The Druids

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Ouity watches Jameson go with an annoyed scowl on his face, turning to Quincy.

Stay your tongue, lest it betray you. Without the Aspects, what you inherit here is naught but a title, and a staff. With their guidence, you recieve enlightenment that few will ever experience. It angers me that Jameson has swayed so many of you so easily, and with not an iota of evidence to back his claim. He, in fact, has been gifted dreams by the Aspects, and it turns me sour to think that he would revert from the path so easily.

[domainoft 191]

I find myself asking such questions as. Why would the wise Aspects choose to bestow such gifts of wisdom and guidance on one that would betray them and his breather-in, Perhaps there is more to this than we are all observing.

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Perhaps, because they don't particularly care what we do as long as we hold to our pacts- to protect nature. Unless I am mistaken, no Druid among us has violated this sacred commandment? Jameson has not betrayed anybody, he has simply strayed from the path.

[CraftPrime 35]

I wasn't swayed by Jameson, to me, it was quite unexpected, why would James think to betray the Aspects? His points are made clear, yet this does raise some questions...

People believing in Jameson may show how much of a friend he is to most, and this comes to the realization that he could convert many people to this belief, but he would most likely not.

[Sister Sequoia 438]

So long as Jameson walks the druidic path, I don't see why he cannot believe what he chooses to. I know him, not as well as I'd like but well enough, and I don't doubt his commitment to the druids.

I choose to believe in the Aspects, that is my choice. He chooses not to, and that it his.

[CraftPrime 35]

Indeed. I just don't want to see some Dedicants wandering around the Grove asking questions that could interfere with their daily learning.

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Then we shall speak of this no further. I will discuss this with Jameson when first I am able.

[Hobolympic 1093]

*A brown hawk flies over the druid grove, carrying a note. It soars down into the thick forest, dodging the branches and leaves along the way with grace. It lands on a seemingly old-looking oak, and let's out a "Bwaak!" in order to get attention. Some druids gather around the tree, watching the hawk fly off into the distance. On the very branch the hawk was standing on, lays a note. A man picks unfold the note quickly, and start to read it loudly.*

Dear Druids of The Grove,

We, The Guardians, and the people of Glenwood are in need of your assistance. Recently, vast sandstorms have been spotted near our town. The sands are changing, molding new formations everyday. The problem, lies in the winds. The recent storms have caused the sand to tear down the supports that are holding up the ledge near the noble district. The damages would be fatal if the support would fall apart. It seems as the hugging desert is growing by each day, and every single day is getting hotter and hotter. I've spotted sand littered on the streets, yes, even inside the town hall. If this continues Glenwood will be swallowed by the sand, perhaps even the whole of Silvermist Forest. We are in dire need of assistance. I've heard that you are able to bind sand, and make the old dirt fertile once again. We only need a small patch bound, as the rest of the desert is probably too huge to handle. We will pay you greatly for your effort. Send me a bird, and we can talk in person.

Sincerely,

Jordan Stilwell, Grandmaster of The Guardians

[CraftPrime 35]

*Reads the note and shows a distinct remark on his eyes.

Seley! We have a problem that you could be of use to!

[Druid Jameson Tarus~ 119]

*rubs his beard, in deep thought*

[HappyShackles 886]

"I think... That Tree-Brother Ouity is in a bad mood... Does Tree-Brother Ouity want... A trim?"

Quincy proudly raises his scissors.

[CraftPrime 35]

I do not think that is going to work Ouincy.

[HappyShackles 886]

"Does Tree-Brother Morek want a trim?"

[CraftPrime 35]

-shrugs- Considering nobody sees my face much anymore.

[Isirack Rivendare 37]

You see a scraggly looking bearded elf in the crowd approach you, he smells of herbs. As he walks, leaning on an ornate staffe, you notice the clinking of glass jars coming from his bag. He pulls down his hood reviling a long main of hair down to his lower back, that was before wrapped up in his hood.

"So you are the fabled druids? I am Ithander Rivendare, well met. I have heared stories about you through the grape vine. The way you teach about nature, and the like, is splendid. I am, to say the least very interested in your practices. Do to some sort of condition I have had for as long as I can remember, I relie on medical herbs to improve the quality of my life. With out these gifts from the earth I would be dead, if not very sick.

Ithander is now beginning to grow weary from standing to long...

To make it short I have a close relationship with nature. If it pleases you I would like to begin learning about the ways of the druids. Hopefully start up a dedicancy."