Voyage Of The Druid Blue
by Doragon Kishu
The Druid Blue (Backstory)
Tch’ahm Ba’er (Land Races & Characters)
Chapter I – To Tch’ahm Ba’er
Chapter II – Welcome To Hammen
Chapter III – Mercenaries
Chapter IV – The Hunt For Sabre & Madrean
Chapter V – Road To Priminus
Chapter VI – Return To Port Hammen
Chapter VII – Bugbears
CHAPTER VII – Gifts
That night as the Ranger Torme bandaged up his wounds, refusing to let Rune Lay Hands on him, Blue went and removed a long leather wrapped set of items, and brought them to the fire where Torme sat.
Rune was walking a perimeter of the camp.
“I have a couple things for you,” Blue spoke softly to Torme.
Torme, having finished applying bandages to his arm, looked up, “Hmm?”
Blue then unwrapped the items from the brown piece of leather.
First to appear was an 18″ black wooden box, which she sat aside.
Next was a fine long blade, which had a tint of a dark green glow.
Torme’s eyes widened, “You don’t mean to give me that blade?”
Blue looked over the blade,”It was my father’s… He is a Fighter of the Kay Na Ru, my homeland,” she hands it to him.
“I can’t take that,” spoke Torme…
“Take it,” suddenly interjected Rune as he approached and sat with them at the fire… “Use it to protect her… Be our Ranger!” he spoke with enthusiasm as he slapped Torme’s shoulder.
Torme hesitantly took the blade into his hand,”It’s weight is perfect.”
“Oh yes… My father is a fine blacksmith… Not to mention he doused it in the spring of our Healing Glade,” she explained.
“I don’t know what to say… I’m just a Mercenary Blue… I am no hero,” Torme explained, his eyes locked on the blade.
“Oh you’re more than that,” interjected Rune, “now take your turn at guard, while Blue and I get some sleep.”
Torme stood, “I don’t know what to say,” he spoke.
“Hold onto it for the night… Use it on your watch… See if it becomes you,” she said.
Torme bowed a bit, and walked away holding the blade.
“Twas a grand gesture Blue,” spoke Rune proud of his companion.
“I have another gift for him,” she lifted the black wooden box.
“Save it for now… Perhaps he’ll earn it later… He’s pretty overwhelmed by the blade,” spoke Rune.
“Aright,” replied Blue, who then wrapped the wooden box back into the leather cloth, and returned it to her horses side.
THE NEXT MORNING
Blue found a small metal chest sitting on her saddle, with a key sticking out of it.
She opened it, and inside it were three potions.
“She looked them over, and was able to determine that one of them was a Potion of Giant Control, one was a Potion of Clairvoyance, and the last was an Oil of Etherealness.
“They’re yours,” spoke Torme gleefully as he approached his own horse.
“For the blade,” he continued.
“I don’t know what to say,” Blue replied
“Say that you’ll take them… And as far at the blade goes, I shall hold onto it for you, but it is yours should you ever decide to leave the Druid life and become a Fighter like your father… Or if you have a son or daughter you’d like to pass it onto… Or if you just want to hang it on your wall…” with this Torme drew it, swung it about, “but for now… I shall use it to protect you, as Rune and indicated… He is right… I am your Ranger,” he finished, sheathed the blade, and went to bury the campfire.
Blue was left speechless.