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<blockquote data-quote="Dichotomy" data-source="post: 2454544" data-attributes="member: 12941"><p>Thanks! I always like to leave some hole in the background to give the DM something to mess with if desired.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Of course, Delynn had heard about the Mythar before she ever left Laerendhor. However, she always thought that they were simply another part of the natural world. Just as nature has beautiful flowers and sunshine it also has thorns and terrible storms. It was while Delynn was in Cihairdun that she came to understand just how terrible the Mythar truly are.</p><p></p><p>Delynn had spent about a month in a small village far from White Cliff. She had been helping the villagers plant fruitful gardens, helped them hunt game, and occasionally used her druidic magic to heal a wound. Life seemed good for these particular humans. They were able to thrive and mostly enjoy a simple life. Delynn thought that she had accomplished a great deal. And the particular Mythar in charge of the village apparently had little concern for the goings on. But apparently there were others that had more...</p><p></p><p>The attack occurred while Delynn was gone a couple of days with a hunting party. When Delynn returned to the village, she found that someone higher in the Mythar ranks didn't like what she had been doing. The trouble was obvious; nearly half the village buildings had been burnt to the ground, and most of the gardens Delynn meticulously tended were destroyed.</p><p></p><p>"Mistress Delynn," a young mother ran up to the party as they approached. "Mistress, it was awful! The Mythar thought you were rousing us to revolt. They came to get you. But we wouldn't tell, Mistress! Never would we tell!"</p><p></p><p>"We sure didn't tell," the woman's husband interjected as he ran up. "And this is the price we paid for it. For you!" he venomously spat as he gestured at the burnt buildings. The wife looked about to defend Delynn, but the words died on her lips, and her eyes moved to a group of men at the edge of the village.</p><p></p><p>It was then that Delynn noticed the group of villagers filling a large hole with dirt on the edge of the village. She knew what it was. A terrible rage began to take Delynn. She would destroy them. They couldn't do this to these peaceful people. The Mythar would pay!</p><p></p><p>"No," Delynn mumbled to herself. She knew that would only make things worse for these people. Nothing she could do here would help them. She had to leave. Her rage vanished, and terrible sorrow flew into the emotional void left behind.</p><p></p><p>"Take these," Delynn told the husband as tears welled up in her eyes. She handed the man a bag of seeds. "They won't harm you when I am gone." The husband and wife saw the sorrow plain on Delynn's face. Without another word, Delynn's form changed into that of a large cat, and she ran fast as the wind from the village.</p><p></p><p>As she ran, her sorrow subsided. Now she was resolute. She understood. The Mythar are not like a terrible storm that is a part of nature. A storm comes, ravages, and then vanishes. But the Mythar would never vanish. They are abominations. They pervert the way that humanoids are to live in the world. She knew that they must be stopped. She also knew that one druid would not have the ability to do it. Delynn knew that she had to find another way...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dichotomy, post: 2454544, member: 12941"] Thanks! I always like to leave some hole in the background to give the DM something to mess with if desired. Of course, Delynn had heard about the Mythar before she ever left Laerendhor. However, she always thought that they were simply another part of the natural world. Just as nature has beautiful flowers and sunshine it also has thorns and terrible storms. It was while Delynn was in Cihairdun that she came to understand just how terrible the Mythar truly are. Delynn had spent about a month in a small village far from White Cliff. She had been helping the villagers plant fruitful gardens, helped them hunt game, and occasionally used her druidic magic to heal a wound. Life seemed good for these particular humans. They were able to thrive and mostly enjoy a simple life. Delynn thought that she had accomplished a great deal. And the particular Mythar in charge of the village apparently had little concern for the goings on. But apparently there were others that had more... The attack occurred while Delynn was gone a couple of days with a hunting party. When Delynn returned to the village, she found that someone higher in the Mythar ranks didn't like what she had been doing. The trouble was obvious; nearly half the village buildings had been burnt to the ground, and most of the gardens Delynn meticulously tended were destroyed. "Mistress Delynn," a young mother ran up to the party as they approached. "Mistress, it was awful! The Mythar thought you were rousing us to revolt. They came to get you. But we wouldn't tell, Mistress! Never would we tell!" "We sure didn't tell," the woman's husband interjected as he ran up. "And this is the price we paid for it. For you!" he venomously spat as he gestured at the burnt buildings. The wife looked about to defend Delynn, but the words died on her lips, and her eyes moved to a group of men at the edge of the village. It was then that Delynn noticed the group of villagers filling a large hole with dirt on the edge of the village. She knew what it was. A terrible rage began to take Delynn. She would destroy them. They couldn't do this to these peaceful people. The Mythar would pay! "No," Delynn mumbled to herself. She knew that would only make things worse for these people. Nothing she could do here would help them. She had to leave. Her rage vanished, and terrible sorrow flew into the emotional void left behind. "Take these," Delynn told the husband as tears welled up in her eyes. She handed the man a bag of seeds. "They won't harm you when I am gone." The husband and wife saw the sorrow plain on Delynn's face. Without another word, Delynn's form changed into that of a large cat, and she ran fast as the wind from the village. As she ran, her sorrow subsided. Now she was resolute. She understood. The Mythar are not like a terrible storm that is a part of nature. A storm comes, ravages, and then vanishes. But the Mythar would never vanish. They are abominations. They pervert the way that humanoids are to live in the world. She knew that they must be stopped. She also knew that one druid would not have the ability to do it. Delynn knew that she had to find another way... [/QUOTE]
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