Nature's Calling by Pandar

The Past

During the era of creation, and when the world was anew, a secret society of druids was created by Kynareth, the goddess of air, to watch over Tamriel and her beauty of nature from harm's way, whether it be war tearing the forests and land apart, animals were driven out of their homes, deforestation happening etc. The duty of a druid was plain simple to protect and preserve nature, their main headquarters were located in a sacred forest of Everwood, far north from Cheydinhal. There a huge tree stood the biggest out of the whole forest, the druid's main priority was watching over this huge tree, not only nature, this huge tree was no ordinary tree, but it symbolizes of what a druid was, and what their duty of being one was a all about, it was blessed by Kynareth herself to grant the druids immortality to watch over Nature for all of eternity.

To them.. Everwood was more than just a mere base for operations and such, it was a place that they could call home, and not having to interact with the world that was outside of them, and having a world of their own...

Until..

One dreadful day, the angry daedric god of hunting, Hircine, was furious, for years his hunting for fun was always put to a stop by the society of druids, from this day he had grown tired of it, and decided to put an end to it, he dispatched his most loyal servants consisting of hunters and deranged werewolves to track down the society of druids' base and genocide them.

And when they arrived at their destination of Everwood, a massacre had happened, most of the druids were wiped out, the society was on the brink of extinction, Hircine had also placed a curse on the huge tree, for each passing day, the tree would slowly die overtime, and nature iherself would be in grave danger. However, even though the society of druids were almost at the brink of destruction, a few had survived and a young apprentice druid being at the age of 9, all of the surviving druids except for one had devised a plan, they were to buy the tree sometime to live, before it would wither in darkness and decay, they had given up their own lives for the huge tree to live on, and all's hope was rested in this young druid's hands, Kynareth herself was closely watching over him. His mission was to grow at an age of maturity and unite the descendants that had druidism in them, to a new generation of druids.. the descendants that lived out normal lives in the real world were dispatched all over Cyrodiil, their ancestors did not want to allow them such a burden to carry, and now they were needed, the young druid was to be at a age of maturity, and guide the descendants to their unknown destiny, each descendant were to be called out from Kynareth's whisper.

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.

Your role

Your character is a descendant of the society of druids, he/she will have the gift to communicate with animals (and possibly plants, entangling roots ftw?), morph into a animal of your choice (be reasonable, in the past we had druid that were called 'legandaries' something like that, and some were able to morph into a gryphon or a dragon, send me a pst, if you wish to be one, I might make an exception, depending on the character sheet ). Your character will be hearing Kynareth's whisper through his/her head, he/she is to then head onto Everwood, North of Cheydinhal, from there your character will be meeting up and engaging with his/her brethren, fill free to have your character interact with the others, and socialize with them, try to be friendly or not, depending on your char's personality, it would make this roleplay progress more nicer (or meaner? o.O).

Important roles are needed for the roleplay, pst me, if interested.



Rules Like anyother typical roleplay, it's obvious.. but let's go through them, anyways..
* --> PM ME <-- your character sheets first ;o
* NO Overpowered posts (I R PWN EVERYTHING 'DAT IZ LIEK IN MAH WAI)
* Romance is allowed, but keep it appropriate, keep cybering on msn or something.
* Try not to lock other characters while rp'ing, e.g. Bobby's char is having a convo with Sandra's char, Bobby logs off randomly without having his char ending the convo, resulting with Sandra's char being locked in a never ending convo, lolwut? yeh, exactly.. although she could just end it herself, but you get what I mean.. try to avoid it, please.
* Try not to be shy or nervous, have your chars interact with the others, and try not to feel left out, I encourage character development and socializing in the rp.
* Have fun! and pm me, if there's any probs or questions.

Cheers.

The day has finally arrived, the day of where Shen reaches 21yrs old and the calling of Kynareth was sounded out, the age of where he has matured into a full grown druid, The unison of the order of druids is going to be restored hopefully, Shen thought, sitting under The Huge tree staring at the tainted leaves Your deaths won't be in vain, I'll make sure of it, this grand plan will be put to action, I exist to only serve and be nature's friend for all times.

