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‎Druids in Arthos

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Feldspar: /* A Spontaneous Gift */

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‎A Spontaneous Gift

Feldspar: /* Druidic Groves */

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‎Druidic Groves

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Feldspar: /* Druidic Groves */

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 ==Druids in Arthos==
-''<blockquote><big>"Some time ago a girl from the nearby hamlet — couldn't be more than 14 — came banging on my door begging I provide a remedy for her ill grandmother. I couldn't refuse the girl, sobbing and grief stricken as she was, so I invited her inside and made a simple clericsroot tincture. It was almost finished when she inquired out of the blue as to why everyone in her village feared me. I could only shrug. Years later I believe I have found a satisfactory answer. People of domestic upbringing tend to think of growth as a linear progression, small to big. To me it's the discovery of oneself and the allowance of change. They see my lone cottage and assume it to be some ancient evil, obstinate in its refusal to expand outward. Meanwhile they ignore the beauty of its surroundings; the ever-shifting magnificence of nature's embrace. The so-called adults of that village were no more wise than the girl, perhaps even less so."<br>
+''<blockquote><big>"Some time ago a girl from the nearby hamlet — couldn't be more than 14 — came banging on my door begging I provide a remedy for her ill grandmother. I couldn't refuse the girl, sobbing and grief stricken as she was, so I invited her inside and made a simple clericsroot tincture. It was almost ready when, out of the blue, she inquired as to why everyone in her village feared me. I could only shrug. Years later I believe I have found a satisfactory answer. People of domestic upbringing tend to think of growth as a linear progression, small to big. To me it's the discovery of oneself and the allowance of change. They see my lone cottage and assume it to be some ancient evil, obstinate in its refusal to expand outward. Meanwhile they ignore the beauty of its surroundings; the ever-shifting magnificence of nature's embrace. The so-called adults of that village were no more wise than the girl, perhaps even less so."<br>
 : ''—Girna Jasperheart, circle of the land</big></blockquote>

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 ==Druids in Arthos==
-''<blockquote><big>"A few years ago a girl from the nearby hamlet — couldn't be more than 14 — came banging on my door begging I provide a remedy for her ill grandmother. I couldn't refuse the girl, sobbing and grief stricken as she was, so I invited her inside and made a simple clericsroot tincture. It was almost finished when she inquired out of the blue as to why everyone in her village feared me. I could only shrug. Years later I believe I have found a satisfactory answer. People of domestic upbringing tend to think of growth as a linear progression, small to big. To me it's the discovery of oneself and the allowance of change. They see my lone cottage and assume it to be some ancient evil, obstinate in its refusal to expand outward. Meanwhile they ignore the beauty of its surroundings; the ever-shifting magnificence of nature's embrace. The so-called adults of that village were no more wise than the girl, perhaps even less so."<br>
+''<blockquote><big>"Some time ago a girl from the nearby hamlet — couldn't be more than 14 — came banging on my door begging I provide a remedy for her ill grandmother. I couldn't refuse the girl, sobbing and grief stricken as she was, so I invited her inside and made a simple clericsroot tincture. It was almost finished when she inquired out of the blue as to why everyone in her village feared me. I could only shrug. Years later I believe I have found a satisfactory answer. People of domestic upbringing tend to think of growth as a linear progression, small to big. To me it's the discovery of oneself and the allowance of change. They see my lone cottage and assume it to be some ancient evil, obstinate in its refusal to expand outward. Meanwhile they ignore the beauty of its surroundings; the ever-shifting magnificence of nature's embrace. The so-called adults of that village were no more wise than the girl, perhaps even less so."<br>
 : ''—Girna Jasperheart, circle of the land</big></blockquote>

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 ==Druids in Arthos==
-''<blockquote><big>"A few years ago a girl from the nearby hamlet — couldn't be more than 14 — came banging on my door begging I provide a remedy for her ill grandmother. I couldn't refuse the girl, sobbing and grief stricken as she was, so I invited her inside and made a simple clericsroot tincture. It was almost finished when she inquired out of the blue as to why everyone in her village feared me. I could only shrug. After some introspection, I believe I have discovered a satisfactory answer. People of domestic upbringing tend to think of growth as a linear progression, small to big. To me it's the discovery of oneself and the allowance of change. They see my lone cottage and assume it to be some ancient evil, obstinate in its refusal to expand outward. Meanwhile they ignore the beauty of its surroundings; the ever-shifting magnificence of nature's embrace. The so-called adults of that village were no more wise than the girl, perhaps even less so."<br>
+''<blockquote><big>"A few years ago a girl from the nearby hamlet — couldn't be more than 14 — came banging on my door begging I provide a remedy for her ill grandmother. I couldn't refuse the girl, sobbing and grief stricken as she was, so I invited her inside and made a simple clericsroot tincture. It was almost finished when she inquired out of the blue as to why everyone in her village feared me. I could only shrug. Years later I believe I have found a satisfactory answer. People of domestic upbringing tend to think of growth as a linear progression, small to big. To me it's the discovery of oneself and the allowance of change. They see my lone cottage and assume it to be some ancient evil, obstinate in its refusal to expand outward. Meanwhile they ignore the beauty of its surroundings; the ever-shifting magnificence of nature's embrace. The so-called adults of that village were no more wise than the girl, perhaps even less so."<br>
 : ''—Girna Jasperheart, circle of the land</big></blockquote>

