TwistedFries

"S-Six... N-No-... F-Four? I-I can't even believe it. Why must we lose another one. I-I keep loosing people and all I can do is stand idly by. I-I'm so useless... A-And a burden..." The older man muttered to himself as he stared into the flames of the fireplace. His eyes glazed over as his mind drifted off elsewhere. He didn't seem to move much as he simply sat in place, silently thinking about all that had unfolded prior. "N-No more... I-I can't stand to lose anyone else... I-I won't... I won't stand for it."

"Huh?... O-Oh-... Things are getting spicy out in the elven nations." A Mali'tal would say whilst reading over the missive.

We didn't talk much after Atlas and I'm not sure if you ever remember me, but I just wanted to say that it was fun to RP with you and that one character 0-0 Can't remember their name but I think they were a mage or something. Well wish you the best of luck going forward!

OOC: MC Name: TwistedFries Discord: TwistedFries#1055 Timezone: EST IC: Name: Becclain Certifications (Licenses from other organizations are viable): Haense, et cetera. Contact for further information. Specialty (i.e Surgery, Combat Medicine, etc): Surgery, combat medicine, herbology, et cetera. Finished Research Study (Optional):

Becclain, the Hummingbird Druid and the one who in fact fell into the waters, grumbled with anger. He had been captured once again by foreign forces and he had no other choice but to put his faith into others, which was something that often lead to disappointment or pain. "In the Aspects name, why am I always getting captured and held as a prisoner. At this point, I'm going to try and befriend these creatures, maybe I'll get something out of it" He jested, speaking to the iron bars and coral that entrapped him below Ando Alur. At his wits end, he called out for help one final time "PLEASE SAVE ME, I GOT THINGS TO DO BACK HOME!!"

OOOO YESSS!!! +1 I love this creature idea~

((MCName)): TwistedFries ((Discord)): TwistedFries#1055 Name: Becclain Age: 83 Heritage: Too many to put down Affinities: Druidism and much more

Becclain looked up at the sky, watching the occurrence for a few moments before looking away. His attention shifted to the nature around him, the voices growing silent with the occurrence in the sky. His brow then perked up as he seemed interested with what was going on. “What is it this time?… I should probably reach out to those who might know.” He’d mutter to himself as he simply pondered about the odd events unfolding before his eyes.

"What the heck- Already? It hasn't even been that long for people to start complain about another thing Elvenesse has done... At this point, I feel as though someone has cursed that nation for bad luck, It's not even normal..." He'd read over the newer missive, chuckling to himself as he crumbled the piece of paper and tossed it to a large pile beside him. "I'm going to start collecting these missives"

"Hm? Oh- What the?-" The Hummingbird Druid lifted the missive to his face as his eyes scanned over the piece of paper, taking in the writing and information upon it. He'd then sigh loudly before complaining to the animals that sat beside him in the forest "I swear- at this point I don't know if these missives are true or not. I don't understand why all these nations are fighting amongst themselves... May the Aspects be with whoever at this point- let the wars be over with quickly."

