A Departure

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

In the dead of night, punctuated by a heavy storm, the Druid Grove of Felsen's lights faded out one by one as small streams of Druids made their way to and fro from the woodline, backs made heavy by that which they thought important. An observer from the wall who might brave the rainy night would find the once vibrant grove growing still and dark through the pouring rain.

 

The last of the lights extinguished, many of the Druids simply wandered away through the storm- scattered and taking no clear path. Only a small group remained, small figures against the massive, lush undergrowth the Grove had become. One figure steped out from the others, silhouetted by the darkness. A brief flash of lightning would reveal him as a cloaked, cowled figure, green drab making him almost invisible from a distance, set against the grass. It raised both its hands, a shout lost to the wind- barely perceivable to the ears of any onlooker.

 

Slowly, the grove seemed to come to life. The treetops, almost non perceptually at first, began to shrink. As the highest of the trees began to come down to earth, the lowest trees made quick work of their transformation, becoming lost to the dark ground where they once stood. Vines sprung back into the ground, grasses merged back into their normal sizes. Before long, little of the once-magnificent grove stood, and that which did was little more than saplings.

 

One tree, however, grew bigger. Its branches snaked out to all corners of the grove, gathering the now-seeds of its brothers and sisters onto its branches, where they fused as if never fallen. Laden with the lineage of the grove itself, the branches returned to their normal state, before the last tree too began to shrink.

 

In minutes, it was over- the field as empty as the day the Druids found it, save for a single seed. The lone figure strode through the rain, bent down, and pocketed it before he and his crowd, too, dispersed.

 

The Druids were gone.

 

[Rig 17580]

Khorr'valan's lips moved into a joyous smile. "At last," he said to Koraz. "There are no Draoi in this section of Oren this is an opportunity to rejoice."

[Rammer 388]

Asher shrugs as he notices the Druids had fled from Felsen "I had only rarely saw any of them. S'pose it shall not be much of a diffrence" He comments as he continues to pace forward into the city

[Mrlollytime 102]

As Shynys passes through Felson on trade he overhears the news and wishes he could have welcomed the druids to the ocean city of Sutica.

 

Later while in the carriage back home, he states to nobody in particular "I wonder where the druids will find their peace and home", he then turns and looks out to the vast ocean in thought.

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.