"Nope, no words have been spoken to me. It was my master; he has trained me all my life, dedicating his time to helping me grow. He heard the voice, but is far to old to be of any use, so he sent me.." Felicity continued, "I am only Seventeen, and although obviously not as powerful as the rest of you am willing to help out in any way.." Felicity once more bowed her head down, gazing once more at the workings of the sturdy bench..

I guess I too should introduce myself, Felicity was pleased with Shens introduction and had built up the courage to do so herself. "I am Felicity, Fliss for short if you please, though I prefer the more formal, I hail from a small woodland village close to the Skingrad shrine of Kynareth herself. I too know little of the outside world, and coming here hope to learn a lot." After her speech Felicity maintained eye contact, abandoning the bench with a more useful intention. To make friends.

"Ah I see, but usually by your age you should hear Kynareth fine. Desmond looks a bit younger than you, yet you still heard the voice, aye?" he said as he looked at Desmond waiting for him to respond. He obviously wasn't paying attention so Altas looked back at Felicity. "Well no matter, alteast your here, and can help, right?"

"I certainly hope so, I want least to hinder you, but my master believes I am the right person to be here, above him." Felicity replied a little too anxiously. She enjoyed the concept of meeting and talking to people for the first time in a long time, and although she was not yet fluent in her social skills, she was sure she would improve. "My master back home has big hopes for me, he believes in me, and with his wise knowledge I trust him.

"Well then, I suppose we have something in common, Fliss. I've been raised by my elders until the age of 9, and then watched and guided by Kynareth up until now, I have been here for all my life, I don't know anything at all about the real world, or how civilization works out there.. and to be honest I do indeed prefer it here, but going out there is gonna be a scary and new thing for me," said Shen.

I can only hope that the elders and Kynareth have made the right decision for me to be the pack's leader, or maybe someone else here is destined to lead it? Who knows.. Shen thought.

Edhelas had stood near the group for some time, trying to listen to the conversation but not really hearing anything, the noises of nature around him kept interrupting his train of thought. He had questions, and was trying to listen out for someone who might know the answers to them, as far as he could tell, nobody here had any idea why they were here, except perhaps one. As much as he enjoyed having no-one bothering him, he had to know what was going on. Walking over to the man he thought was called 'Shen', "Hey, you, what are we doing here? Why has one woman's voice called so many people here?" He demanded, rudely, not noticing that he was interrupting a conversation.

OOC:This post was supposed to be before DI7789's.

"Hmm, I spent some time in society for a couple years after my two friends died... but I wanted to leave, and spent the rest of my time chatting with birds and the like. They can be funny sometimes." Altas looked at the ground. "I guess after my two druid friends died... I... I wanted to find more friends like them... but it didn't work out." Altas continued to look at the ground, his outgoing attitude now gone, and mumbled:"We were the best of friends, taveling buddies, you could say. After they passed, I tried to get over it and forget. I guess that's why I am so high-spirited now-a-days... But no matter, I don't want to trouble you all with my past worries. What's done is done I guess." A smile returned to his face and he continued to stare at the sky.

Drisk stood around with his fellow druid bretheren, when they all began to speak about themself's. Just the thought of talking about himself, made him a little unnerving.

"This is a waste of time. I have no tolerance to wait any longer here than I must!", drisk said unexspectedly as the crowd looked at him. He walked from the crowd into the bush's and tree's that encircled the Great Tree and the druids...

Felicity felt at once a surge of misjudgement run through her, she felt guilty, guilty for jumping to a conclusion. "You’re with us now. It’s no use worrying over the past, when the worries of the future are upon you." She quoted her master. Rudely interrupted by the Dunmers short fuse, she stopped, added to the arrogant introduction from the male Bosmer, she stared over to where the Dunmer had left 'I hate people' she thought before reverting back into her unsocial shell, peering down at the bench.

Shen looked at the rude man that had came running in without warning, Shen disliked him at first, but he was here for a reason, and Shen and the others was sharing the same reason, "you're here on behalf of Kynareth, the lady of air, you're a descendant of the great society of druids, your role here now is to wait, until all of our brethren have arrived.." Shen said.

"Oh, and may I recommend you to probably change your tone or attitude, sir.. you're going to have to maintain a friendly attitude, as you are now part of this flock or pack, and I'll suggest that you should get to know them.. for a great path for us awaits," Shen advised then putting off a smile to the rude man.

Drisk returned to the group as he saw the man named Shen raise his voice to another fellow druid. The group of druids looked on at the man as he lowered his voice to a polite tone.

