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Talaanor - Druid of the Wild

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"I'm glad you would all join me tonight." said the sin'dorei woman, nestled atop a rock with her legs crossed and her hood pulled down, putting her dazzling facial features on display for the group of adventures. Her glowing green eyes stood out with her fitted red attire of elven scalemail adorned with an elegant trim of golden.

There were many strange faces gathered around him. An elderly orc leaned on a skull-decorated staff with cracked shamanistic beads around his neck and a long wolfhide robe. At the edge of the group; yellow-haired troll of the grim sort; a headhunter with little care about the meeting he was attending, and more focus on staring down a shrunken in his three-fingered hand.
Closest to the rock; two kaldorei standing by eachother, one tall and lean, donning dark leather garbs and two hand axes with a wooden look to them, the other shorter and broad of build with an arm covered in heavy-looking bark and an even heavier-looking hammer of stone, wood and vines. Behind him was the human sorceress he knew already; donning elegant Kirin Tor robes, dimly glowing purple eyes and two longswords, way too big for her to wield; though he knew that she never did intend to physically wield them regardless.

Among these people, the young human Dalriod Donegan, felt small and insignificant with his wooden buckler and tarnished old sword. He sighed out quietly to himself, adjusting his ill-fitting and oversized chainlink hauberk, knowing fully well that the dwarf he had bought it from with his hard-earned coin had cheated him.

"Most of you know why we are here, some do not." The Sin'dorei motioned for the entrance to the echoing cavern system. "In the deeps that expand hundreds of miles into the ground before you, treasure awaits us. When we've gotten to the chamber at it's very bottom you are free to take and do whatever you wish, except for one specific relic-" she went on for a few minutes.

As amazed as he was with the sin'dorei's beauty, his eyes never left the hammer on the broader kaldorei. There was no doubt in the follied soldier son's mind that this one elf was a druid, but it didn't explain how he could carry such a weapon so effortlessly. It appeared as if it weighed little more than Dalriod's own shortsword.

"You there! The scrawny young man." The sindorei on the rock called.
Dalriod's attention snapped back to the designated team leader.
"Listen up or you won't live to see the Torn Daughter's Chamber, you hear?" The elven woman stared him down with a hissing sharpness to her tone.
For a second he had no words to reply with, mustering only to open his mouth;
"I shall take care of the young human Tirisanna. Worry you not." Dalriod was cut off as the druid he had been looking at set his eye on the sindorei.
"Very well then, Talaanor. I will not be held accountable, should he lose his life in the deeps." she huffed.
The druid bowed his head slowly and looked to Dalriod, and then he noticed. All eyes were upon him. Once again, the young man felt humbled by the presence of the much more experienced individuals of the gathering.

The druid approached Dalriod, shifting the massive hammer from his bare hand to the one covered in bark. Struck in awe and intimidation, Dalriod now noticed that despite the druid's broadness, he was as all other elves also towering him.
"I-I-I won't be a burden Lord Talaanor, sir!" It was the best he could come up with in the presence of the wildwalking kaldorei. Though before even opening his mouth, the elf brought his big hand to the human's forehead while making straight line of eyecontact between the two. The druid snickered warmly.
"I am no lord, young warrior. But recieve a blessing of Cenarius; the Mark of the Wild for our venture into darkness."

Dalriod's knees trembled as a sensation of warmth and serenity surged through his body, starting from the very elf's palm. The young man didn't know if it was the fact that the overpowering elf had called him an actual 'warrior' or it was truly a blessing of a demi-god rushing through every vein in his body.
The heavy hauberk suddenly felt light on his shoulders, the buckler on his arm weightless and the sword in his hand tighter in his grip than ever before. The sounds of the woods around them rang clear in his ears, an owl's hoot, a distant saber's yawn and the sound of a buck sharpening it's antlers against the trunk of a tree.
Whatever magic the druid had cast on him had turned his nervousness into courage and strength, though his awe never failed to falter in the wake of Talaanor. If this was the blessing the elf himself had upon him, he had little doubts to the strength he would be granted to carry the massive stone hammer.

"Come on, Dalriod. The others are already inside." Talaanor called at the cave's entrance with an encouraging waving gesture. "Mysteries and trials await us in the deeps."

Alright, alright. I know this one was long, k?! ;-; Don't hate an elf, hate the inspiration!
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Thank you for the nice words :) I'm very fond of this druid I play, and he probably won't change either! For the Wilds!