You have your own free will... Kynareth whispered.

"I know I have my own free will, but it's my duty, as a druid, to help nurture and preserve nature... and as I said, my ancestors' deaths won't go to vain, I will only hope that your calling has reached the descendants," said Shen, continuing to await for his brethren to arrive.

Character Sheet

Humanoid sheet
Name: Drisk Ever-leaf
Nickname: Ghost
Age: 32
Race: Dunmer (Dark Elf)
Gender: Male

Hairstyle/length: Long gun-metal gray hair tied into a pony tail at times.
Physical appearance: Muscular build, about 5' 10" he weighs onl 190lbs. Several scars on his chest and back from previous battles.
Facial: no facial hair

Class: Druid Archer
Class Description/Skills: Skilled in the ways of the Bow and Sword, a Druid Archer has a ability to be more accurate with both weapons, thanks to the Druid Abilities.

Main Clothing/Armour: Leather Gauntlets, Leather Pants, Leather Boots
Casual wearing: Dark Brown Vest, Green Shirt, Black Pants, Black shoes
Weaponry: Ebony Sword (He got it off a rich logging owner), Ebony Long Bow, Ebony Daggar
Inventory: x4 Quivers, deer meat,

Personality: Tough on people who are ignorant to the ways of the Druids, he has tolerance for his fellow druids, but some he personally just cant stand to be around. He follows what Kynareth demands of him, but can also be a troublesome character to those who have worked with the way he works.

Background: Drisk Ever-leaf has always been a sort of rouge druid. He was given the honor to hear Kynareth's voice when he was just 19 years old. He has since been one of her favored Druid Archers, when the time calls for stealthy violence. Drisk was raised by druids after his parents in Morrowind were killed by Druid hunters (Werewolfs), and his town was burned to the ground. His father was a druid along with his mother, and when ever someone asks about his past, he usually just ignores the part where his parent died.

Animal Sheet
Name: Ghost
Animal: Dark Werecat
Aspects: Combat and Stealth

--------The Great Tree---------

Drisk walked towards a fellow Druid, as the voice of Kynareth entered his mind. The voice was sweet and peaceful, if only the whole world could hear the voice of Kynareth.

My child. be peaceful to your fellow druids, as they are here to help just as much as you. The Great Tree is in great danger and I need all my followers to work as one, drisk looked around seeing that the druid standing around.

I have given you much free will, in these past years. I command that you act pleasant in my realm, kynareth said. "I have always been pleasant to be around, in your times of need. It is the others who do not under stand!", drisk said as he took a seat on the ground near the Great Tree and sat quietly listening to Kynareth.

"I will die in the name of Kynareth. I shall not fail", drisk said in a muttered tone, Then let the light of Kynareth shine apon you and guide you to the path of truth, the voice left him as he got up and walked to his fellow druid. "I'am Drisk Ever-leaf a Druid Archer, I have been summoned by Kynareth such as yourself!", drisk stood calmly waiting...

Shen then saw another being such as himself approach him, for this was a rare sight for him, but it was expected, Shen hasn't seen another live being ever since he was a child, Shen assumed the stranger was a druid summoned on Kynareth's behalf. Then the druid had greeted himself, thus confirming he was indeed a druid.

Shen stood up, "Salutations Drisk, I am Shen'dar, Shen for short, I am a druid such as yourself with a split personality with my animal-self," he greeted himself in a friendly manner, "heh, and no friend, I was not summoned here, I've been here for all my life, I am part of the great plan to unite you brethren under one banner, we await the others and from there we'll be instructed by the lady of air herself, on what to do." Shen corrected him.

