You are a member of a prestigious library in an elf city in the woods. You researched for years under the mentorship of a great wizard, but the spells and magic did not interest you. You loved nature, and that is all you wanted to learn about. Every moment you could, you snuck out into the woods and wandered through the trees. Over time you discover druid magic and for the first time ever you acquire an interest in the arcane. Soon, however, your mentor discovers you researching druid magic and fires you, kicking you out of the city. Now in the woods, you desperately need a source of income so you decide to take of adventuring for cash.
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Backstory! YES!!! That's the best part of the game! Okay okay. So, a lot of it will depend on what kind of druid you picture yourself being. Sure, you could go with the academic type like Mordecai suggested, and that would work fine with a Circle of the Land druid. But there's still a bit of conflict there - starting in a city, moving into the wilds, etc. Sure, conflict is good, and if that suits you go for it. Or, maybe you picture yourself as more of an outdoors kid to begin with. "Sage" doesn't have to mean some stuffy professor type with patches on the elbows of your tweed jacket. Maybe you're happiest when you're out in the wilds, seeking out new plant and animal species. Maybe you wander around barefoot and whistling, while you draw sketches of birds and flowers in your travel journal. And every once in a while you stop in at the Library or Academy or whatever, and you turn in your findings and they hand you a new journal. I mean, every piece of data in every library had to come from somewhere, right? So maybe, rather than working IN the library, you're the one who goes out and gathers all that data. A field researcher. Kinda like a druidic Indiana Jones, except with fewer Nazis, and maybe not the hat. And maybe every once in a while the party gets a bit - well - sidetracked because of your eager and unyielding desire to explore. Like, maybe you're just traveling down a road toward the next town, and you hear a certain birdcall from the nearby forest and you just bolt in that direction. And the whole party is like, "What the hell? We have sh*t to do!" And they find you sitting on a branch sketching a birds into your journal and trying to mimic its call. Like a wide-eyed child in love with finding new things in nature. That'd be fun.
You could hail from a prodigious druidic community and have been sent to research some important subject by one of you tutors as part of your training.
Its been a bit of an upheaval given the travel involved and scenery you pass through especially encountering what passes for civilisation in this area.
Meeting plenty of new people, strange new concepts and lots of potential new friends provided you can escape your escort long enough to look around and meet your eventual new team mates in the process...
Or Scourge of Worlds where a band of druids are all that standing between a dangerously suicidal cleric being driven to locate an ancient relic that could release a devastating menace at the behest of a very evil entity posing as a celestial.
And then the PCs step in to make things far worse by aiding the lunatic under the idea they're trying to get him psychiatric help unable to understand they're making things FAR worse!
Not all Eladrin are fickle and mercurial, but Rowan's mother fully embraced the way of the Four Seasonal Courts. After a dalliance on the Material Plane, she bore Rowan in a small monastery within an enchanted glade where the veil to the Feywild was thin. The friars there studied their scrolls and manuscripts in sunsets that would last for months on end. Rowan's mother left him in the care of the monks, but would return every so often to stare in wonder at the person she had made. In the spring she would teach him songs and dances, in the summer she would drill him in combat exercises, in the autumn she would teach him to hunt and gather, and in the winter she would teach him to meditate and listen to nature. His mother was never the most attentive parent and as he grew older and more capable, she would leave him for longer and longer periods, just wandering as her whims took her. One day, as he expected, she just ... never came back. But if there was one thing he had learned from watching her. In nature there is a season for everything and to everything it's season, and he accepted this change as he accepted the inevitability of change in everything.
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Canto alla vita alla sua bellezza ad ogni sua ferita ogni sua carezza!
I sing to life and to its tragic beauty To pain and to strife, but all that dances through me The rise and the fall, I've lived through it all!
It was a warm day at the magical love spring. A little windy but not to much, just enough to keep the mosquitoes at bay. A beautiful human maiden was relaxing on a grassy knoll not to far away. When she heard a frantic running through the woods. She observed a wounded, and not particularly good looking Elf male stumbling along. In the distance where the shapes of goblins and gnomes following with weapons drawn. Not particularly good weapons, but good enough.
Without hesitation she waived the wounded Elf to hid in the bushes. She stood before the Love Spring with her hands spread out in front of her. The Gnomes and Goblins stopped in surprise. She muttered an incantation and swept her hand forward from the love spring towards the battle hardened warriors and covered them head to toe. They looked at each other stupefied and immediately feel in love with each other. As it was a band of both male and female it caused the beginning of the race of Gnolblins.
She turned to the wounded elf, who also was wet, just as he rushed up to her and gave her a kiss. Some of the magical water seeped into her mouth.
The began the life of this half elf druid.
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You are a member of a prestigious library in an elf city in the woods. You researched for years under the mentorship of a great wizard, but the spells and magic did not interest you. You loved nature, and that is all you wanted to learn about. Every moment you could, you snuck out into the woods and wandered through the trees. Over time you discover druid magic and for the first time ever you acquire an interest in the arcane. Soon, however, your mentor discovers you researching druid magic and fires you, kicking you out of the city. Now in the woods, you desperately need a source of income so you decide to take of adventuring for cash.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
- Litany Against Fear, Frank Herbert
What is the half-elf researching?