"I think that this group is of fair size. When will we be told what the job is!", drisk said in a raised tone of voice as he approaching shen. He had no tolerance for a man who acted like a leader, but a leader who tells his followers nothing, is a worthless one. Drisk stood before the man wondering how this man could be their leader, but to have not seen the world would probably bring their downfall...

OOC: For future reference, just call me 'DI' in OOC notes

IC: Fully expecting the reaction of the Imperial, Edhelas put on a false smile and said, "Ok, just what I wanted to know, thank you". He emphasised the last two words and said the entire sentence in a fake tone that gave out the impression that he was actually grateful, anyone with half a brain cell would be able to see through it and Ed knew that. Noting that another person was approaching and trying to get Shen's attention, he walked away and stood near the edge of the clearing, waiting for other people to show up and whatever was planned to occur to start occurring

OOC: Subaru has logged for a few hrs, fyi, told me through pst. If you're trying to get the rp rushed to Kynareth's voice, then it won't work, it'll be a long while till it's heard

ic: Shen turned his head at Drisk's direction, and heard his yelling, "as I said, she'll speak when she is ready, please don't rush the lady of air.. right now, please be aware that she is observing us and this could be a test to us of some kind, perhaps a social test?" Shen said, glaring at Drisk, socializing with the beings from the outside world was sure different to what Shen had expected, he thought to them to be like animals, easy to socialize and get along with, but here these beings are full of demands.

OOC: Agreed, people do seem to be rushing this.. we have to wait for FC4 and Adeth to even get here.

IC: A test, Felicity had not considered this, and with the very mention of it, her pointed Bosmer ears pricked up. Perhaps this WAS a test of character. The various personalities had more than come through certain members of the small group, yet she wondered how hers would fare in the eyes of the goddess. Felicity stood up, the feeling of being lower than the rest of the group had become somewhat degrading and now at a more suitable height she began to speak.

"Shen, how many more do you think there are too come? It surely can't be many, but I fear we will be waiting long after their arrival." Before awaiting a reply Felicity shot another question at the apparent 'Leader'. "And when we do begin, does anyone have any idea of what we are too be doing, for what purpose, and for what reason?" Felicity was speaking fast, eager to let her opinion be heard. She didn't like attention, but she felt the group was full of its seekers, and to be heard she had to follow the pack. If it was a personality test, she would make sure she passed.

Altas was surprised from Felicity's sudden outburst, but he did not show it. "I have been wondering the same thing." Altas said as turned his attention towards Shen. "And why did Kynareth choose you as the leader? Is it because of your past experience?"

OOC: lol, ^ this. Sorry, Arathorn, I was afk for a bit.

ic: "I don't know for sure, but surely when they do all arrive, we should get some sort of message from the lady, as time ticks so does the lifespan on this tree.. and our elders' sacrifices would be in vain," Fliss got Shen worried about the situation, did they actually have time for an actual social test? If the rest of their brethren weren't to arrive in time too, then they would be missing out on Kynareth's instructions, if she were to speak.

"We don't know yet, of what we are suppose to do, all I know is that we are to wait on the lady's instructions, when she speaks.." Shen said to Fliss and Altas, he then faced Altas and explained, "Kynareth raised and guided me, I was part of their so called 'great' plan to restore the order of druids, I'm leader due to the fact I was on that day of the massacre that had happened, Hircine and his servants consisting of werewolves and hunters slaughtered our ancestors.. that was 12 years ago, so yeh, it's pretty much because of my past, I condole for their loss, but as long as we remember them, they will be watching us, and will guide us through our troubled times.

"Have faith in the lady of air!" Shen yelled.

Edhelas sighed, almost audibly, this was beginning to sound like a Daedric cult rather than a gathering of people with similar histories with an unknown goal. He felt like a complete idiot for even being here, but the voice of the 'Lady of Air' rang in his ears once more, repeating the words it had said to him earlier in the warm, friendly, almost seductive tone. He looked at the nearest tree and spotted some Viper's Bugloss, he removed his dagger and cut a few of the delicate leaves off and put them into his backpack. He found the distraction of searching for ingredients to be relieving, he began to look around the clearing for a few more plants.

"Aye, praise Shynareth. After all that's why the druids were created. To protect and serve nature, and by doing that, serving Shynareth." That was Altas' response to Shen. Altas looked around at everyone and then noticed one of the druids he hadn't met yet down by the ground picking herbs. This reminded him of his similar habit and ability, to recognize tons of different herbs, edible or not. The more he thought about the lot of them gathered at the great tree, the more stranger their group seemed to him. "Well we are a dysfunctional group, aren't we?" He said laughing.

