In defense of a glade.
Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2020 8:29 am
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The druid-shaman steps into the peaceful glade near Sershal. His perpetual bare feet, calloused and hard suddenly feel the jab of a sharp pain. The man's stoic nature shows barely twitches a flinch, however... leaning on the butt of his spear, he lifts his foot to see the offending object... a rusty nail
Plucking the revolting thing from his foot and speaking a few words of spirit-healing, his nostrils flair... what is that... smell... collecting the rusty nail in a small oil-pouch... the scent is now pervasive throught the otherwise harmonious glade. The offending odor.. human waste... Several piles of it scattered around the glade... Humans as animals of course this is quite a natural thing.. Humans have waste too.. but the capacity for reason and the understanding of basic hygiene prevalent to sentient races leads to only one conclusion... Intentionally befouling of the glade.
The shaman's ire now erupts into a rage as he speeds about the glade, scooping up the many occurrences.. and discovering soiled rags.. clearly what the perpetrator used .. as well as more wasted scattered around the campsite this Shaman is known to frequent... the closest thing he has to what someone might call "home."
Armed with anger of such a personalized assault on this place... there is only one concluding thought. Must find help... Must keep people out... His thoughts begin to wander of who, among his friends could help... Hmm.. "Bigtooth" ... no Bigtooth would just go eat the nearby cattle... Bearbeak? mm.. no.. Bearbeak would just go eat the nearby farmers... hmm... Snarler... yes.. Snarler would be perfect.
And.. Snarler is a black bear... an omnivore... and would very much enjoy his time in the Glade.. and would not pester the nearby farms.. and... would send a clear signal to any who misuse the glade... "This Place Is Protected."
In a determined march, the shaman makes his way for the nearby Wilds... to go ask the help from his friend, Snarler.
The druid-shaman steps into the peaceful glade near Sershal. His perpetual bare feet, calloused and hard suddenly feel the jab of a sharp pain. The man's stoic nature shows barely twitches a flinch, however... leaning on the butt of his spear, he lifts his foot to see the offending object... a rusty nail
Plucking the revolting thing from his foot and speaking a few words of spirit-healing, his nostrils flair... what is that... smell... collecting the rusty nail in a small oil-pouch... the scent is now pervasive throught the otherwise harmonious glade. The offending odor.. human waste... Several piles of it scattered around the glade... Humans as animals of course this is quite a natural thing.. Humans have waste too.. but the capacity for reason and the understanding of basic hygiene prevalent to sentient races leads to only one conclusion... Intentionally befouling of the glade.
The shaman's ire now erupts into a rage as he speeds about the glade, scooping up the many occurrences.. and discovering soiled rags.. clearly what the perpetrator used .. as well as more wasted scattered around the campsite this Shaman is known to frequent... the closest thing he has to what someone might call "home."
Armed with anger of such a personalized assault on this place... there is only one concluding thought. Must find help... Must keep people out... His thoughts begin to wander of who, among his friends could help... Hmm.. "Bigtooth" ... no Bigtooth would just go eat the nearby cattle... Bearbeak? mm.. no.. Bearbeak would just go eat the nearby farmers... hmm... Snarler... yes.. Snarler would be perfect.
And.. Snarler is a black bear... an omnivore... and would very much enjoy his time in the Glade.. and would not pester the nearby farms.. and... would send a clear signal to any who misuse the glade... "This Place Is Protected."
In a determined march, the shaman makes his way for the nearby Wilds... to go ask the help from his friend, Snarler.