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

A green haired, feykin druid places his hands on a tree in the Cloakwood forest. He concentrates, and wills a message to be sent through the forest to any who can receive such things. The message is in the sacred and symbolic language of the druids.

"Brothers and Sisters. This is Archdruid Emmanuel. Great calamity is happening. Please respond to me. I wish to meet with each of you in peace to discuss things."

He releases his hold on the tree and listens, making sure his message is being relayed to the forest. He mutters to himself.

"Now we wait to see who answers the call."

((OOC: This is a player run initiative for something. The message goes out through the forest, so if you have a toon who is sensitive to such things, feel free to RP receiving the message; however, since it is in the sacred language, only druids would understand what was being said. Any others who would hear the message would simply hear an urgency in the forest.

If you have a druid toon who would respond to the call, feel free to either respond here or to PM me, or to simply have your toon meet Emmanuel in game. Any meetings between our toons will happen in game, but I don't mind brief "conversations" over forum/PM to set up meeting times. If you have a "nature sensitive" toon and you wish to get involved, feel free to have them "hear" the message without understanding, and have them ask around; even come straight to Emmanuel if they know him and would ask.))

*a sending reaches Emmanuel if he is on the coast , recognized as from Sane*

"Greetings , missed your message but Admorin found me to direct .

Where may we meet ?"

((If works tomorrow GMT evening . around 7pm GMT , later works too , or earlier , depending on your availability .))

During his next pass through the Old Grove outside Candlekeep, Emmanuel would find, in Druidic

<i>I will always answer the Balance's call. What needs doing, Archdruid?</i>

A small bit of lightning-charred stone seemed to have been left as a signature.

Iolannas response comes in its quicker form; a familiar raven carrying in its beak a sprig of a little water flower known to grow at eldaths shrine. The bird dropped it with no urgency; the place was set to meet, the time, up to Emmanuel.

((Since my schedule is so wackadoodle))