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Immortal Stories
Druid's Purpose
The clatter of swords deafens the ears. Bellows of rage alternate with cries of pain. A young Fighter, valiant and brave, but not as strong as some of his clanmates, pauses to catch his breath. From his pouch he pulls a potion of bear strength, then throws himself into battle, strong as a bear. A quick and wily Fighter looks across the battlefield and sees that he will be facing a crafty opponent. Lightning fast, he quaffs a true-sight potion, which ensures that he won't be blinded when his opponent goes for his eyes. And after a battle hard-fought, having slaughtered his foe but suffered many injuries during the ferocious contest ,a burly warrior takes only a minute to clean his sword and quaff an essence of the druid brew, his wounds ticklish as they swiftly close.As the wife of a powerful deity, I lead a different life, now. I have a home, and many of my needs are taken care of. I have always detested wearing armor, and while I can't prance about clad in nothing but leaves, like in my youth, still my husband's name gives me more protection than any breastplate or gauntlets ever could. And now that my guild masters are satisfied that I can fight well enough to adequately protect myself in most situations, I have the luxury of choosing not to fight. Instead, I continue with the duties I have always performed, healing the battered and injured, and brewing up mysterious potions for many different uses.
These days, even though I avoid the battlefield, a small piece of me travels to many of Darkstone's battles. I brew up these potions, putting my mystical energies into tiny flasks. Some nights, lying with my beloved in our peaceful room with its unparalleled view of the void, I can hear the sounds of battle, where my magical vials give varied aid. I hear the cries of relief as my healing potions ease wounds. I know that a piece of me will always be in the action.
I brew, therefore I am.
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