Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

The druid’s leather boots padded softly through the undergrowth, leaving no trace of his passing upon the leaf-littered forest floor. Moving swiftly through the ferns and branches, the druid moved at an easy pace, humming a tune as he navigated his way with his branch-turned-walking stick. All the while eyes were scanning through the trees with eased practice… scanning for his favourite variety of mushroom. The heavily robed druid came to a stop when he witnessed what was before him, alarm and bile rising into the usually calm druid’s demeanour as his eyes quickly took in the scene before him. Woods where he had trod many a time were gone. In their place were felled trees and crude huts made of twig and fur which he knew to be of orcish design. Clutching his staff so firmly his knuckles turned white, the druid took another step forward, then stopped, as he decided to take in the extent of the damage. The oaken staff and the druid’s heavy robes morphed as his body began changing shape, shifting gradually into the form of a great hawk. At once the bird took flight. He flew wide arching circles around the orcish encampment. The feathers on his neck stood on end noticing the great expanse of the wood the orcs were occupying for their camps. With a piercing screech he flew off toward the Friendly Arm Inn.

The druid got to work immediately after returning to his natural form. In various locations throughout the Trade Way and Amn, he left a message for all other druids written in druidic runes upon rocks and trees:

“The Black Orcs in the Sharp Teeth Woods must be stopped.”

Kaltyra sat and stared at the message. Then she got up, walked towards it to make a mark of her own - then stopped and went back to sit down... and stare at the message. Don't speak in anger. Her teacher had warned her. Don't act in anger. It is too easy for you to forget yourself to your blood, Kaltyra.

So she left without leaving a mark.

The next day she returned and wrote out something with a much clearer mind.

"Is there a place we can move them?"

Returning to each location after a long hiatus, Araulan knocks a new note into the surface.

For all those who are interested. Meet me by the old Druidic Circle outside the Candlekeep on the setting of the sun two days hence.

//Saturday 5pm EST

Three druids met by the old druid circle near Candlekeep. They spoke in their ancient tongue, leaving those who would have been listening unaware of what it was which they conversed, unless they too understood the druidic tongue. The three appeared to have much to say, so much so that they almost did not notice the stray passerby wondering what business could possibly be held in a druid's circle. Knowledge was all around shared, suggestions were offered, and by the end each druid left feeling a sense of accomplishment. Each now knew what tasks lay before them. The first stones were now cast.