My name is Caoi and I am a Druid. I am 542 years of age. I stand 6 feet 2 inches tall and weigh 180 pounds. I have Silver hair with a Gold streak down the center and blue eyes with silver flecks. I am a full Drow Elf.

I am seen wearing boots with fur trim, pants of brown leather, a wide belt with polished gems of three, spiked knee plate protectors, and a chest plate with shoulder plates trimmed in fur and lined with leather. I carry a spear with a oversized blade and can be seen with a variety of animals such as a jaguar, raven, wolves, and bears. I own a trusted Buckskin stallion who wears the tack of Druids, Ghaeorlind. He is named of the magnificent revered oak tree of Druid guidance and teachings which is Glor-an-Fhaidha.

Here is my story.....

In the ancient tome of the Druids, the Sceal Fada,it is written that Bul-Kathos, the great and ancient king of the Barbarian tribes, had a mysterious but trusted confidant, who was referred to as his brother. Whatever the source of their relationship, their bond was strong, and together they shared the secrets of the ancients: of the mysteries below the peaks of Mt. Arreat, of the venerated task to put to their people to protect those mysteries, and of the prophecies regarding the dark times ahead. They both agreed that, in order to fulfill their sacred trust, their people must devote themselves to nothing save that charge.

However, they disagreed on exactly how the people could best do this. Bul-Kathos believed that only by bringing the tribes together and training them in strict martial discipline could the tribes faithfully concentrate on their goal for generations to come. I on the other hand, believed that only through obtaining a spiritual oneness with the land we had sworn to protect could the people truly appreciate the importance of their role. We both agreed the other's philosophy had merit, and so around the time Bul-Kathos united the tribes, I gathered together a small group consisting of the tribe's greatest warrior-poets and shamans, then mysteriously retreated into the forests surrounding the area known as Scosglen. There I and my people created the first of the Druid Colleges, huge mortar-less stone towers, covered in vines and safely hidden beneath the leafy canopies of the dense forests.

We have dwelt there ever since, forging a new way of life for ourselves. We created a new culture and language, cutting ourselves off from our Barbarian cousins and their ways, vowing not to return to the Steppes of Mt. Arreat until the time of the Uileloscadh Mor, the final battle between the men of the world and the demons of the Burning Hells.

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