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Jettar, feeling rather ticked off, the Druid moved around the bear and stabbed at the lizard with his spear.
Not entirely sure what happened, Jettar managed to dodge the majority of the flames, charring him partially on one side.
Unable to dodge the flames, Jettar collapsed to the cave floor, smoldering.
Jettar moved up as far as he could, ending up behind Shadrath.
Jettar racked his brain to figure out what this creature was, and looked about for local vegetation.
"Oh, that works." Jettar said as he followed his companions.
Jettar had a familiar twinge in his mind, quickly, he tried to grab a hold of it.
A memory resurfaced, one of when he was a halfling with a fairly large eagle companion. There was a chasm that didn't seem like it had a way across. That is, until he had thrown a handful of dust to reveal a well hidden path. Looking at his fellows, he said, "I have a thought." Putting forth his hand, Jettar conjured some water over the chasm, to check for hidden paths.
Jettar moved over to Sig's side and carefully assessed her injuries.
After making sure she wasn't too hurt, he focused his attention of finding any plant life within the cave.
Well, this should be interesting. Haven't had to do this in a couple of lifetimes. Shouldering his spear, Jettar took a few steps back, then ran and jumped.
The Druid skidded to a stop on the other side.
Pulling his spear and shield, Jettar said, "Let be off then, the sooner we can return the Tears, the sooner we can have fresh water."
Jettar and Shadrath stepped forward. Respectfully, he bowed his head. "Greetings, I am Jettar Haroth of the Circle of Gozreh’s Anointed. Third Degree Druid of the Wandering Soul."
With shield and spear strapped to his back, Jettar laid a hand on Frostine's shoulder. "Remember to breathe. In, out. You can do this Fronstine, I have every confidence in you."
Jettar and Shadrath wandered about the camp, feeling nature's energies flow about him. At one point, he stops, closes his eyes, and basks in the radiance of the sun. Warm, beautiful, the Druid had always enjoyed it, even if that one time he had been reborn as a Duergar. He smirked at the memories of how many misunderstandings had occurred on that one.
Jettar had awoken with the sun. Knowing what was set before them, the Druid decided to prepare his spells a little differently, dropping the one to enhance his companion and selecting one to hinder the Centaurs if it became necessary. After preparation, he headed to the mess tent, just in time to hear Sig's comment. "Well, two actually." He responded.
Looking at Shadrath, then back to Frostine, the Druid spoke, "We will come. I may not be much of a diplomat, however I may be open the negotiations for you."[b] He then added, [b]"I just wish I'd had more dealing with Centaurs in a past life to give you better instruction on how to talk to them."
Jettar racked his mind for knowledge of how to best handle Centaurs, for he knew that if not handled properly, it could get real bloody, really quick.
Scratching behind Shadrath's ear, Jettar asked the Skald, "So Sig, do you know any tales of Garhazan?"
Jettar ate his meal beside Shadrath, and quietly observed his companions. Part of learning about nature was in observing it, and the same could be said about learning things of your companions. Several lifetimes had taught the Druid that.
Putting a hand on his companion's head, Jettar fondly recalled a vague memory from one of his other lives. "Maven." He muttered.
Jettar had been thinking while the sled was being put together. "I have another thought. If I manifest water right in front of the sled, then Frostine could freeze it to make it much easier to pull. Between Shadrath, Sigrdrifa, and Eleanor, you should have enough pull to make it work."
Jettar thought for a moment. "Perhaps we can fashion some sort of sleigh-like platform to pull it through the snow?"
Frostine finds the Druid observing the others going through their training regimen. At the mention of the choices before them, he comments, "I guess today's lesson will be postponed then. Alright, let's get back." With a tilt of his head, Shadrath shuffles along with them.
Awakening to the sound of the nature's morning, Jettar stood up and stretched. With a yawn, he looked over at Shadrath. "Well friend, let's get some breakfast." After eating, the Druid and bear sat down, watched as others began training, and waited for Frostine to appear. Jettar had another lesson in mind for the young ice mage.
Jettar and Shadrath made there way to a nearby tree. Sitting on the ground and leaning against the trunk, the Druid slipped into his meditative sleep state.
As the night fell, Jettar watched the stars. Fondly, he thought to himself, Ah, they never change. Without thinking it, his hand went down to Shadrath's head and began scratching behind his ears.
Before Frostine gets too far, "Frostine, here's a thought, when you cast your ice magic, aim for the target I'm fighting. That way if you miss, I'm not likely to get hurt as much."
"And that is what this lesson is about, how to focus during moments of split second decisions." Keeping his spear strapped to his back, Jettar drew his shield, "Now what's going to happen, is I'm going to move around you in a circle, while moving the shield around. You need to hit the shield three times. Don't worry about hurting me, if you stick to your weakest icy spell, I'll be perfectly fine. Understand?"
Soon Jettar and Shadrath finish their meals, the Druid and bear stood up and headed to an area a little ways from the tents with the young Ice Mage. Looking at the girl, he said, "Alright, the first thing I need to know, can you focus a small ray of frost at targets?"
"Very well, let us begin a little after this meal. I ask only that you trust me. Do not worry, no one will be hurt."
Jettar didn't say much on the way back from the kobold caves, mostly because he was observing Frostine. The girls performance in combat was to be expected, however she seemed to be ashamed of it. The Druid just chalked it up to lack of experience. Soon he began formulating a plan for their next lesson, one he hoped would build her confidence in her magical skill. After grabbing a plate for him and Shadrath, the Fetchling at the table with his companions. Upon having several bites, he asked, "Frostine, are you feeling ready for another lesson this evening, or do you wish to wait until the morning?"
Jettar called out, "Goldi, I can use some assistance. I'll take care of the young one, you heal Thorgr." Not wasting any time, he waved his hand over the warriors wounds.
Stowing away his spear, Jettar assessed the warriors wounds, trying to determine who was worse.
While keeping his shield ready to deflect incoming attacks, Jettar stabbed forward with his spear once more.
Jettar stepped around one of Thorgr's warrior's, and took a stab at the kobold he was engaged with.
As Sig began singing, Jettar focused his mind and moved to his companion's side.
Once on even ground, Jettar pulls his shield, and with his spear in the other hand, readied himself for whatever lay ahead.
"And I'll be right behind you." Jettar said while keeping his spear at the ready.
Jettar cocks his head to one side, trying to figure out what the sounds are.
Jettar checked his memory, to see if he experianced such an occurance in any of his past lives.
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