Do'Shanji sat in the forest near a waterfall atop his favoured rock meditating silently. It wasn't unusual for him to be doing so. Generally this is where one would find him at midday. Letting the wind blow around him in a silent effort to stir the silent half breed from his meditations. His staff sat in his lap, while his hands sat at his sides his mind open to the world around him. The Beauty of Nature is in need of your aid, for you are a host with a great gift to assist Nature herself, please come.. head to Cheydinhal, and from there the wind will guide you north. the voice of Kynareth echoed into his mind. Disliking a sudden invasion by a goddess or hell anyone for that matter Shanji shook his head and stood up silently balancing on the rock he jumped off it and landed on the ground. "A goddess has no right to enter anothers mind no matter how important it is when they are meditating" he muttered and pondered for a moment. "Ill go see what this is about before I make a judgement." with that he began his travels North.

It wasnt to terribly bad considering he had spent days traveling to Cheydinhal then up north. Following his senses to this place that was spoken of. Upon nearing the forest he heard the voices of others with his exceptional hearing. Climbing a tree the young male monk slid through the trees and branches like water, silent and gentle. He then sat on a branch of the massive tree looking down at others. For those who would look up they would see a panther, if they looked twice it would be a Khajiit looking creature in a beautiful white robe.

(my intro, hopefully)

A young robed boy, couldn't have been a man by that height, was running away from a small village. His running was fast until he stumbled over a rock and fell. Rolling down the small hill with closed eyes and prayers on his lips, he hit a bush that slowed him down to an end, with not many bruises. The boy opened his eyes and looked around the forest with shifty eyes, looking for some signs of animals.

Adeth saw one animal on a tree branch, an owl that was looking at him with curiosity. He gave a sigh and sat up. The owl let out a small sound and suddenly Adeth felt at peace. Suddenly he heard a whisper that said, "The Beauty of Nature is in need of your aid, for you are a host with a great gift to assist Nature herself, please come.. head to Cheydinhal, and from there the wind will guide you north.".

The young boy looked around for the source of the sound but couldn't find any. The owl flew down right infront of him and Adeth stood up, then the owl flew up but not too high to be unseen. Out of curiosity he started following the bird without running as it was flying slowly, as if guiding him.

Soon there was a small opening in the forest, assumably in the direction the owl was taking him. Adeth stood in the corner of it, seeing a small group of people who had gathered there. He took small, slow steps towards them, starting to feel an odd anxiety which was just familiar for him. It came when ever he was around strange people.

(kind of vague but what can you do when it's around 2pm and you have just woken up?)

OOC: You have GOT to be fricking kidding me... 3 pages already... >.< I will TRY to catch up in a little bit today.

Felicity was pleased with the answers Shen had provided despite there real lack of information, but couldn't help to wonder if this time Kynareth would this time speak to her. She watched intently as the second Bosmer began to harvest small herbs from the surrounding area, she thought to do the same, but she knew this would create competition, and the least she wanted was an argument. Especially with that Bosmer.

As she considered the plants the Bosmer was gathering she couldn't help but notice a large black panther appear on a branch of the great tree. "Erm are you meant to be up there?" She asked politely confused by the odd choice of places to sit. Before he could answer, another man entered, led by what seemed to be an owl. The young robed boy entered the clearing and looked far less than comfortable. "Welcome" Fliss felt the urge to speak up. He looked younger than she, and a maternal instinct encouraged her to comfort the newcomer. "Is the owl one of us too" she asked, though it seemed too innocent to be at all human, she thought she would make sure.

OOC: Your fault . Not much has really happend, I can't see it taking you too long.

The boy nearly jumped as he was being talked to but soon regained his composure. 'Uhh...A part of who?' Adeth asked, his voice a bit too low to fit his slender, weak figure, but that was just him. He looked the woman over and admitted like he usually did, she looked interesting but did nothing to show his thoughts.

The owl looked down from a branch it had landed and soon flew away. It had served its purpose. Adeth looked as the creature went, circling above them a few times and then flying off. The restlessness caught him again and he looked at the other people there. Some held an air of friendliness like the elf girl who couldn't be much older than him. 'So....uh...what's going on around uh...here, if I may ask?' His tone was still uncertain and a bit uncomfortable but less than how he felt before.

ooc: It's not much, FC4, it's just characters interacting with each other.. nothing big yet. ;o

ic: Shen then sensed another presence among the group, he looked up and noticed another humanoid sitting on a branch, except the humanoid was cat-looking thing. Shen had never saw the likes of it. he's seen a werewolf, that would be the closest thing to a animal-human, what if he was one of those, one of Hircine's servants, eh.. that would be bad.. Shen thought.

