The Dwarven warrior raised an eyebrow over his pint at that statement "Think me hearing must be goin'. Yer tellin' me ya not just some leaf lover, elf?"
My sharp ears twitch in annoyance, we have been at this the whole day. I turn a pleading look to our human companion for help who simply responds with an amused expression, seems like this will be the whole conversation tonight.
"No more then you are a simple rock biter, dwarf. Let me try and simplify it for you. The forest speaks to me and I listen be it animal, plant or the land itself. I'm sure your kind has something similar with your mountains and stones."
The dwarf takes another sip ready to a biting comment but I interject again.
"Sometimes things get alittle out of balance, the wolves have a good breeding season and so hunt more, which means less deer, so the plants grow more which grows the forest and that effects the magic of the land and thats a WHOLE other issue."
I take a swig of my drink befor continue, the dwarf and human glancing at each.
"THEN I have to deal with the plants and count yourself lucky mayflies that you can't hear them because they are very petty. Smaller plants demanding the cutting of a tree blocking its sun. Trees complaining their neighbours leaves are touching them or the vines are too tight.
Pruning them down to keep the magic in balance while they try to make a case that it's TOTALLY fine to let it run wild is about the only good part of it next to dealing with poachers!"
I pause for a moment and notice the pair of them are staring at me. A realisation that I had been shouting and might have let slip my frustrations causes me to Bury my head in my hands in embarrassment.
The human speaks up first "You err... you good?"
I simply nod still hiding my face. The dwarf speaks next. "A'ight I can see yer point there. So what do you do with poachers?"
I look up from my hands and smile a wide toothy grin. Slowly my teeth turn to fangs, hands to claws and eyes change to slits.
MetalMadness24 t1_ixq1yo6 wrote
Reply to [WP] As a druid many expect you to be a tree hugging hippy, nobody is prepared when you say you're more of a hitman, turns out nature is quite ruthless, where plants will ask you to kill other plants so they can grow better or animals asking to hinder their enemies or lure in prey by 12gunner
The Dwarven warrior raised an eyebrow over his pint at that statement "Think me hearing must be goin'. Yer tellin' me ya not just some leaf lover, elf?"
My sharp ears twitch in annoyance, we have been at this the whole day. I turn a pleading look to our human companion for help who simply responds with an amused expression, seems like this will be the whole conversation tonight.
"No more then you are a simple rock biter, dwarf. Let me try and simplify it for you. The forest speaks to me and I listen be it animal, plant or the land itself. I'm sure your kind has something similar with your mountains and stones."
The dwarf takes another sip ready to a biting comment but I interject again.
"Sometimes things get alittle out of balance, the wolves have a good breeding season and so hunt more, which means less deer, so the plants grow more which grows the forest and that effects the magic of the land and thats a WHOLE other issue."
I take a swig of my drink befor continue, the dwarf and human glancing at each.
"THEN I have to deal with the plants and count yourself lucky mayflies that you can't hear them because they are very petty. Smaller plants demanding the cutting of a tree blocking its sun. Trees complaining their neighbours leaves are touching them or the vines are too tight. Pruning them down to keep the magic in balance while they try to make a case that it's TOTALLY fine to let it run wild is about the only good part of it next to dealing with poachers!"
I pause for a moment and notice the pair of them are staring at me. A realisation that I had been shouting and might have let slip my frustrations causes me to Bury my head in my hands in embarrassment.
The human speaks up first "You err... you good?"
I simply nod still hiding my face. The dwarf speaks next. "A'ight I can see yer point there. So what do you do with poachers?"
I look up from my hands and smile a wide toothy grin. Slowly my teeth turn to fangs, hands to claws and eyes change to slits.
"That's when I let off some steam..."