Woodweaver  (Wood Elf, Druid) 1/23/02

      
     		Woodweaver Thistlehand- came to being in the folds of Tunare during hard times. Orcs had been attempting to exterminate the wood elves of Tunare for along time and due to this raging war was left orphaned. The druids of Tunare took this young one into their own and thus began his path. Trained in the ways of nature, born of a will to wander Woody as he became to be know left his homelands at a young age to roam wherever the winds took him. Amongst his roaming he came upon many a being and race, some kind and some very evil. This troubled the druid that such disparities existed among the peoples of Norrath that he try'd to help. Couldn’t they all see Tunare's greatness and love? Apparently not but in attempts by himself to help the evils see the greatness of Tunare he was overwhelmed and found he needed allys to help him in his cause and he could help them after all wouldn’t Tunare wish all beings to unite?


This ideal brought him to an Iksar of all things, named Swifthand. Struck by the odd difference in this monk, evil by race but good in nature appealed to the druid and he had friends of similar nature, a sense of Tunare's will was at work here thus Woody found a home. Woodweaver is lvl 53 as of 1/23/02. Teasing I call him the no drop druid..think about half his gear is no drop now. Woody goes to most raids, fills in whatever roll is needed at the time, being jack of all trades, king of none..tho spell specialization is in alteration (heals/buffs/ports). As of late I have not been leveling very much in lue of working my alt char. I tired of soloing so much and druid races at high levels don’t find too many groups that want a so-so healer when a shaman can heal the same and haste/sow or cleric that can super heal/rezz and ac/hp much better.
Jazsire  (Val Shir, Shaman) 1/23/02

      
     		Jazsire stood admiring the setting sun. It had been a long trip on the very unusual wing powered ship. Having just arrived in a place the shipmates called Firiona Vie, she was taking stock of her surroundings. Tales abound about the strange dragon like creatures that roamed these lands. She had thought she may have seen a few in the past but was drawn to find out more after all did not the Elder Spiritist Grawlf tell her as an full apprentice of the KatiShar she was to bring as much information of the changed lands of Norrath as possible. It was quite an undertaking the members of the KatiShar were taking. To attempt to document all the changes since the great rift pulled their homeland out of the actual ground of Norrath and placed it on the Luclin moon. Now, since the means to travel back to the ancient lands exist, all the VahlShir were busy trying to both prepare for what may or may not come and to learn as much as possible about the old races.

"Well its getting late" Jazsire thought, best to find some lodging for the night. She mused over her own short life in relation to the great history of Norrath itself. Born of simple parents, father a pottery merchant and her mother, 2nd aid to the KatiShar. Jazz (as she likes to be called) only recently anointed apprentice now roaming for information with her parents concerned blessings. She opened a door to what seemed an empty hut, entered and closed the door behind her.

Settling for the night, she fell asleep thinking of what possibilities lay before her.