The fey's apprentice

Old Man? Where? CH: 2

Water is volatile and can be calm most of the time but its wrath is deadly when it decides to strike out. Just like the water the spirits that reside in these liquid bodies can be just as frightening and just as deadly; although these spirits can bring life and tranquility to others, just like how water gives life and tranquility to those who need it. I am not just a protector but a healer and one who will help those in their time of need. I welcome the needy and the broken and help them the best I can, but I am not afraid to spill blood. like the water and the spirits I protect I am peaceful until provoked. I am a warrior, a healer, and finally a druid and I protect the water from those who wish to cause it and its inhabitants harm. I protect nature and I am one with the natural world. This is our harmony, this is tranquility, this is our way, we are druids.

Vetra warrior of the water

Rowen was laying in bed still but he was glad to be home with his master Luckus was out back doing some chores. Although Rowen didn't see him as his "master" he saw him as a fatherly figure or an older brother figure, he was a very kind man. Although he loved to roughhouse and wrestle he even gave rowen nuges sometimes, but he could be very gentle when he needed to be, but he also knew how to show some tough love. like now because when he got home luke had almost esentulay banished him to his room and had forbidden Rowen from doing any chores so he could recuperate. although he was able to leave his room and also go outside but in the words of lukuse "yer not do any work here I want you to focus on restin up, yer body is still weak and needs to heal so I want you doin what the doc said.'' he was a bit annoyed he couldn't even be in the shop, but didn't mind the lack of chores. Luckus had received most of these traits came from his parentage, he was also part fey but his fey parents had come from the earth and was a mountain spirit that normally helped in mines, they usually helped by secretly blessing the materials that the workers mined up.

There was the sound of a bell from outside of his room, a familiar sound of the shop door opening, someone wanted to buy something. Luckus probably didn't hear the sound because he was doing chores outside, So it was up to Rowen. Rowen got up and went out to the front of their house to the shop portion. A man in an emerald green cloak stood before him, clutching an old wooden staff with his narld old hand. the hood of the cloke hiding his eyes but his beard was as grey as stone, he looked frail and wore old green robes that had outlines of vines and branches snaking up them. Rowen moved past the strange sight of what he was wearing and replied to the old man "welcome to feytowns armor and smith, may I help you?" " I've come to deliver" the old man said in a soft voice reminiscent of a soft summer's breeze. Rowan looked at him confused "deliver what?" "Deliver this" he said walking up to Rowan handing over the staff. Rowan looked at the old ornate branch like staff. The staff didn't look made, it looked grown as if like a tree from the earth. The gem that mounted the top of the staff was green and seemed to have branches protruding into the crystle and holding the gem into itself. Looking closer there seemed to be what looked like trapped mica that glittered rainbow in the sunlight coming in thru the shop windows, the green prism of quartz seemed to emineat a strange power there were strange symbols of a forgotten language on the wooden shaft and the symbols had little flecks of the same green gem inlaid into them. The ancient item felt strangely comforting. He seemed to focus on the staff for a few minutes, or seconds, or possibly even hours he couldn't tell how long he was looking over the ornate but simple wooden staff before "Rowen! What are you doin' outta bed!?" "luckus sorry I was just helping... uh where did he go" " there's no one there rowen now go to bed, ye need to rest." the staff was also gone from his hands 'how did it disappear from his hand looking away for a split second?' Rowen thought to himself he shook his head trying to see if his mind was playing tricks on him, no the staff was gone. He should probably go to bed as luckus told him. Rowen went to his room lying down in his bed. He couldn't get it out of his head that old man he was so strange wearing heavy robes and a clock in the summer wasn't he hot? He was too tired for this, so many things just didn't make sense; so finally he rolled onto his side and fell asleep.