Character Sheet

Humanoid sheet
Name:Desmond Silverhall
Nickname:Dez, Silver, Silv
Age:16
Race:breton
Gender:male

Hairstyle/length:brown loose hair of neck length, he has one destinctive stripe of long silver hair
Physical appearance: still growing in length, he has a slender body, looks fit but not strong
Facial:no facial hair

Class: Sorcerer
Class Description/Skills: The sorcerer is a strong magician who is very fond of enchantments and magic, skilled in most schools of magic and trained to be mobile in heavy armor such as steel or ebony, Desmond is most skilled in the schools of Alteration, Destruction and Conjuration

Main Clothing:white shirt, beige trousers, tan robes (not a full set of robes, just the upper coat)
combat/ travel gear: steel pauldrons and greaves
Weaponry: a thin metal/silver staff (like Wabbajack) enchanted to accelerate his spells if channeled through the staff
Inventory:some spell scrolls, food and survival gear (hamock, tinderbox, net, ropes)

Personality:Desmond is a friendly lad and eager to learn new experiences outside the guildhalls. he has a strong will and can endure things better then others.
Background: Desmond is a very tallented sorcerer, skillful in most schools of magic. but he is a big fan of the Imperial legion forresters, and he tries to train outside the city gates more often. he lives at the Cheydinhall magesguild because his parrents were killed by bandits in Harlun's Watch

Animal Sheet
Name: Silver (Silver Fangs)
Animal:A large Saltwater Crocodille with next to his grey/dark green color a clear white line across his back and tail
Aspects: Transport/Combat, he's decently fast in the water and is tough to injure on land with strong jaws, he isn't very good with magic his ability but it's power grows by the day (shield/resistance spells mostly, no fireballs or anything on target)



IC: -comming soon-

Character Sheet

Humanoid sheet
Name: Altas Makhil
Nickname: Altas
Age: 26
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male

Hairstyle/length: Has short cropped hair
Physical appearance: Has a normal build, average height and weight
Facial: Flawless

Class: Quick Druid
Class Description/Skills: Is very quick and is an excellent fighter with a staff, a pretty good healer but only good at healing wounds, not sicknesses, etc.

Main Clothing/Armour: usually doesn't wear a shirt, wears padded red pants which are tucked into his boots, also has long red cape
Casual wearing: wears armor
Weaponry: has a staff
Inventory: nothing, for food he usually collects edible plants, etc. and eats whenever hungry

Personality: Very nice and outgoing, however fearsome, relenless, and unmerciful in battle
Background: Was raised with the druids and is known as one of their best fighters

Animal Sheet
Name: Talis
Animal: Turns into a large lion, about as big as a man, and can talk through telepathy to anyone while in this form
Aspects: Is very strong and agile, very quick runner, and can hold atleast two or three people on back at a time

Humanoid sheet
Name: Jacquelyn Terisun
Nickname: Whatever you wish, but as a child she went by Jackie. Most know her by JT in her business.
Age: 30
Race: Imperial
Gender: Female
Birthsign: The Lady

Hairstyle/length: Her hair is dark brown and comes down to shoulder length, where it curls slightly towards her head. Her bangs also curl, and it gives her a smart, but less lady-like look.
Eyes: Her eyes are dark brown, the same shade as her hair.
Physical appearance: Jackie is a very agile Imperial, not stocky like the average Colovian but more elvish in her lean litheness. Her hips sport an hourglass curvature and she is moderately endowed, giving her an averagely appealing body. Built and trained to be swift and flexible. She is also nicely tanned from her constant outdoor work.
Facial: Her hairstyle gives her a less than lady-like look, but her face seems to work to both counter-act and encourage this. A small nose and gentle curve to her face goes along with a strong cheekbone and chin to give her a strong, yet dignified visage. Her soft eyes and full lips still afford her some degree of effeminate beauty.

Class: Forester
Class Description/Skills: A member of the Imperial Legions, the Foresters are a special division with less focus on warfare and more on general care of the lands of the Empire. While they have the authority of law, that is not their primary purpose. They serve as scouts, surveyors, road guards, seasonal hunting managers, and if called to war, archers. They serve the Empire by protecting its people and wildlife. Skills; Tracking, Archery, Leatherwork, light armory, acrobatics, knife-wielding, Wilderness Survival.

