by Kerem Beyit
The ancient woodlands of the seven kingdoms hold many secrets of both fear and wonder. Filled with foul beasts and beautiful creatures alike, it is a truly inhospitable environment for mortal men, and very few have dared settle in the thick of its embrace. And of those who have - very few remain, or even live to tell the tale. But somewhere deep in the forests, dwells the Druids of the Sacred Oak. An ancient and venerable faction of enchanters, herbalists and seers. Protected from the perils of the night by powerful charms and arcane incantations, they have lived in harmony with the lifeforce of nature for as long as time can tell. The strong magical properties of their potions and decoctions is said to bestow many benefits to those who ingest them. Prolonged lives, deeper wisdom, magical potency and extraordinary vitality are only a few of the traits gained by those who master the more intricate alchemic formulae. And poisons, either deadly or corruptive, are a specialty of many druids.
According to some accounts, a few are even gifted with the power of spiritually speaking to the trees and the beast of the forest itself. Born, now old and wise as an oak, yet vital and vigorous as a sapling still, was long ago the most promising of druid apprentices. He quickly proved to be an potent herbalist, and soon surpassed even the skills of his then masters. He spent his days, and many nights of his youth, alone in the woods; listening, sensing and researching. The potency of his potions is renowned amongst healers and herbalists alike, but the knowledge of their preparations and ingredients is a secret kept only by Born himself - until the day he finds an apprentice worthy of his teachings.
How Born first came to join the Druids of the Sacred Oak, or from whence he hailed, is to this day a mystery. And generations have passed since the last of his brethren perished, hence none exist to tell his tale but himself. Something which he is profoundly reluctant to do.
Born now resides quietly in a cavern on the outskirts of the druid habitat, and keeps mostly to himself, his smoking pipe and his research. However, in spite of his age and extraordinary sapience, he is a Magir of much mirth and glee, and still frequently seeks the company of his kinship when least they expect it. Often with new and peculiar decoctions for them to savour.
For better or for worse.
Physical Description
Beast Tongue
Forest Stealth
Elder Staff of the Dryad
Inexhaustible Belt of Potions
Ruby Amulet of the Ravenclaw
Cloak of the Wisp
Pipe of Cloaking Mist
Earth-Entangling Boots
Dagger of Sapling Blood