Why did he take up being a druid? Was it before or after he started the research job?
Who funds his research?
Backstory! YES!!! That's the best part of the game! Okay okay. So, a lot of it will depend on what kind of druid you picture yourself being. Sure, you could go with the academic type like Mordecai suggested, and that would work fine with a Circle of the Land druid. But there's still a bit of conflict there - starting in a city, moving into the wilds, etc. Sure, conflict is good, and if that suits you go for it. Or, maybe you picture yourself as more of an outdoors kid to begin with. "Sage" doesn't have to mean some stuffy professor type with patches on the elbows of your tweed jacket. Maybe you're happiest when you're out in the wilds, seeking out new plant and animal species. Maybe you wander around barefoot and whistling, while you draw sketches of birds and flowers in your travel journal. And every once in a while you stop in at the Library or Academy or whatever, and you turn in your findings and they hand you a new journal. I mean, every piece of data in every library had to come from somewhere, right? So maybe, rather than working IN the library, you're the one who goes out and gathers all that data. A field researcher. Kinda like a druidic Indiana Jones, except with fewer Nazis, and maybe not the hat. And maybe every once in a while the party gets a bit - well - sidetracked because of your eager and unyielding desire to explore. Like, maybe you're just traveling down a road toward the next town, and you hear a certain birdcall from the nearby forest and you just bolt in that direction. And the whole party is like, "What the hell? We have sh*t to do!" And they find you sitting on a branch sketching a birds into your journal and trying to mimic its call. Like a wide-eyed child in love with finding new things in nature. That'd be fun.
Just my 2 c.p.
Anzio Faro. Protector Aasimar light cleric. Lvl 18.
Viktor Gavriil. White dragonborn grave cleric. Lvl 20.
Ikram Sahir ibn-Malik al-Sayyid Ra'ad. Brass dragonborn draconic sorcerer Lvl 9. Fire elemental devil.
Wrangler of cats.
What type of half elf?
You could hail from a prodigious druidic community and have been sent to research some important subject by one of you tutors as part of your training.
Its been a bit of an upheaval given the travel involved and scenery you pass through especially encountering what passes for civilisation in this area.
Meeting plenty of new people, strange new concepts and lots of potential new friends provided you can escape your escort long enough to look around and meet your eventual new team mates in the process...
there are a bunch of people cuttting down trees you murdered them and regrew the trees.
Or Scourge of Worlds where a band of druids are all that standing between a dangerously suicidal cleric being driven to locate an ancient relic that could release a devastating menace at the behest of a very evil entity posing as a celestial.
And then the PCs step in to make things far worse by aiding the lunatic under the idea they're trying to get him psychiatric help unable to understand they're making things FAR worse!
Not all Eladrin are fickle and mercurial, but Rowan's mother fully embraced the way of the Four Seasonal Courts. After a dalliance on the Material Plane, she bore Rowan in a small monastery within an enchanted glade where the veil to the Feywild was thin. The friars there studied their scrolls and manuscripts in sunsets that would last for months on end. Rowan's mother left him in the care of the monks, but would return every so often to stare in wonder at the person she had made. In the spring she would teach him songs and dances, in the summer she would drill him in combat exercises, in the autumn she would teach him to hunt and gather, and in the winter she would teach him to meditate and listen to nature. His mother was never the most attentive parent and as he grew older and more capable, she would leave him for longer and longer periods, just wandering as her whims took her. One day, as he expected, she just ... never came back. But if there was one thing he had learned from watching her. In nature there is a season for everything and to everything it's season, and he accepted this change as he accepted the inevitability of change in everything.
Canto alla vita
alla sua bellezza
ad ogni sua ferita
ogni sua carezza!
I sing to life and to its tragic beauty
To pain and to strife, but all that dances through me
The rise and the fall, I've lived through it all!
It was a warm day at the magical love spring. A little windy but not to much, just enough to keep the mosquitoes at bay. A beautiful human maiden was relaxing on a grassy knoll not to far away. When she heard a frantic running through the woods. She observed a wounded, and not particularly good looking Elf male stumbling along. In the distance where the shapes of goblins and gnomes following with weapons drawn. Not particularly good weapons, but good enough.
Without hesitation she waived the wounded Elf to hid in the bushes. She stood before the Love Spring with her hands spread out in front of her. The Gnomes and Goblins stopped in surprise. She muttered an incantation and swept her hand forward from the love spring towards the battle hardened warriors and covered them head to toe. They looked at each other stupefied and immediately feel in love with each other. As it was a band of both male and female it caused the beginning of the race of Gnolblins.
She turned to the wounded elf, who also was wet, just as he rushed up to her and gave her a kiss. Some of the magical water seeped into her mouth.
The began the life of this half elf druid.