The story of Morgana, 38 year old half-elf druid. Played by Liz.
Character Sheet
Backstory
I was born under the soft alpine light in a small elven enclave called Eowalath. Situated amongst an ancient forest of sacred dire oak trees in the shadows of the Star Mounts mountains, this settlement is so far removed from known civilization that it would be the last outpost in Faerun that one would expect to find a half elven, half human child.
My mother was known even amongst the high elf elders from far away cities be to prodigiously gifted in the the medical magics; however she also had a reputation for reckless behavior, and rumor had it that my accidental conception was the result of a failed birth control charm capriciously cast during a chance encounter with a human bard in the peaceful garden city of Secomber.
Unlike the handful of half elves I’ve since encountered in Neverwinter, as a child I received a mostly warm reception from my elven tribe and wanted for nothing. The High Council of Eowalath ensured my traditional education in the eleven ways of the forest and took particular care to nourish my innate talents when, at a young age, it became clear to them I inherited my mother’s healing abilities. Healing, truly, was my most innate talent. Yet, unbeknownst to me or anyone else at the time, it was the my connection with The High Forest and my still unrecognized proclivity for elemental magic that would determine my fate.
I was sixteen years old when my world was shattered. A human grave robbing party, having been denied passage into the ruins of Karse, incidentally discovered Eowalalth and out of retaliation set the forest ablaze. Hundreds of our sacred, ancient dire oak trees burned, dozens of elves were wounded and five children died. I worked tirelessly tending to the burn victims while members of my tribe captured the perpetrators and swiftly enacted revenge for their crimes. Ancient law prohibits the shedding of blood, both eleven and outsider, and in accordance with these laws the perpetrators were burned alive.
In the days fallowing the fire, I noted a palpable change amongst the attitude on my neighbors and instructors. Apathy and detachment gave to hostility; before the changing of the season, I began to feel regarded as an an enemy in the only home I had ever known. With every passing the day the aggressions increased; friends became strangers and I was relegated to a subcaste. Rumors spread that the high council of Eowalath was considering taking a vote to officially force my exile. It became clear to me that my time with the elves would soon come to an end. My despair was great; the only refuge I found was in meditating among the remaining grove of sacred trees.
It was here that my druid mentor would reveal herself. While at mediation, a wild pack of dire wolves approached me. The alpha approached me and, rather than ripping me to shreds, transformed into her eleven form. I had heard before about the druids, but only in fairy tales. I felt equal parts awe and trepidation at the the sight of this display of elemental magic. The elf before me was no one I recognized from Eowalath, yet her green eyes, speckled with gold, were almost identical to my own. “Morgana,” she said “I had hoped we would have this conversation when you reached full adulthood, but there is no time for that now. For your safety, it is imperative that you leave Eowalath at once. I come here now on my sister’s request, and ask that you join the ancient druidic circle of which I am member.” Without hesitation, I answered yes.
For the next twenty years I would train with my aunt’s druid circle called the Watchers of Sevred. I studied the ways of the elements, of the plants, and of the animals. I learned to use ancient magics so that the balance and harmony of the natural world is maintained. There exists no strict set of rules for druidic training so long as one learns the core values of veneration of nature and acts in accordingly. That being said, when a I reached a certain level of proficiency, per our custom I was encouraged to venture out on my own and continue my training at a different circle of my choosing. The Neverwinter Wood is known to be home to several powerful Circle of The Moon druids – druids whose magic specializes in animal transformation. Perhaps it was because my first encounter with a druid was meeting my aunt in her dire wold form. I cannot know for sure, but something within me ever since has burned to be trained in this magic. Thus, I bade the the High Forest farewell and ventured North…
