Druid

Flowing Black Robes

It was a very calm day in the Karanas and the plains' namesake was blessing the land with a bountiful amount of rain. The land grew silent as the rain trailed off and the calls of wildlife could be heard for miles. Suddenly, a distant cry was heard and the sound of cackling bones hit the man's ear. He sprinted to the origin of the sound, paying little heed to the cuts and scratches he received from running through the brambles. On scene he saw a Teir'Dal dressed in a brilliant black robe which to him appeared to be flowing. At his side was an abomination of bones, fiercely fighting a noble treant. The treant fought valiantly but seemed to be outmatched. The treant tried one last desperate attempt to save himself. He called to the sky and soon after, a rain of hail descended upon the Teir'Dal and his hideous pet. The Teir'dal fell back, and the man struck from the brambles, taking the dark one off guard. The two spent time in a close-quartered fight whilst the Treant dispatched the Teir'dal's summoned abomination. The Teir'dal fell that day, and the man was rewarded with a blessing from the living forest itself.

Jerb Northstar's Journal

This book is titled "Jerb Northstar's Journal". It appears to be a chronicle of how a druid investigated some new visitors that came to live within his forest.

Entry Thirty-Eight - I have spoken with Left Paw and he told me that there are visitor within the Pines. Though he was too interested in the salmon, in between mouthfuls he told me that I would find them down by the shore. I may wish to see who these guests are, and what intentions they have.

Entry Fourty-Three - I have seen our visitors from afar. I cannot tell for certain what they have planned, but it looks as if our guests may be staying for a while to come. I believe I shall introduce myself to these women so that they know the Glade and the Pines are already being looked after.

Entry Forty-Six - I am very uncertain about why these women have come to our trees. Though they claim they are refugees, I could tell there was something unspoken between them whenever they would talk. The most mysterious was what appeared to be their leader. I will record my findings and bring this to the Circle. Perhaps their wisdom may better know what to do.

Arialla Clearsong appears to be the leader of this group of women. She is the one who introduced each of her fellows and explained why they were here in the Jaggedpine. She said they would take refuge on the small island for the time being and leave it as it was when they were done. She refused to say what it was that they were "doing", however.

Andria introduced herself as a templar. I was unfamiliar with the term, but she assured me it was just a word her people used to describe those who held faith within their hearts. I was unable to get her to tell me what god she worshipped, which draws my suspicion.