___________________________________________________ “A warrior fights for what they believe in. A warrior fights for his family.” The Trial of the Fox ___________________________________________________ ~=+=~ Upon the forest floor lie trees of old, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful to the Druid. Suddenly, there was a crunch of twigs and leaves beneath the ginger's feet, his footsteps coming to a complete stop as he froze in place. He clenched his jaw shut as he hoped it was just his imagination and nothing more, however, he was unable to tell the difference at this point. It was only morning-time and no one expected Becclain to be home until at least nightfall. Perhaps it was because of the distance from the forest that he was in to the Druid Grove or because of the mental state he was in due to some strange drugs. Nonetheless, the Hummingbird Druid was determined to complete the task given to him by the Fox Druid and committed to joining the Vuln’miruel Seed as to reconnect with the little bit of family he had left. Becclain continued down the winding path of the forest as he brought his fingers to his mouth, pressing the tips of his fingers against the underside of his tongue, letting out a ringing whistle as it echoed throughout the thick forest. Moments after, a small red fox would come skipping out of the bushes as it stood near the Druid, it’s sharp gaze piercing him. “W-What… Are you doing? C-Come now… Let us get out of this forest… The others… Are waiting…” He muttered under his breath, a sigh escaping him once more as he appeared exhausted already. The red fox seemed amused by the state of Becclain, simply watching him for a few more moments before dashing off. “H-Hold on! Dammit! I hate these drugs!” He’d call out before going to chase after the fox, attempting to follow his newfound companion out of the forest and home safely. As the Druid chased the red fox through the forest he would then suddenly hear the whispers of a voice in his mind, ringing through as it began to grow louder and louder with each passing moment. The voice seemed to repeat the same phrase over and over: “Where are they?” Becclain was confused by the phrase as he wasn’t sure who they were referring to or if they were even a real person. He’d then call out to the voice “Who?! Who are you?!” All of a sudden the voice disappeared as it fell silent and had no further presence in his mind. With the voice now gone, It gave Becclain a sense of calm as he offered a small sigh of relief. “T-Thank the Aspects… W-What… Was that anyways? Oh! The Fox!” He’d whisper to himself before remembering the red fox that he was supposed to be following out of the forest. He then began dashing through the forest, trying to pinpoint the path that the red fox took while he was busy with the voices in his head. Though, as the Mali’tal was running, he would seem to have lost his footing upon one of the large tree roots from a nearby tree. He would be sent rolling down a hill as he crashed through branches and bushes before finally hitting the base of a tree. He’d groan loudly as he tried to push himself up to stand. “Zippel! Where are you!” The Druid called out once, going to continue down the path and through the forest, blindly making his way to what could be his doom or savior. “Why do I always get stuck with companions like these!” He’d shout again. His vision began to get blurry, his sight in the forest getting dimmer by the second. He could feel a sense of pressure upon his chest and a stabbing pain in his throat. The pain was something almost familiar, something he experienced before. “A-Agh!... W-What’s going on… I-It’s all in my head… It’s all in my head...“ He’d repeatedly tell himself, trying to gain his footing back in the real world. Everything around the Hummingbird Druid appeared distorted or different from how he remembered it before the start of the trial. He was slowly losing his sense of reality as the effects of the drugs persisted. Throughout his time in the forest he saw shadowy figures, heard unknown voices and noises in his head, etcetera. As nightfall grew closer and the blackness began to take over the forest, Becclain had almost lost all hope in his situation before he heard the faint rustling of leaves behind him. He swung around on his heels as he called out towards the noise, preparing to defend his position if need be “Who goes there!” A few more times the leaves rustled and twigs broke under the weight of someone or something. The Druid had thought it was something malicious out to get him or only another hallucination, but it turned out to be his new companion, the red fox. The red fox, Zippel, had come back for Becclain as it dashed up to him, scratching at his legs before turning to dart off in the opposite direction. Becclain had no choice but to follow the red fox as he turned about on his heels and followed. After some time following the red fox, the crack of sunlight touched upon his face as he felt the warmth of it. He quickly continued forward and after the fox before he finally made his way out of the forest. “We made it out! Zippel, you did it!” He’d call out in joy, a bright smile forming upon his face as he looked out towards a clearing. “Now we must only make our way back to the Grove, it should be easy enough… Right?... Could you lead- wait, hold on!” And before Becclain could even finish, the red fox dashed off once more, leading the Mali’tal to his desired destination.

"My Aspects- Why do they insist on repeating themselves and talking about their faith and how others are heathens to not follow the Church. It's just beginning to be annoying as I read this sort of things. Nonetheless, It does seem like war is brewing quite fast- faster than I had anticipated. While the people of Norland brought it upon themselves with the choice of action, I can't help but show sympathy as I understand the hardships they have been through because of Oren- Let me just keep my mouth shut and avoid choosing a side. It's not any of my concern unless the balance is disturbed greatly." The Druid moved the missive away from his face as he lowered it, going to fold it and place it within his satchel.

"What? How can this be?... Who would have done such a thing?" Becclain appeared to have an expression of confusion- his emotions becoming complicated as he read the missive through. He'd then crumble up the paper before tossing it aside, going to look off into the distance as he mumbled to himself "Even though that man was a strange one and most likely destroying nature with the support of those factories and ghosts, I'm still very curious as to who killed him... And If It's even true... Nonetheless, I might have an idea as to who did it... I hope this does not complicates things further in Freeport."

