HazelWazel 448 Share Posted August 3, 2023 Pieces of thick recycled parchment seem to be found at random within the wilds, deep within forests, and caves. Where one would wander, one may just happen to stumble upon the odd carefully written letter. Spoiler It is in the nature of a druid to wander, for if they lose themselves within the wilds and amongst the voices, are they truly lost? For as long as I have been a druid it has not been odd for one day a brother or sister to just disappear without a single utterance or warning. We all know when the wilds whisper, we heed and answer their call without hesitation. It is not something we can fight, not that we could try to. I myself have seen it occur hundreds of times over, even experiencing the call for myself. It has been long since I have returned, but something had still remained unsettled within me, nagging at my very core. I had assumed, nay I had hoped, that those I were in the midst of guiding and teaching would be looked after and cared for. I fear I was wrong to hope such. I know we try our best to assure our brothers and sisters reach their fullest potential, but there are some I know who are out there that have slipped between our fingers. Forgotten druid who perhaps have given up and believe they have passed the time where they can learn. This, I promise you, is not true. I reach out to you now, to offer you a path to your fullest potential. You need not be ashamed, for I too was once lost. Please seek me or send a letter, for the only way to begin is by beginning. Moon Pillar of the Asul’Fiyem - Scorpion Druid, Elenora Divadri 18 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ztrog 1031 Share Posted August 3, 2023 "Oh mein Godan." A Blinded Waldenian would state when the missive was read to her. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turbo_Dog 1432 Share Posted August 3, 2023 (edited) a musin read over the missive and scoffed “missing? Those who praise the spirits are never lost or missing. Leave it to the nature dwellers to make people question themselves.” he tossed the missive onto his stone table for laughs later Edited August 3, 2023 by Turbo_Dog Italics and misread, corrected reply 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RaiderBlue 616 Share Posted August 3, 2023 Spoiler Two Worlds is the better Tarzan song. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Laeonathan 3965 Share Posted August 3, 2023 Raziel Amethil shoots a fireball towards his little niece while nodding in agreement, "Teaching is good, Ele!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HobbitForHire 207 Share Posted August 3, 2023 Malii'evarir would read the note she found on a hunt as she camped for the night. Then she read it again. And again. Each time the hysterical laughter she'd broken into growing before she crumpled the paper and threw it into the fire. "Ah the hunt's ruined, but by the mother I've gotta tell the others about this" she says as the laughter finally subsides and she wipes the tears from her eyes. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
frankdh 2255 Share Posted August 3, 2023 17 hours ago, HazelWazel said: I know we try our best to assure our brothers and sisters reach their fullest potential, but there are some I know who are out there that have slipped between our fingers. Forgotten druid who perhaps have given up and believe they have passed the time where they can learn. This, I promise you, is not true. I reach out to you now, to offer you a path to your fullest potential. You need not be ashamed, for I too was once lost. Please seek me or send a letter, for the only way to begin is by beginning. While drifting across Aevos in one of his stoner journeys, Earnest would come across a duplicate of this parchment in the jungles of Balian. "... man, what the-" He clicked his tongue in aggravation. "These damn dense druii, hypocrites- all'a them," he grumbled, crumbling up the parchment. But, not wanting to be a litter-bug, the greying old elf simply stuffed it into his pocket. "Anyone with a shred'a smarts would know not ta learn from 'em, they'll all just leave you with a lott'a hurt in th' end." The ghostly black cat, that had followed him ever since his expulsion from the Eternal Forests, slinked its way out from behind a tree. If a man grumbles in the middle of a jungle, did it ever truly happen?, the figment of his imagination would hum, blue eyes looking to him in an annoyingly cheeky manner. Why do you bother talking to yourself? "I don't, 'm talkin' to you," Earnest retorted, carrying on his way. The sounds of his stomping on layers of dead leaves followed him as he went, the cat weaving its way through the trees behind him. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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