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Gnome, Gnome on the Range
*Pom Wador*
Here I am in Sundren. I have learned so much as I've been here and its been fun and difficult at the same time. I never would have thought about all the different things I was going to experience here when I first stepped off that boat in port Avanthyr. All the different people I've met, friendships Ive made and battles I've fought have truly been quite an amazing experience. Some of it has been heart wrenching and difficult, especially all the recent events of Genums Cube and Xithis. How could I possibly understand the wide depth and scope of these events. Sundren may seem like its on the edge of the world, like its the very tip of the sword, sword coast that is. Yet after everything I've seen happen here the rest of Faerun pales in comparison. Truly the lands of Sundren are something special. I'm not just talking about the really good parts either like Viridale and Mossclaw. Even the cities, which I mean I don't really like cities much at all, but Sestra, Aquor, Sundren, all of the cities and the people in them are unique, interesting and have something to offer for good or ill.
The people I've seen too, adventurers and common folk of all kinds, each one has a different view, attitude or skill to contribute in one way or another. I've talked with great warriors, priests, paladins, scouts, spellcasters of all sorts, mages wizards and all. There have been masters of many forms and seekers of enlightenment. I've met daring swordsmen, gruff brave dwarves, graceful and lithe elves, versitile and adaptable humans, friendly halflings and even a few other gnomes and half orcs. I've crossed spells with frightful undead and terrible savage speicies. I've battled angry rebels, fierce lizardmen, green goblins, ornery ogres and orcs. There have been black dark shadows of purest midnight and that freeze the very fiber of one's being. We have battled them and emerged victorious!
Here in sundren there have been amazing wilds, pouring rain that falls like dewdrops from the heavens. The rain feeds and gives life to all plants and creatures. There are beutiful wildflowers, tall massive trees and many wild animals. Oh to be Sundren as it is to be alive! I have been those animals and plants and I have run with wolves and grown with the trees. I have stood amid the thousands of sprinkling orbs of life as the fall to the earth. The air I breathe fills me up completely and I can feel that I am truly alive. The fire we seek for warmth roars and crackles consuming and giving at the same time, much as we do too. The soil and earth give life to the plants who give life to us, this earth enriches our selves with richness and wonder. I have connected even deeper spiritually with the Treefather than I ever thought possible. He has granted me life and magic, the lifeblood of the world.
How can it be possible for me to waver because of mistakes and faults? How can I possibly even consider leaving such a grand place? Why do I sorrow for failure and setback? This land is too great for me to turn my back on it for any reason! Dark forces rise up and band together, they band together because of fear, they fear this great land and all it has to share. So I say bring your worst! I have found this land and I will not let it fall or succumb under any circumstance as long as life is within me. And should I die doing what needs to be done, then I will continue somehow and show my true calling as a druid of the land. There is too much greatness here to be lost. The land needs guardians, and I am one of them. I am not the lord over the land nor it over me, but we are one!
SO I SWEAR THIS AS SILVANUS IS MY WITNESS!
Here I am in Sundren. I have learned so much as I've been here and its been fun and difficult at the same time. I never would have thought about all the different things I was going to experience here when I first stepped off that boat in port Avanthyr. All the different people I've met, friendships Ive made and battles I've fought have truly been quite an amazing experience. Some of it has been heart wrenching and difficult, especially all the recent events of Genums Cube and Xithis. How could I possibly understand the wide depth and scope of these events. Sundren may seem like its on the edge of the world, like its the very tip of the sword, sword coast that is. Yet after everything I've seen happen here the rest of Faerun pales in comparison. Truly the lands of Sundren are something special. I'm not just talking about the really good parts either like Viridale and Mossclaw. Even the cities, which I mean I don't really like cities much at all, but Sestra, Aquor, Sundren, all of the cities and the people in them are unique, interesting and have something to offer for good or ill.
The people I've seen too, adventurers and common folk of all kinds, each one has a different view, attitude or skill to contribute in one way or another. I've talked with great warriors, priests, paladins, scouts, spellcasters of all sorts, mages wizards and all. There have been masters of many forms and seekers of enlightenment. I've met daring swordsmen, gruff brave dwarves, graceful and lithe elves, versitile and adaptable humans, friendly halflings and even a few other gnomes and half orcs. I've crossed spells with frightful undead and terrible savage speicies. I've battled angry rebels, fierce lizardmen, green goblins, ornery ogres and orcs. There have been black dark shadows of purest midnight and that freeze the very fiber of one's being. We have battled them and emerged victorious!
Here in sundren there have been amazing wilds, pouring rain that falls like dewdrops from the heavens. The rain feeds and gives life to all plants and creatures. There are beutiful wildflowers, tall massive trees and many wild animals. Oh to be Sundren as it is to be alive! I have been those animals and plants and I have run with wolves and grown with the trees. I have stood amid the thousands of sprinkling orbs of life as the fall to the earth. The air I breathe fills me up completely and I can feel that I am truly alive. The fire we seek for warmth roars and crackles consuming and giving at the same time, much as we do too. The soil and earth give life to the plants who give life to us, this earth enriches our selves with richness and wonder. I have connected even deeper spiritually with the Treefather than I ever thought possible. He has granted me life and magic, the lifeblood of the world.
How can it be possible for me to waver because of mistakes and faults? How can I possibly even consider leaving such a grand place? Why do I sorrow for failure and setback? This land is too great for me to turn my back on it for any reason! Dark forces rise up and band together, they band together because of fear, they fear this great land and all it has to share. So I say bring your worst! I have found this land and I will not let it fall or succumb under any circumstance as long as life is within me. And should I die doing what needs to be done, then I will continue somehow and show my true calling as a druid of the land. There is too much greatness here to be lost. The land needs guardians, and I am one of them. I am not the lord over the land nor it over me, but we are one!
SO I SWEAR THIS AS SILVANUS IS MY WITNESS!