The Dawn of the Bloodtree

By Mike Drake

The world is entering a dark time; I am entering a dark place.

The site of the great druid is tearing at the group’s soul.

Kaylo, and perhaps Drake, is beyond where I stand. I fear he is lost to something darker than what I am to become. This is something I may need to resolve if he (they) cannot be saved – I helped create him (them) and bear the burden.

I see fire in Riatha’s eyes – she was wronged by her queen – I think she sees salvation in the druid line and revenge for the forest.

Wen is the new soul of the party. We are lucky that he has traveled with us; I fear that without him, we all would be where Kaylo stands.

With the guidance of Riatha and Wen, great good could be done. I hope they are able to keep our energies focused in the right direction; I am starting to lose my ability to see where that path lies.

Drake must be saved. A mistake made long ago I now must resolve.

Who would have thought that being a tree would lead to such enlightenment and reflection? Perhaps the resting place of the high druid caused this – I feel as if he has spoken with me, given me new direction.

A predator in a land of prey

A balance to be restored

The earthmother thirsty to drink of her enemies

The dawn of the bloodtree