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Threads of pure life energy crisscross the earth. They convene in different points around the world, creating places that exude a strange power. These points are where druids are born, the earth infusing them with the green magic of life itself. Each druid, though sharing some similar powers, holds a unique affinity. Some draw their strength from the land, manipulating their favored environments to protect their territory. Others operate from an outside force: forming bonds with animals, communing with elementals, in some cases even insects. Most druids take on a sometimes lifelong journey to find where and how their power functions at its best. Some root their power in their birthplace.
Long, long ago, before even the first tiefling was born, before humans began worshipping the spirits as gods, mankind’s only defense against the spirits was magic. Arcane magic seemed to be the most common but was still very early in its development. Truly the rarest and most powerful at the time was that of the druids.
They served as leaders and guardians to their small communities. Slowly, after humans began worshipping spirits and coming into their own talents, druids weren’t viewed as leaders or guardians anymore. They simply weren’t needed. Some, pride stinging, retreated into reclusivity. Others tried to reintegrate into the new societies emerging. Ultimately, time proved them to be outsiders. Their powers too strange, too similar to the new ‘gods.’ As the druids disappeared to live their own lives they also disappeared from society’s consciousness. Forgotten were the powerful leaders of a time now past. They became known only as eccentric individuals that shunned human company for that of nature. It was a rarity among the already rare druids that they would choose to remain in society. Only a tiny, isolated island called Meathe tried to keep a druidic culture alive, despite not having any druids among them for centuries.
The time of the druids as leaders have long passed, but their stories still continue.