A single happy voice in the choir of leaves
Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 7:54 am
Here is what Beyaz, the halfling druid, told the silent dryads in Heartwood Grove when she, for a moment marvelled by her surroundings, sat down to relax upon an eventful day...
Oh, I love this place. For the first time after I landed in Cordor, I finally feel I'm surrounded by a balanced and unspolied world. You've probably never been to the city. It's horrible I tell you. The red haired dwarf - a guard i think - allowed me to plant seeds around town. Hopefully in while plants will start to grow up. In some strange way nature seems to have been pushed out by cobblestone and brick walls. Nobody really seem to care. I met a few nice people though. Some watch-fellows claming to be guardians of the nature around Cordor. They invited me to join their cause. They were busy killing goblins in the forests - They don't allow them near their city i appears. Oh and I met a commander from the city watch. A powerful woman who once trained with monks in a far away monastery. I helped her cultivate the cotton plants in a town - I can't remember the name of it - and she showed me the way to this grove - took me through an old town overrun by devils and she conjured a real live dragon. She must have a special bond with the gods. I wonder if Silvanus would ever bestow such power in my hands.
Oh well... I also met a murderer...an orc. Just outside the grove. He seemed nice enough and he certainly had respect for the grove. He said he was a hunter not a murderer. Maybe sometimes the difference can be hard to see...don't you think?
I'll go look for the archdruid now. I'm eager to start learning more! Talk to you later!
Oh, I love this place. For the first time after I landed in Cordor, I finally feel I'm surrounded by a balanced and unspolied world. You've probably never been to the city. It's horrible I tell you. The red haired dwarf - a guard i think - allowed me to plant seeds around town. Hopefully in while plants will start to grow up. In some strange way nature seems to have been pushed out by cobblestone and brick walls. Nobody really seem to care. I met a few nice people though. Some watch-fellows claming to be guardians of the nature around Cordor. They invited me to join their cause. They were busy killing goblins in the forests - They don't allow them near their city i appears. Oh and I met a commander from the city watch. A powerful woman who once trained with monks in a far away monastery. I helped her cultivate the cotton plants in a town - I can't remember the name of it - and she showed me the way to this grove - took me through an old town overrun by devils and she conjured a real live dragon. She must have a special bond with the gods. I wonder if Silvanus would ever bestow such power in my hands.
Oh well... I also met a murderer...an orc. Just outside the grove. He seemed nice enough and he certainly had respect for the grove. He said he was a hunter not a murderer. Maybe sometimes the difference can be hard to see...don't you think?
I'll go look for the archdruid now. I'm eager to start learning more! Talk to you later!