Main Clothing/Armour: Some foresters wear the Legion armor, but Jacquelyn chooses to agree with others and wear leathers. Her leather outfit is not thick like stock leathers, but custom-made to be flexible and well-fitting. She made the entire outfit, but did not make a helm. It is dark leather, allowing her to blend in with forest shadows and tree trunks.
Casual wearing: If she isn't wearing her usual outfit, you'll find her in a quilted blouse and tan skirt. She also wears deer skin sandals. These clothes are typically rolled up and strapped to the back of her waist.
Weaponry: Maple wood long bow, with a quiver of steel arrows. The bow is nearly as tall as her. She also has a silver hunting knife strapped to her hip.
Inventory: A water skin hangs around her torso, crossing with the quiver strap. Her hard leather belt has several pouches with selections of meats, gold, and a map.

Personality: Jacquelyn is a strong willed woman, driven by her goals and morals passionately. She pursues everything she sets out to do with a passion unparalleled by many, an enthusiasm that many cannot fathom, and guile that can scare a schemer. Her intelligence couples with her will to create a person capable of just about anything she sets out to do, creatively deriving a means to her desired end. Improvisation is her deadliest weapon. All around, she is a loyal friend, strong and well-rounded ally, and fearsome when angered.
Background: She's always had a love for animals and the outdoors, and her parents fostered this love on the family farm by giving Jacquelyn her own horse, Ditzy, at the age of ten. She was crushed when Ditzy died of hypothermia and old age on the winter of her twenty-fifth birthday. By then she had been accepted as an Imperial Forester and was going through her recruit training. Sympathizing with her, the Captain of the Training Camp bought her a new horse, a fine Chestnut she named Sheela. (Rumor has it he had a liking towards her.)

Inexplicably, Jacquelyn has always enjoyed the company of animals more than people, of the outdoors more than the city, and seems to communicate with animals in a fluent way many marvel at. She sometimes is unsettled by the presence of animals, though, as there have been occasions where she has heard inexplicable whispers. And nights where she swore her dreams of walking the animal world were far too real?

Animal Sheet
Name: Jackie
Animal: Raccoon
Aspects: Scouting, Infiltration.

IC: The arrow whistled through the air to thud against the tree with finality, giving Jacquelyn a snug feeling in her stomach. She loved archery like she loved animals, as there was a satisfaction for her that was unparalleled when the arrow hit its mark. For Jackie, Archery was as simple as breathing, and she'd become renowned for her skill in such. There were better archers higher up in the Forester ranks, she knew, but she didn't care. She was one of the best, and that was good enough for her, because she still got the job done.

Jackie drew another arrow from behind her shoulder, but as she knocked it her eyes widened. The Beauty of Nature is in need of your aid, for you are a host with a great gift to assist Nature herself. Jackie looked around the forest, her dark brown eyes sweeping the area cautiously. Please come.. head to Cheydinhal, and from there the wind will guide you north. Her eyes continued to sweep the area and she held her bow before her, ready to shoot any threat. A soft morning breeze rustled northward, prompting Jackie to raise one eyebrow inquisitively.

The wind will guide you north. Head to Cheydinhal. The voice repeated in her mind; the soft, breezy whisper of a woman's gentle voice, a bird song. Jacquelyn moved to the tree and withdrew her arrows from the trunk, placing them and the one she'd knocked into her quiver, followed by her bow. Turning from the tree Jackie whistled softly.

With a clopping upon the forest underbrush a chestnut steed rushed from the trees it had been left at to her side. Jackie rubbed the horse's snout, thinking, wondering. "I heard the whispers again Sheela." She muttered to the horse, closing her eyes. Whispers again reached her mind, softer than before and not as eloquently spoken. This voice was different, and she could barely discern the words.

But what she heard now was common for her; the voice she'd heard before, telling her to go to Cheydinhal, was not. It was stronger, louder, clearer than any voices she'd heard in the past. And that worried her. Was she finally losing her mind?

"Should I listen to it, and go to Cheydinhal?" She asked aloud, more to herself than Sheela. But the horse still nodded approvingly. Jackie sighed, removing one hand from the chestnut's snout to unbuckle a pouch and remove a map.

