D&D: Returns to the druids sacred circle
From Create Your Own Story
You lose yourself to the wild. Shifting your sense like you've been thought. Releasing your consciousness and trusting your instinct alone is difficult for the normal mortal, but you've been trained since youth to channel the primal spirit. And it is the only way to find the sacred grove of your circle. You run in the forest, along trees and into pathways, at easy in the foliage and losing yourself a bit to the adrenaline rush. Eventualy you slow down and revert your sense as you aproach the familiar grounds. Slowly coming out of the bushes, you reach the circle. It is well hidden deep in the forest and protected by magic. The circle's ground consist of the middle section. A circle of large stone placed there by the ancient ones wich your people worship. This reminds you that the festival of the moon is coming. You smile lightly as you think of the traditional dance and the other rituals. The rest of the ground is a small village, houses built in synergie with the growing of the trees.
As you aproach, a familiar red haired elf aproach you. Synaril is your elder of a few years but both of you have been good friend ever since teenage. "Hi there. Lost yourself in the wood again havn't you ?" she speaks in her cheerful tone. "A little. I'm always curious about what goes on outside the circle." you answer. "Of course you are. That's why the elder think you are such a pest" she tease with a grin. The two of you giggle and talk while you walk into the village. Synaril warns you that poachers have been spotted to the south in the woods close to waterdeep.
"Oh yeah, your mentor have been expecting you for your lesson. He said to pass on the word if I spotted you." she says. You nods. "I gotta go now. I have some chores back home"
D&D: Go south to hunt the poachers
