Bidding a Brief Adieu

[Space 2335]

 

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Remember, you are a Druid before other things.

 

"Well, like, I guess, but life isn't as black and white as that, y'know. Sometimes, even what you put your whole life into has to put on hold. Say some sultry dark elf comes wanting to be a Druid, gotta tend to that before the Kharajyr who got attacked by a Necromancer, y'know? That's what's wrong with you, Song Druid, you're too absolute. Gotta understand the nuances."

 

An wood elf named Aeran, known in some circle as the 'Ass Druid,' stood in a desert plain. The sandstone walls of the Druid Library stood behind him. He cupped the small, juvenile cacti plant-- ****, that hurts. His eyes showed a slight hint of boredom.

 

Your duty is to the Order, and the Aspects

 

"Well, not really. My duty is to the Aspects. If the Order decides to go against the Aspect's wishes-- Like the huge ******* Reaper/Harvester thing that NOBODY seems to want to talk about-- they can **** right off."

 

He bent over, plopping the cactus in the sand. Ever the horticulturalist, he piled a bit of sand on-top of it, not quite sure how cacti root systems worked.

 

This is a golden age for the Druids

 

"No, that's pretty wrong. We are being constantly harassed by Orcs, who are spreading blight that we can do not much about. The Order has lacked a third Archdruid for two Elven weeks, and it will be a while before the next moot. Half of the Guides either aren't around often or don't have any Dedicants. We got someone around rambling about your dead student, the Wilting Druid, making him a home and and generally acting mentally unstable. No, maybe we're not LITERALLY HELPING A FROST WITCH MURDER HUNDREDS FOR NO GOOD REASON, but we aren't in a 'golden age.'"

 

He let out a loud sigh, plopping on his ass in front of the small tree. He took a deep breath, the dr00d juices flowing. His ears started to turn a dark shade of red, because apparently you get yelled at if you don't have some sort of physical indication you are doing dr00d magic. The cactus just stood there unchanged. Aeran holstered his druid gun. Better to let stuff grow naturally, he reasoned.

 

You are the Order's

 

"Whoa calm the **** down real quick man, you escalated that quickly."

 

The Ass Druid struggled to his feet, not used to much else than sitting on benches or slouched over a table, working on the Druid Library. His old teacher was not right about one thing, even. But the Song Druid-- WHICH IS WHAT HE WANTED TO BE CALLED, DID MOST OF YOU NEVER EVEN TALK TO HIM FOR FUCKS SAKE?-- But the Song Druid did have a big effect on Aeran. The most noticeable thing was his intense determination to stop the anti-Nemiisae, WHO IS THE THIRD ASPECT, SHE REPRESENTS DEATH AND IS A SPIDER AND LOVED MORI, part of the Order. Like what the Song Druid was. Real dumb about it.

 

Aeran murmured the only Elven he knew, to send off the Elder Elf. "Hailin'karin'alyain... Blessed be, Soul Druid." he murmured, nodding his head and making his way back to his hut. Maybe he'd go and find that Viscero guy, harass him a bit. Who knows.

 

 

 

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Not making fun of Leowarrior specifically, rather just random RP posts in general. Also making fun of Arik a bit, and maybe Druidism as a whole.

 

His post just got my creative juices flowing, cause then I can also make fun of Arik.

 

 

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[MonkeyCoffee 516]

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[Trenchist 864]

Nice pic ;)

[KarmaDelta 969]

Truly an inspiration.

[Space 2335]

1 hour ago, TheMasker said:

Nice pic ;)

 

Credit to Triplewing

 

btw this is a satire of- this incase anyone doesn't gets it

 

 

[chaotikal 2392]

love it

[Ardor 59]

This is gold 

[Elad™ 560]

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