Absence and Atonement

[TwilightWolf 883]

"How dare you tolerate threats to nature."

 

The words of his elder cut like a knife to his soul. He felt the pain of unattuning his student anew, the claws of the Bruin sinking into his misplaced hope that he once cherished.

There was nothing he could say to mitigate the misunderstanding - that much was clear. If it had not been for the lingering pride that his mother had in his progress, he may have succumbed to a long spiritual sleep. He could not return to the Vale.

 

There was nothing he could say, no... But there was certainly something the TimberWolf could do.

The elfess that had grown his staff, answered his questions as a dedicant, and helped him disconnect a draoi...

The next time he would meet her, he swore, he would be holding a piece of the Dragon that terrorized her home.

He knew he had to prove himself, or die trying. That was the way of the Father's Balance.

 

 

And so, the TimberWolf rambled. It was nothing unusual, for him. He was an elf of lamentations and joy, weaved carefully through the only method the unattuned might hear the wonderous song of nature - his music. He often wondered, when the wolves would howl their own song at night, if his totem was both a curse and a blessing, for the blues are sung by men of constant sorrow.

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Much to his surprise... The journey to the Mountain King's halls was one of rejoice and welcome. The Sons of Urguan delighted in the rich wealth of the druid's healing music, their highlands finding new blooms and rejuvenated vitality as the Archdruid worked night and day. Where the whale's carcass had soured the soil and rotted the flora, the song of the Archdruid was there to heal the land and the morale of the Legion. Then, he knew he had in ally in his impossible task.

 

The Mountain understood well the personal task the Archdruid had shared with. And there, a grand plan between Druid and Dwarf King was forged; The reign of terror from the Dragon will come to an end by the Wrath of Cerridwen and the Fury of Yemekar.

 

As the Archdruid retreats to the treeline to begin quiet and lengthy preparations, he thought of Liri, his Haelun... Wyn, his dear friend... and chiefest of all his wife.

He vowed to bring them a story they could be proud of.