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 ==Druids in Arthos==
-''<blockquote><big>"A few years ago a girl from the nearby hamlet — couldn't be more than 14 — came banging on my door begging I provide a remedy for her ill grandmother. I couldn't refuse the girl, sobbing and grief stricken as she was, so I invited her inside and made a simple clericsroot tincture. It was almost finished when she inquired out of the blue as to why everyone in her village feared me. I could only shrug. However after some introspection, I believe I have discovered a satisfactory answer. People of domestic upbringing tend to think of growth as a linear progression, small to big. To me it's the discovery of oneself and the allowance of change. They see my lone cottage and assume it to be some ancient evil, obstinate in its refusal to expand outward. Meanwhile they ignore the beauty of its surroundings; the ever-shifting magnificence of nature's embrace. The so-called adults of that village were no more wise than the girl, perhaps even less so."<br>
+''<blockquote><big>"A few years ago a girl from the nearby hamlet — couldn't be more than 14 — came banging on my door begging I provide a remedy for her ill grandmother. I couldn't refuse the girl, sobbing and grief stricken as she was, so I invited her inside and made a simple clericsroot tincture. It was almost finished when she inquired out of the blue as to why everyone in her village feared me. I could only shrug. After some introspection, I believe I have discovered a satisfactory answer. People of domestic upbringing tend to think of growth as a linear progression, small to big. To me it's the discovery of oneself and the allowance of change. They see my lone cottage and assume it to be some ancient evil, obstinate in its refusal to expand outward. Meanwhile they ignore the beauty of its surroundings; the ever-shifting magnificence of nature's embrace. The so-called adults of that village were no more wise than the girl, perhaps even less so."<br>
 : ''—Girna Jasperheart, circle of the land</big></blockquote>

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 ===A Spontaneous Gift===
-Nobody ever chooses to become a druid. They are simply born with it. Unlike [[sorcerer]]s, druids cannot pass their powers on to their children. Druidism reproduces itself through the ever-present magics of [[The Source]] powering Arthos' vital heartbeat. About 1 in 6000 living creatures born in Arthos receive the gift of druidism. Even wild animals may receive the gift, although their use of it is limited to the point of irrelevance as they lack cognizance of magic. Since druidism is irreversibly tied to one's soul, only undeath can strip a body of its druidic capabilities.
+Nobody ever chooses to become a druid. They are simply born with it. Unlike [[sorcerer]]s, druids cannot pass their powers on to their children. Druidism reproduces itself through the ever-present magics of [[The Source]] powering Arthos' vital [https://arthoslibrary.com/wiki/The_Source#The_Heartbeat heartbeat]. About 1 in 6000 living creatures born in Arthos receive the gift of druidism. Even wild animals may receive the gift, although their use of it is limited to the point of irrelevance as they lack cognizance of magic. Since druidism is irreversibly tied to one's soul, only undeath can strip a body of its druidic capabilities.
 ===Practice===

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 ===Druidic Groves===
-Against all odds, druids occasionally manage to find each other. The experience is often jubilant and fruitful. Groves are stretches of wild land tended by an alliance of druids usually but not always of the same circle. They act as a place of power and that of worship, especially for the [[Children of Rodzik]], and as sanctuaries for the wayward druids who manage to find them. Groves are only founded in places of absolute stillness, where the heartbeat of Arthos can be accessed by those who listen. While druids are responsible for cultivating groves, they generally don't stick around for long stretches of time, instead leaving the land in the hands of [[ranger]]s, [[cleric]]s, and [[paladin]]s devoted to gods of nature. Entry into druid groves is otherwise highly restricted for a number of historical reasons.
+Against all odds, druids occasionally manage to find each other. The experience is often jubilant and fruitful. Groves are stretches of wild land tended by an alliance of druids usually but not always of the same circle. They act as a place of power and that of worship, especially for the [[Children of Rodzik]], and as sanctuaries for the wayward druids who manage to find them. Groves are only founded in places of absolute stillness, where the [https://arthoslibrary.com/wiki/The_Source#The_Heartbeat heartbeat] of Arthos can be accessed by those who listen. While druids are responsible for cultivating groves, they generally don't stick around for long stretches of time, instead leaving the land in the hands of [[ranger]]s, [[cleric]]s, and [[paladin]]s devoted to gods of nature. Entry into druid groves is otherwise highly restricted for a number of historical reasons.
 ===Adventurers===