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Druidic Meditation
mattr41018
Day 1: I have been sent to meditate on my path to be a druid. I am perched ontop of the talltest tree, Hoping to see some birds... after 2 hours, No contact with anyone... I am begining to doubt myself as if this was a smart decision... I see where i went wrong, I thought this would be easy... it won't be.. I accept that. Maybe i shouldn't rush into it... After about 3 hours... I have lost track of time... no contact. I am begining to forget my own voice. The tree i am meditating on seems to be... talking to me? It keeps saying the same thing "in, out, in, out, in, out" I think i am breating WITH the tree... Me and the tree have become good friends... His name is george.. He's nice... He says the birds poop on him too much... And that the skeletons kill to many adventurers on him. he let me build a small hut on his head to protect me from the rain and undead. He also let me use a torch I like george, he has lot's of siblings... They are nice too... I .. hear them.. am i crazy? or maybe... im joining with them! I feel as if now I know why Respiren is seen as crazy.... :: :: Day 2: I slept wierd last night... It was almost as if I was hibernating... Like a bear does. The rain and lightning are still going from last night... The rain and Lightning Stopped going on for hours. :: Day 3: I can't wait to be a druid... I think i might be a seeker druid. I hear deltaro might give up his position... maybe I can have it... Oh well, It is getting harder for me to write... Less talking is happening with me and george , now it is more like telapathic communication... strange... Maybe I will become a druidic tranmutician... If i think hard enough.. I can mae leaves sprout form my arm... the day ended with a bear attacking george... :: Day 4 : I thnik tha my writin is being affected by my telepethid link with georje.. I can't seem to write more than this... ((had a weeding to go to, sorry)) :: Day 5: today was not the same as the others... i experienced... a flash... not the bad kind, but i got an enchanced capacity for knowladge... as if this si my destiny my writing skills are slowly coming back, and instead of hearing just george... I hear all the trees.... huh.. I think... being a druid is the right path for me... I feel the urge to help as the undead attack around me... but i musn't leave my meditation. I was knocked out for sevral hours from a strike of lightning that hit me in my hut... George was caught on fire and burned down... i kept his only seed close to me... :: Day 6: I miss george, we were good friends... I want to find the undead responsible... Butt i can't... I need to sleep... I won't be writing more... :: Day 7: *the text is too scratchy to read but you can make out these words* I... Trees.... Must..... Help.... Need... Magic Power... Too weak.... Tired... Writing slopy. ... crazy... need... think.... done...