!!/V6/PD9bjys 05/12/12(Sat)23:44 No.19085598|
You sit back down, grumbling. "Do that, lass," you say to the halfling, who nods and wanders off, whistling. "And someone get me some darkness-damned ale! I know ye had a keg in yer bag of holdin', Johann, break that out and pass me a mug! I am gettin' PISS DRUNK and ye!" you yell, pointing at Lalinn, "Are goin' ta explain to me just what the balls I am and can bloody do!"
Johann just snorts, pulling out a small keg and a few mugs, pouring one for you and one for himself. As you sip--not dwarven ale, but human, good if a bit watery--Lalinn sits next to you on the wooden altar and explains. "Dryads are a type of fey creature, tied to nature more strongly than elves are--much as Golemrocks are fey creatures more strongly tied to earth and stone than Dwarves are," she says. "Most, but not all, Dryads are tied to a specific tree, or forest... Glisela's looking for where your connection leads... and manifest powers based on that." She reaches out to run a hand along your arm. "Judging from the grain of your flesh, I'd say you're an Oak. You'll be strong, and hardy, and tough to kill or harm, though you'll have few direct powers save for the usual Dryad bits of natural druidic abilities, merging with trees, that sort of thing. I know a ritual we can perform," she continues, "That can let you travel far from your tree, with a blessing from Ehlonna, an item made of your wood, and some druidic magic. If you don't mind a direct blessing from the Lady of the Leaves, of course, but... it'd let you keep going, at least. We've come this far, after all, we can't stop now!" She says, vehemently.
What do you do?