A Druid's Daughter

[OldeTymer 323]

Callax stares at you, wondering why you just had to ask about the child that seemingly came from nowhere. He begins to tell his recollection of the story.

 

~~Before Elysium~~

   The winds roared, trees toppled over, and all was in chaos as the -supposed- end neared. The Drunken Bangaloo seemed good a place as any for a fine ale to cleanse the troubled mind of Callax. Nature’s forces at a complete and utter frenzy and fighting the very land in which he had promised to protect. Surely the Aspects were sick and tired of watching the races taint and destroy their land, and they were soon to end it all. He turned to the bar, sighing. He ruffled his hair a little, before talking to himself, “Eh, Might as well get a drink or two if this is to be my last day here.” When better to get wasted than the final day of one’s existence?

   He started off with a Nemisae’s Touch. Then another, and another. He was downing them faster than Saviticus would have, before he stared at the counter covered with empty buckets of the dark red ale. He giggled, smashed to bits, and then said, “OooOOoops,~” drunkenly, standing up and teetering around. He fumbled around his stool approaching, what he thought to be, a well dressed Python. He stood uncomfortably close to this python, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Wha’ a nish dreff you gots un mish pyshon...” he slurred. His vision came back to him soon after, and he found himself staring at an attractive Dark Elf. He found his cheeks getting a little hot, and he slowly took a few steps towards her giving her a profoundly drunk smile.

    Lea stared back at him. Her eyes followed his body, and she smiled. Thinking to herself, “Oh, he’s good-looking..~,” she begins to speak with druken stupor as well. “I’m no p-python, ehehe. But youwr cuwte,” she says, her voice coming out sultry and seductive. Callax eyes her, before giving her a wink. “Las’ day on Asulon..” he thinks. “What’s one Dark Elf going to matter?” he thinks also. He gives a small chuckle, and takes her hand. Her skin is smooth, and he brings her hand up to lay a kiss on it. She blushes, as well as he, and he begins to pull her lightly in the direction of the bar. She smiles to him, and takes one last flask of vodka.

    “Tee hee hee..” Callax spits, “Howsh ‘bout we go over downshtairsh misph pyshon.” He twirls his finger pointing behind the bar. She stares at it for a while, mulling the idea over before she caves, alcohol in her own system clouding her judgement. She follows Callax over behind the bar. As he goes to unlock the gate to enter, she wraps her hands around his waist, and he shivers, turning around to kiss her, unlocking the gate behind his back. The two of them stagger downstairs, giggling and kissing every few steps. Callax places his hands around her waist, and she wraps her arms around his neck as he presses her against a wall. The pair begin to kiss, and then detangle. Callax takes her hand and leads her to the bed, setting her down over the sheets. She blushes, and as he sits down, begins to kiss his neck. Callax takes the covers, and throws them over the both of them, as the scene fades away, and the patrons of the bar above worry about the approaching storm.  
 

You interrupt, “Wait. Did you and the lass..?” Callax stares at you sheepishly. “Yes.”

    Woken by a many shouting voices, Callax found himself in a small robe, and alone, behind a large keg of ale. “Wh-,” he says, staring at the bed with the sheets torn off, a line of clothes making its way towards him. He blinks a few times, and then scampers around in the cold basement, getting dressed. He exited the bar, his hair messy before noting with haste that the world was ending. He gathered his thoughts, and holding onto his aching head, ran to the boat. He hopped onto the giant Elven ship, wanting more to be with the Druids than the humans. He sighs, cuddling himself into a corner. “Well.. Last night was weird,” he mumbles.

 

~~After settlement on Elysium~~

   The grove is just too crowded, druid after druid in his office, and finally thats it. The tiresome Arch Druid grabs his staff and takes off for Malinor. The morning dew not yet fallen and the cooling breeze became quite calming on the path to the new Elven nation. The Mali’ker district seemed good a place as any to sit back and enjoy a bit of non-druidic conversation.

    “You!” he hears from across a small cave. He splutters, falling out of his chair, yelling as he fell, “I’m not taking any more Dedicants!” He looks above him, to see a Dark Elf holding a small child above him. He blinks a few times, wondering why she wanted him. “It’s been a while, Callax. She’s named Dae,” the Elf says, holding the babe out to Callax. He stammers for a few moments, piecing things together, before his eyes twitch. “This.. i-is my child..?” he asks, recognizing the face and body of the woman he involved himself in a one night stand with. “A-Aren’t Elves i-infertile?” he chokes out. The woman shrugs, and then holds the child to Callax. He outstretched his arms, taking the babe, and rocking her. “I.. I guess I have to visit...” he says, and she nods again, heading to her home.
  
   For the next six years, Callax visited the small child sparingly, perhaps every eight months or so, simply to check on her, and allow the Mother some food or other items to keep her well off.
 

“An that is why the Child is here. Her Mother had to flee due to the law. I was not involved. My story is done now. Don’t tell Dae.”

-Credit goes to Pro_whistler0 for writing most of this. He will be role-playing the child, Dae.-

[Evilbanana5757 154]

Faolin looks at Callax rather curiously.

"Well... That was interesting. Good... Luck?"

He gives Callax a brief smile before he runs off to do druid-y things. You think you can hear a laugh, but your aren't certain....

[Shadeleaf 1021]

Arzota continues to stare at Callax after the story is told, opening his mouth occasionally to talk, but no words coming out. Eventually he finally speaks in a lightly confused tone. "I swear your race are like rabbits... you all need to stop breeding, yep." he finishes, giving a small nod before walking off and out of the grove, still not having seen the child.

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

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