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<blockquote data-quote="Edena_of_Neith" data-source="post: 2653460" data-attributes="member: 2020">One of my first characters was a druid.&nbsp; She was Cyndelle, a half-elven female druid.&nbsp; Cyndelle drew her power directly from Nature, and Nature was her Lord, Master, Ally, and Friend.&nbsp; When you messed with Nature, you messed with Cyndelle.&nbsp; This meant you were dead.&nbsp; No compromise, no argument, and no philosophizing about the matter.&nbsp; Cyndelle could use poison, as a druid, and did.&nbsp; And you'd be amazed at what you could do with that simple sling, and that scimitar.&nbsp; Come with an army?&nbsp; Entangle.&nbsp; Trees reach down and grab the army.&nbsp; Target practice time.&nbsp; Come with high powered magic?&nbsp; Creeping Doom, at your feet, no save.&nbsp; Say goodbye!&nbsp; Cyndelle believed in forests, natural beauty, animals, sunlight, moonlight, and starlight.&nbsp; She considered what people call Balance nowadays only rarely.&nbsp; Cyndelle never had any use for cities, towns, ships, industry, or crowds of people.&nbsp; Being able to turn into three forms of her choice was useful.&nbsp; Foes could not outrun her.&nbsp; Enemies could not fly away and escape.&nbsp; Antagonists could not burrow under the ground and hide.&nbsp; Swamps, water, and mountains were no obstacle to Cyndelle.&nbsp; She could travel where she pleased, when she pleased.&nbsp; When one could turn into critters with poison attacks, all the better. &nbsp; All fine and well, until Cyndelle blundered into Ravenloft ...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Edena_of_Neith, post: 2653460, member: 2020"] One of my first characters was a druid. She was Cyndelle, a half-elven female druid. Cyndelle drew her power directly from Nature, and Nature was her Lord, Master, Ally, and Friend. When you messed with Nature, you messed with Cyndelle. This meant you were dead. No compromise, no argument, and no philosophizing about the matter. Cyndelle could use poison, as a druid, and did. And you'd be amazed at what you could do with that simple sling, and that scimitar. Come with an army? Entangle. Trees reach down and grab the army. Target practice time. Come with high powered magic? Creeping Doom, at your feet, no save. Say goodbye! Cyndelle believed in forests, natural beauty, animals, sunlight, moonlight, and starlight. She considered what people call Balance nowadays only rarely. Cyndelle never had any use for cities, towns, ships, industry, or crowds of people. Being able to turn into three forms of her choice was useful. Foes could not outrun her. Enemies could not fly away and escape. Antagonists could not burrow under the ground and hide. Swamps, water, and mountains were no obstacle to Cyndelle. She could travel where she pleased, when she pleased. When one could turn into critters with poison attacks, all the better. All fine and well, until Cyndelle blundered into Ravenloft ... [/QUOTE]

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