"It most likely won't be the most advised thing given my current position with the others, but I should try to reach out to the Clan. Even though we had not had the most positive relationship prior, I can't help but want to help them regardless of all of that. I do not want them to die out... This little bit of family I'm willing to help indirectly as to keep my neutral status." The crazy Druid said to the audience of birds, his eyes shifting between them as he frowned. He'd then mutter to himself "I believe I'm loosing it out here in the wilderness... I definitely need to get back to the cities, I need real people to talk to..." He'd then chuckle to himself before getting up and moving off from his spot in the forest.

"Aspects protect those that need it... Please..." He'd say whilst closing his eyes, praying to the Aspects.

"Once more I see religion be used against others of a different faith, I don't understand why humans put so much energy towards changing others and their beliefs. More and more I'm being reminded of the past, even though I did not live through it, I still learned much about what was going on in the times of old. Further, the history from the lands of Atlas and Arcas would serve as great reminders to the people repeating such actions." He'd ramble on to himself as he offered a heavy sigh, appearing disappointed or just plain annoyed with the state of things in the realm. He'd then shift his gaze towards his raven, Dooley. "You're probably annoyed with my rambling by this point- Sorry about that little one."

"What? Why would they do such a thing?..." He'd whisper under his breath, his eyes scanning over the missive as he frowned. He'd then shake his head lightly before muttering some more words to himself "It appears that history repeats itself constantly- these events are reminding me of the past that my mother mentioned so often... My grandfather was the one who burned such thoughts into her mind... Maybe he was right after all..." And with that, the Druid fell silent as he pondered to himself.

The Druid clenched down on his teeth as he read over the document, appearing to be slightly stressed by the conflict unfolding between the two nations. He'd then let out a small sigh as he shook his head, moving to fold and place the missive into his satchel where he would store it for later citing. "My oh my- I knew that the era of peace we were so quietly enjoying would come to an end soon enough... With all going on in Elvenesse and now the human nations, I feel as though something is in the air to cause such people to turn hostile. Nonetheless, I should probably get going now, I doubt I will be of any help to these nations as I hope to claim neutrality in the mix of it all." He'd say to himself before going to simply walk off- strolling down the streets of Oren as he went to exit the large city.

The Hummingbird Druid read over the missive with a confused look upon his face, his eyes moving across the paper as he continued to read it despite becoming annoyed with the first few sentences. He'd then let out a heavy huff as he whispered to himself "Why do they continue making a fool of themselves... I don't understand... Truly- Why do they do this... My Aspects, the days in Siramenor were much more easygoing compared to these days..." And with that, he turned to walk off.

“Oh my... What have they done... Aspects be with those who knew Laetranis... If only Syllia was still here, she might have then been able to do something to protect this forsaken nation from this dark path.” Said Becclain, the Hummingbird Druid as he frowned.

Becclain somehow came across one of the missives as he looked it over, frowning some as he read it. He’d then talk aloud to himself, appearing slight frustrated. “How far our government has fallen as to even offer up one of their own... It’s disgraceful to say the least, watching them fall into utter chaos. I do hope the others are safe...”

The Hummingbird Druid received one of the missives that were sent out as he scanned over it. His eyes moving along the piece of paper as he read the words written upon it. “Oh? How interesting... I do suppose it’s time I visit the others...” He’d say with a light sigh before turning to leave his home- venturing out to visit his daughter and fellow Druid.

IGN: TwistedFries Character Name: Becclain Magical Ability(s): Druidism Discord: TwistedFries#1055

"I'M ON MY WAY SONNA!!!"

Becclain had known the Orison Druid for quite sometime, first meeting her in the Village of Siramenor back in the lands of Arcas. Even though he did not speak to her as often as he had wished, he still shared pleasant memories with the Druid- remembering all the times they had chatting around the bonfire, et cetera. "A-Another one has fallen and passed onto the next Realm... Why are so many Druii passing all of a sudden..." He'd mutter to himself whilst bringing his hand up to his chest, clenching at his chest as he let out a deep breath. He would have mourned for the loss of another Druid, a leader, a Matriarch, and more importantly- a friend. "I-I couldn't do anything to save her... I-I should have tried harder..." He'd fall silent after that...