Curled within the hollow trunk of a long dead Oak, Kyree broods over recent events. Daigers has wandered away, even his thick skin no proof against her mood.
"Twice now," she mutters to herself. "Twice now those here of good intent failed to make a definitive end to the Black Orcs that ravaged the lands, and now the survivors of Triel owe debt to the Zhentarim. The courage and commitment of the free folk here are beyond reproach. The back of the Black Orc arrmy was broken first here in the Woods of Sharp Teeth, and then all but shattered a few days past on the outskirts of Triel. It was the alliance of goodly elves, dwarfs, mankind, and adventurers that call this region home who achieved all this. Yet now the townsfolk in the North give gratitude to the Zhentarim who swooped in and snatched up the crumbs in the final battle. Would that I were a man and had the commanding presence of one such as Uriel Honorblade. There is a time to throw caution to the winds when stakes are high, and I would have led the pack howling like wolves onto the last of the orcs!"
She sighs and rubs at her temples. "And to think I first argued against Tyn when he asked us to aid Triel. We should be healing the forests I told him, let soldiers do soldier's work. Yet I am coming to see how politicking and goodwill can also affect the land in the long term. I do not like this. I do not like what I am becoming. I wish my life to be simple once more."
She is still there an hour later when word comes to her of the things that Nai has been told regarding the burning of bodies in the old stone circle near the Lion's Way. She uncurls and steps out into the night.
"This at least is something I can attend to without any doubt or self-examination."
She moves quickly and purposefully until she stands within the ancient circle. She gathers her energies and summons a great natural storm to wash the stones clean. Rain hammers down in a deluge and lightning crackles around her, the sweet smell of ozone filling the air. When the storm subsides she moves from stone to stone, whispering softly in the druid tongue, and caressing the moss and lichen that grow there. She completes the circle then moves to the centre where she kneels and begins her final devotions to gods of nature, and to the memory of the druids who worshiped here long ago. For a moment she sees a vision. Twenty or thirty cowled figures standing in an outward spiraling line. They create a living vortex of power with a huge man wearing antlers at it's centrepoint. A soft sigh of understanding escapes her lips.
Just as she finishes re-dedicating the circle she hears movement behind her, and then a voice full of power speaks.
"What are you doing in our circle?"
Kyree stands and turns to face the two dragons who have caught her unawares.
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//Information regarding the conversation that followed will be in the guild forum later.. and dammit I was so caught up in the rp ((thanks guys, superb and nerve-wracking job btw)) that I forgot to take a screenie of the dragons!!!
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