He pointed at the cat-human thing and yelled, "Ahh! Look out, a werecat, perhaps one of Hircine's spies or servants?!" "Clear, you vile-thing!" Shen doesn't realize that there actually are beast races in the real world..

Ed looked up from the herbs and glanced at the direction Shen was pointing and saw the panther. His hand instincively reached for his bow as he backed away, slowly. He holstered his dagger and put his left hand on an arrow in his quiver. He didn't expect to have to use it, but he was going to be prepared if the beast went for him first.

Humanoid sheet
Name: Benedictus Luther
Nickname: Ben
Age: 54
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male

Physical appearance: Ben, as he likes to be known, is a stooped old man, a shadow of his former self. Though only in his 50's recent illness has weakened him making him appear far older than he is, his has a thin frame and is slightly balding though his eyes are a bright green

Class:Vicar
Class Description/Skills: Restoration, Alchemy, Gardening, Blunt weaponry

Main Clothing/Armour: A tattered grey habit and sandals
Weaponry: A quarter staff (doubles as a walking stick)
Inventory: An amulet given to him by a friend, various minor healing potions

Personality: Ben embodies the kindly old man, a pilgrim during his youth he had retired to one of the many small villages that scatter Cyrodil. He is at peace with his life and enjoys teaching the villagers and delivering his once famous sermons on the Nine. His greatest passion however is his garden from which he grows the plants and herbs required for the healing potions that he doles out to the needy. Ben often has problems with his crippled leg and becomes much less friendly when he does, he hates being reminded of his age.

Background: Ben was born and brought up in Anvil by the wife of a sailor. With a seafaring father such as his there is always the risk that they won't make it back alive from thir voyaging. This was constantly on Ben's mind, and drove him to prayer. His father never did die, he was lucky several times, surviving pirate raids, storms and shipwrecks. Ben grew up with and unshakeble faith in the Nine, founded on the belief that they had listened to him. At 12 he was accepted by the priest at the city Cathedral as a religious student, as part of an community outreach program by the clergy. Ben was a dilligent studier and a restless traveller, he spent much of his youth guiding pilgrims inbetween shrines, all across Tamriel, picking up some facinating stories of derring do in the process.

Unfotunately everything good has to come to an end, at the age of 45 whilst trying to protect a friend Ben was grieviously wounded by Bandits and his friend slain. Ben was rescued by the Legion but had lost his passion for adventure, he retired to the village and soon settled down there, crippled slightly by his injury.

Animal Sheet
Name: Ben
Animal: A large brown bear
Aspects: Combat, Transport



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IC
Ben sat down heavily on the log, breathing heavily. He'd been walking through the forest all morning and his leg was playing up, the old wound still troubled him greatly at times, he'd nearly lost the use of his left leg to it, if the legionaires hadn't found him... Ben sighed, trying to force his mind away from the unhappy event. His next sermon! that would do, he'd been putting off his preparations for the speech for most of the week, he felt he'd overdone the stories of his youth this year and wanted something else to discuss. Something new, unusual... Ben's mind drifted off on its own, an event that was becoming ever more frequent, but here, now in the forest all alone it didn't matter and the old man sat back and enjoyed the sounds of nature. The wind began to pick up, looking up at the sky Ben could see clouds gathering.
Looks like rain
he thought. Sighing with dissapointment as his relaxation was rudely interrupted. he stood up and looked round for some shelter, he was far too far from town to avoid being caught in the storm... he'd just weather it out here.

"The............. in .............aid, for you are ............... great gift ... assist Nature herself, please come.. head ..........., and ..........................north. "

The words seemed to whistle past with the wind, Ben frowned, looking around for a possible speaker. The voice came again, encompassing everthing for a brief second as it swept past. This time Ben could make out the message;

"The Beauty of Nature is in need of your aid, for you are a host with a great gift to assist Nature herself, please come... head to Cheydinhal, and from there the wind will guide you north."

Again Ben looked round, failing to see where the voice came from.

"Kynareth"

The word flew past, but that was all that Ben needed. His whole life had been spent in the service of the Nine, he never thought he would be worthy of such direct communication. Shocked as he realised he was in the presence of a god Ben muttered a quick prayer before taking up his staff and setting off, after the winds.