"Well, should be easy enough, we're in the area anyways, just a slight bit southwest of the city. But there's nothing North of Cheydinhal... except for the Azura shrine and that cave. What could it be talking about then?" Jacquelyn contemplated aloud, looking at the map more to ensure her memorial accuracy than actually tell her something of the area. She remembered most of it anyways. Shrugging, she folded up the map and returned it, before swinging onto Sheela's back. "Well, we best head off."

Altas was only a couple miles from the great tree talking to a raven when he heard Kynareth say, You are needed, all the druids are uniting as one to stop a great force, assemble at the great tree. You are one of the mightiest druids and will be of much assistance.
"Now what could this be about?" Altas asked himself. He transformed into his lion form, Talis, and started on his way. He reached the tree in less than a minute and saw two druids talking. He bound in front of them, being a show-off, and let out a mighty roar that shook the trees and the earth around them. He then transformed back into his human form with a flash of blinding light and said: "Good to meet you two, the names Altas."

OOC: Sorry to be d*ck-headish, but I'd like to remind everyone to use the whisper that's already provided on the first post, kthx

ic: "Oh, woah! Another one of those beings! Except both of you have different physical features, but still.. almost the same!" Shen yelled in all excitement, "hail, friend! I be Shen, and by my side is Drisk, so he calls himself, and I'll assume you came here on behalf of the lady of air, right?" he said, "we're waiting for the rest of our brethren to gather, and when we all do, the lady of air will be instructing on us on what to do next," he finished.

North of Cheydinhall in a clearing in the woods was a young breton practicing spells with his staff, small fast flashes of blue and green spells were cast in the glade, followed by flashes of brght light and gusts of wind he created, but suddenly the breton halted his practice as he noticed a change in his surroundings.
'why has it become so quiet? what happened to the birds?"indeed there was suddenly no sound of any bird in the glade, neither was there any trace of life around him when Desmon looked around. but then a gust of wind from the south blew through the forrest, lifting leaves and dust from the ground and carrying them feveral feet before falling to the ground again, the wind gave Desmond a feeling that made his neckhair stand straight up and in the wind he heard a voice, Desmond could not tell the difference between the wind and the voice yet he clearly heard each word spoken to 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."
Desmond had never heard the voice before in his life, yet a cold feeling that crawled up his spine told him his assumption was true that the goddess of wind and nature had spoken, still a bit shocked with the divine message he whispered "Kynareth..." and with an unclrear mind he followed the leaves carried on the wind, towards Everwood.


It didn't take Desmond long to make his way through the woods and he finaly could see his destination, a large tree standing tall and large above the the woods, Desmond had a feeling he had seen the tree before, and he knew it was his destination as the wind guided him closer. Desmond arrived at the clearing where the large tree rested and he noticed three men already in the clearing, two men and a dunmer. Desmond walked to thhem and a bit uncertain he spoke "Euhm, hello, Greetings sirs, were you summoned here too? by Kynareth?"
Desmond knew this had to do with druids, his parrents had tought him how to live along with nature and how to treat his gift, but that was a long time ago, a vague memory pushed back by study in the arcane arts, Desmond hadn't changed in a long time, now he wondered what was going to happen at this place.

OOC: My bad, just assume that she said the same thing to me.

IC: "Well hello there! Don't be shy! The names Altas, and from what I just heard, this here is Shen and Drisk. And what might your name be?" Altas' outoing attitude seemed to surpise the three of them. "Sorry if I may come on a bit too strong, but you know, it comes from my beast inside me. Do you wanna' see him? His name is Talis!"

Character Sheet

Name: http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll85/Sarathomir/6149d6d4.jpg

Nickname: Fliss.

Age: 17

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Female.

Hairstyle/length: Long, though ratty and knotted, usually with some sort of flower or vine in it. She has a light, lime green coloured hair, parted down the central left hand side with a side fringe; it reaches to the upper half of her back. It's usually considered her most distinguishing feature.

