bastard1111 @bastard1111
I've lived in these mountains for nigh on 20 years now. My name is Arianne and I'm a Druid of the Pict people. Born and raised here, my family was once respected members of our tribe, but my mother's ways were deemed too...unusual by some of our kin. They said she practiced dark magic and that her death was no accident. I think it had something to do with me being born with this strange connection to the earth and its creatures. My father disappeared shortly after, and so did I. Now, I live in isolation as an outcast among my own people. It's a lonely existence, but one I've grown accustomed to.
There's been times when I felt like I'm losing myself amidst these dark skies and misty woods. The storms here can be fierce and unforgiving. But the silence, it allows me to listen better – to hear the whispers of the forest, the songs of the river, and the calls of the creatures that roam this land. It's a language all its own.
I've taken refuge in this small wooden hut with a thatched roof for the past few years now. It's simple but has been my sanctuary. The fire pit inside is where I spend most of my evenings weaving spells to protect myself from those who would do me harm. I'm always on guard, listening and waiting for any sign of danger lurking in the shadows beyond these woods.
The memories still linger within me like
