Hey guys. I can't keep up. I'm dropping out. Pretend I was never here.
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Oaken-Soul looks around entranced by his surroundings not joining in any particular conversation.
Geez you guys post fast...
Things were moving too fast for the Ogre. Though he was learned by many scholars, his kind were still easily overwhelmed. He decided to deal with each issue separately, methodically: -"Arch-Druid Marilass Peratailia leads my Circle, Speaker." The Ogre answered. -"The name matters to me not, I have my allegiances in place despite what we are called. I appreciate you allowing my input." In regards to the team name. -Oaken-Soul will reintroduce himself to the "new arrivals" if need be. -The Druid does a deep bow when his gear is returned to him via the apes. He silently laments not having a spell to cast to bridge the communication gap. The Fey noble seemed to have that well in hand though. -The intense screaming produced by the third bird-creature made him jump and he raised his "walking stick" in preparation from an unknown attack .
Finally posted.
Wandering the world had taught him much. Living peacefully when he could and staying out of danger when he could not were skills he'd need to master if he were to fulfill his promise to the Arch-Druid. The day he was given a letter from the outside world was one that he'd never forget, for that was when he was persuaded to represent the Circle on in the matter of the letters contents. He found the meeting place easy enough in his own time and was met by the large apes. They moved with a humanoid intelligence that must have been magically implanted. He was polite and didn't hinder them as they pushed him through the cold terrain.
The others that walked huddled together as he shivered. "The cold never bothered me this much before." They walked toward the runic circle and stood where shown and was surprised when the scenery changed drastically. The Speaker addressed the room and screamed loudly, hurting the Ogre's ears.
Though he shook it off. The questions and comments of all around him were confusing; Naming ourselves? Tests? Rewards? Oaken-Soul remained silent and still pondering these things. The introductions began with the Sprite or Faerie creature of some nobility.
Then the Bird-Person and her oxen. The winged wyrm woman(?) gave him pause as he's heard stories of dragons being powerful and wise. This one looked broken...Finally the exotic human woman who sat and said little confused him more. What had he gotten into. "I am Oaken-Soul, representative of the Circle of the Evergreen. I have been ordered to complete the tasks asked of me so that I may appease the Council on my Circle's behalf. It's is a pleasure to meet you all." The Ogre's bellowing voice rang out with an unnatural eloquence for his kind. He had been taught well in the ways of speech.
I'm assuming your not squeezing in a level of Druid this early and I'm fine with that. I'll get my background done soon.
Oaken-Soul the Ogre (Soon to be) Druid. Ready and waiting. |