Physical appearance: Felicity is a small and petite girl, and being half Bosmer she is neither heavy nor tall. Her features are very soft and innocent, she has a small button-nose and large eyes. She has clear skin, with a pale elegant grey tone to it and looks about a year younger than her actual age. Her face holds the innocence of youth. Felicity has dark hazel eyes, an attractive feature on an all round attractive young girl.

Class Description/Skills: Felicity specialises in restoration and alteration magic, with a love for alchemy, potions and poisons. She also has an amazing love for the animals, and a certain bond with them that could become useful to her in the future. As well as this, she has a knack for wind and earth destruction spells and uses these in combat against her foes.

Main Clothing/Armour: Usually in combat, Felicity wears dark green layered plate armour, with an intricate lighter green leaf pattern engraved into it. Over this she will wear her partially see through lime green silk dress. As well as this she wears a small light green circlet around her forehead, this is enchanted with her ancestors' powers that Felicity has yet to unlock.

Casual wearing: A light green dress that matches her hair and circlet colour. Embroidered onto the dress is an impressive pattern of swishes and swirls. She rarely wears shoes when not in combat, with grass stained feet and shins.

Weaponry: In battle the young druid uses no weapon, only her hands to manipulate the ways of the wind and the roots of the earth. When in combat her eyes go a dark green colour and a powerful phosphorescence of green energy forms around her. However she has had very few encounters with combat and cannot be sure of what she herself can do.

Inventory: Vials and some herbs of all shapes and sizes, as well as a pestle and mortar. 10 gold coins and a small book on druids, written by her master and gifted to her.

Personality: Having been shut off from mainstream society in the village, Felicity has become that of an outcast. Without the help of others she has learnt to be self dependent and in turn has built a wall of inner confidence. Though quiet, Felicity is polite and generous to all that befriend her, not that anyone yet has.

Background: Born to a Bosmer mother and an Imperial father Felicity found it hard growing up, she soon realised that life was not as lush as it first appeared. Felicitys' Mothers line of ancestors stretches back to the beginning of the Druids time, however her Father, a travelling mercenary at the time was not so well appreciated, and this gave her troubles throughout her early life. Her teacher, an elder druid named Sanfew, always said she showed promise from a young age, and had taken the challenge of unlocking her power. He had only half done this when the message from Cheydinhal was heard, and being to old, had sent Felicity off, in the hopes that she could play a vital role and unlock her own power by herself.


Animal Sheet

Name: Fliss

Animal: A http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/animals/images/primary/peregrine-falcon.jpg

Aspects: Scouting, Transport, Melee Combat.


IC: It had been a long flight, the steady calmness of the winds enabled the ever thoughtful Falcon to glide upon a pocket of air. The constant speech had played on her mind throughout the journey, though she had not heard it herself, her master had been clear of what was 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'. Fliss drew closer, gazing down at the busy city of Cheydinhal that lie directly beneath her. She had only recently learn how to morph, and had, when she set off, worries of her journey to the Great Tree. Though the speech was unclear of where north of Cheydinhal, it seemed as if she knew where she was going, and as if the very air she glided on carried her onwards.

She decided it was time for fun, flying as high up as she could manage, passing through the moist clouds. It was like a dream rising and falling at incredible speeds, unimaginable when standing on firm ground. Twisting and turning, a screech of happiness leapt from her feathered lungs as she spotted a clearing in the forest below, diving ever faster towards the grand tree. As she felt the ground get closer, she began to morph ending up on one knee with her head bowed. Her light green dress falling neatly down her aching back and onto the ground behind her. It had been a hard journey, but she was here now. She lifted her head, anolysing her possible allies.

as the man who answered him turned out to be friendly desmond relaxed a bit, "My name is Desmond Silverhall, son of Charles Silverhall. As for your inner beast I would gl-" at that moment something moved in the corner of his eye, a girl with light green dress and hair appearantly landed a few yards away from desmond, how she managed to fly Desmond didn't realise for a moment, but he asumed she had the ability to morph into a bird. He looked at Altas and said "Yes, I'd be glad to meet Talis" more easier as the nervous feeling faded away.

