the weight idly. Heavy- most men would falter to carry the weight of a young tree, but Ouity knew the uses for such a thing, a battlestave.

 

"Those who declare war against Nature... will feel the sting o' justice dealt." Ouity vowed upon his new tool. No, it was not a new tool; it was a new companion. One who he hoped would see him through more centuries to come. He turned swiftly, staff clutched tightly in his right hand as he strode briskly from the glade, back to waiting civilization, and to his waiting duty.

 

Blessed Aspects

[CommunistSpy 441]

(( Such staff, very pole, much wood, so battle, Druid powr, w0w! ))

[ThumperJack 927]

(( Very Nice! Not as good as...say.. an axe. ))

[Fid 566]

 

 

"Interesting."