Felicity stood up, saying nothing to the men whose conversation was fast unfolding in front of her. It was apparent that she was yet the only female and felt somewhat out of place. Her eyes focused on the Tree. It was certainly large with an air of importance seeping from its dying bark. She wondered whether there were anymore to come, still confused as to whether these people were like her, she sat; a small wooden bench perched behind the group of men and in front of the great tree. It was strange, she had never once met these people before, but she trusted them.

Edhelas levelled his bow at the Dark-Elf trader, he was oblivious to the threat Ed posed to him. The bowstring tensed, Ed prepared to let the arrow fly and licked his lips as he saw a few choice cuts of mutton in the man's backpack. Then the voice hit his ears, a pleasant whisper that gave out warmth that flooded his body, that threw him off guard. The whisper 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 arrow was let loose unintentionally, the shock that came with the mysterious voice had made him fire too early, the arrow missed its intended target of the merchant's head and instead embedded itself deep in the man's arm. Edhelas instantly regretted not preparing a sleeping draught or poison to coat the arrow in. Ed's instinct told him to immediately transform into his animal form and flee, holstering the bow and hanging his backpack over his neck, he transformed into a sleek deer. The merchant was clutching his arm in pain, Ed took advantage of the time he had been given and bolted, moving extremely fast, deeper into the forest, in the direction the voice had told him to go. He glanced back once, the merchant had turned and fired a spell at the tree he had been standing behind, almost nothing of the tree remained.


As he trotted into the clearing, he realised that he wasn't the only person this voice had contacted. A quick glance around the clearing saw three Imperials, a Breton, a Dunmer and another Bosmer, of them all, the Bosmer was the only female. He transformed back to his Bosmer self and walked a little further into the clearing, glancing at the other people gathered here.

OOC: My name is Altas, try not to get it cofused with atlas.

"Well it seems everyone is arriving here. Maybe you can meet Talis another time. He doesn't take much energy to transform into. I learned how to contact and become him when I was 17, on the brink of manhood." Altas looked past Desmond and eyed the attractive girl with green hair. "Well hello there and what might your name be, Bosmer? My names Altas." Altas said, his cape blowing in the wind.

OCC: The following is a reason for my absence.


Drisk stood around looking at his fellow bretheren. He had been silent for the most part, but only because he wanted to get a feel for the people he would be working along with. Two Bosmer, Three Imperials, One Breton, and himself, a single Dunmer. The group seemed nice, but they also seemed to lack the knowlege of the real world outside the life of a Druid.

I'm not sure of that Imperial who calls himself Altas, he seems to smug, drisk thought as the sweet voice of Kynareth replyed, Do not worry my child of the wilderness, he shall become a valuble asset to the defence of my Great Tree, as fast as the sweet voice had come it was gone even faster. Drisk stepped over to get into the crowd as they spoke amoungst each-other.

"When will Kynareth tell us what our mission is?", drisk asked the crowd...

Character Sheet

Humanoid sheet
Name: Adeth
Nickname: Adeth
Age: 17
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male

Hairstyle/length: rough brown hair that is combed partly to the sides, more to the left and it covers his left eye. his hair reaches his neck on the back his jaw on the sides.
Physical appearance: just think of a gaunt, underfed sickly child who is nothing more than bone. His eyes are blue-gray and focused, even if one would rather think of him as dreamy.
Facial: His eyes are blue-gray and focused, even if one would rather think of him as dreamy. He has no scars and no facial hair.


Class: unspecified (cant figure out which ) Outsider
Class Description/Skills: alchemy, alteration, mysticism, destruction, bluntweapon, history/lore

Main Clothing/Armour: charcoal colored dress shirt, slightly raggy pants and a pair of traveling boots. all of medium quality.
Casual wearing: (if necessary)
Weaponry: a simple silver dagger made for alchemy use but can be used as a weapon, a quarter staff for walking
Inventory: mortar & pestle, ingredients for healing potions, ingredients for fatique potions and a few small magicka potions, and a book of basic alchemy, an inkwell, a quill and an empty note book

Personality: Kind of timid, courageous and strong willed when necessary. Always trying to be like everyone else and rarely who he is, acting either childishly or mature.
Background: Bullied in his own small town for being different to other kids, fragile, lazy, sickly and just not interested in the matters of big cities, politics, sports, working and what not.

One day he decided to go out because he was bored of his town and couldn't take it anymore.

Animal Sheet
Name: Noname
Animal: Northern Hawk Owl http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/comm...a-ulula-002.jpg
Aspects: (under construction)



IC posts coming up

"Hmm Altas" Felicity considered his sudden interest in her, but curiosity was in the air here, so although reluctantly she answered "I'm Felicity, and its more than a pleasure too meet you." Of course she was lying, Altas already seemed to her to be over-confident, and on the arrival of another male she felt uneasy. She put her head down again, for the least she wanted was to get involved. Ignoring the conversation of the men beside her, she admired the intricate detail of the bench wood, the gentle carvings that twisted and twirled, encircling what seemed to be an image. An image of a bird within a circle...

Fascinating.. all beings from having circle-shaped ears to pointy ears! The pack is forming, most excellent! thought Shen, he smiled, when hearing Drisk mentioned about when Kynareth was coming, Shen told him, "she speaks, when she is ready, for the moment, it won't be anytime soon, it looks as if we are still waiting for more of our brethren to show.. and all of this is rather interesting to meet you all, beings that have such different features in their own unique way, pointy ears to ears like mine.

"We may as well use this time to get to know each other, this after all, Everwood will be your new home, once our instructions or requests from the lady of air has been fulfilled. So get use to this forest now, while you still can.. I can only hope I can lead this pack, yet I know nothing of the outside world.." Shen sighed.

"Alrighty then." Altas turned around hearing Drisk's question. "I've been wondering the same thing. I wonder how many more druids there are? I've only met one or two... and they both died... but that doesn't matter now. After that I just stuck close to the great tree, or so I call it. I've mostly focused on my fighting ability with this here staff over the years." Altas looked up at the sky with a smug smile on his face.

"Well, as a matter of fact, this tainted tree has once symbolized of who we were, it has no name whatsoever, I recall others, me and your elders I'm talking about, calling this 'The Great Tree, or 'The Huge Tree', or 'The Tree of Life', back to that day of massacre.. this tree was placed upon a curse, I can't recall who placed it, but whoever did will surely pay. Me and a few surviving druids who were our elders had devised a plan, they were to sacrifice their own lives for this tree to keep on living, and buy me sometime to mature at an age of maturity, thus this is where you all come in, the day where Kynareth had sent out her calling," Shen said, his smile turned into a frown mentioning the massacre had put him into a depressed state, "and a new generation of society of druids will be born.. reason all of you weren't here back then, is that the elders apparently did not want you all to be burdened with such tasks, instead you were all dispatched out all over Cyrodiil to live out normal lives not knowing about your druid heritage, although.. some of you probably might've known about it.." Shen finished.

Felicity looked up, she scoffed aloud, 'this Altas figure seems rather arrogant' she thought to herself. She thought it was time too speak up about herself, something she hadn't done in a very long time. "Erm, excuse me" she interrupted gingerly. "But I can't hear any voice." She looked down once again, expecting strange looks from the crowd standing before her.

Altas looked surprised by how much Shen knew about the druids. Then he heard Felecity talking, and replied:"You mean to tell me that you can't hear the voice of Kynareth herself? Well I've only heard it a few times, very rare, but if you can't then what led you here? How young are you?"

"Hail, miss!" He greeted the female that had morphed from a falcon to a humanoid that's standing before the group, Shen was too ignorant to realize that her presence in the forest was rather awhile, and so spoke up an apology in an attempt to redeem himself, "I apologize for not noticing you there, I'll be Shen, leading this pack.. I rather look unfit for the job you see, for I don't know the outside world very well, but the elders and Kynareth herself chose me.."