Thu Mar 25 15:25:30 2021

At 9 o'clock AM, Day of Freedom, 32nd of the Month of the Long Shadows
on the Theran calendar Nastrella perished, never to return.

Race:	half-drow
Class:	druid
Level:	51
Alignment:	Neutral
Ethos:	Orderly
Cabal:	None, None
Age:	92
Hours:	161

I really enjoyed this role. It was a hard lesson on why wild time matters that I had not personally learned over the course of some insane number of druids. I got busy with work which killed any desire to sit in front of a computer any longer than I physically had to. The new normal is living at work instead of working from home, and I just really needed to distance myself from the office when I wasn't required to be in there. When I had time to pick her back up, I couldn't hear her voice anymore.

Thank you Rahs for putting this together. I loved the interactions, and I thoroughly enjoyed the depth of the other characters involved in the challenge. I just love the different facets of your religion, and maybe one day will have the time to really play it.

Lot of great interactions with Nasty. It's really hard to go from knowing how a class plays to being completely surprised by the inability to do so. Ultimately I put myself in a bad position with Tribunal and wild time. I should have paid closer attention to that.

So with that I'll say thanks to the other people in the challenge for just being first rate all the way around, and #### trib druid.

Nastrella Altrice

Race: Human, arial, half-elf, or half-drow

Gender: Female

Class: Druid

Ethos/Align: Orderly ethos

Cabal: Tribunal or Herald

Sphere: Spirit

Religion: Rahsael

Role Guidelines: There once was a small orphanage run out of a private
home in Seantryn Modan called Ardenwood Manor. It was an old place
with expensive things that you were not allowed to touch and cots for
maybe fifteen children. You spent much of your childhood there growing
up, but your memories of the place are scattered and hazy.

There was an event outside of the orphanage where multicolored motes
of light snowed down from the sky and faded just before touching the
ground. Some of those lights touched you. The orphanage is gone, now,
having burned down in a fire that claimed the lives of four children.
You survived the fire but hardly remember it.

Your childhood dreams and reality seem to mix and mingle, and you find
yourself having difficulty at times distinguishing the two.

You arrived at the orphanage as a young girl. You lived with your
parents in an old wagon deep in the dark woods of the Southern
Continent. You felt as one with nature. Even as a child, you found you
could command plants to move and intuitively understand wild
creatures. You never realized it was anything special, and you used
your abilities to entertain and delight yourself. You kept it secret
from your parents, but they may have suspected something.

One night, your parents vanished after going to investigate loud
sounds in the woods outside. From the darkened wagon, you heard some
predator’s terrible noises, thrashing and crunching. When morning
came, you gathered the courage to look outside. Blood stained the
grass outside, but there was no sign of your parents’ bodies.

You were able to fend for yourself fairly well, but a well-intentioned
adventurer found you and brought you to Seantryn Modan. It was foreign
and disconcerting to you.

By the time you arrived at the orphanage, you were in shock. After
some time, you grew accustomed to city life. However, you would often
find yourself staring longingly outside the gates. The trees called to
you, but at the same time, you knew that whatever took your parents
was still out there. You feel extremely conflicted about the wilderness.

You used to have terrible dreams about the beast that killed your
parents. In these nightmares, you would be in your beloved woods and
hear distant sounds. The trees would begin to thrash and the sky would
darken and you knew, with certainty, that something was coming for you.

Sometimes, you would dream that you were lying, paralyzed in the woods
and something was devouring your entrails, but you couldn’t look down
to see what. All you could see were the faces of your parents,
streaked with blood beside you, their dead eyes staring back at you.

However, ever since you left the orphanage, you have not had dreams.

After the orphanage fire, you sought help from the druid’s guild,
which took you in after witnessing your abilities. You have decided to
leave for another continent to get away from whatever lurks in the
woods where you grew up.

DO NOT: Add any details about any of the other children at the orphanage.

Motivations: You’re trying to find your way. You truly want to
reconcile your comfort in civilization and your fear of/connection to
the wilds.

Description Guidelines: You look innocent, timid and a little bit
childlike. You are clean and organized, and when put on the spot, you
slow down and become very methodical.

Quirks: You get extremely nervous when in the wilds - but at the same
time, very giddy. It’s a weird push-pull between caution and delight
that can cause you to act a bit strangely.

You’re actually fairly street-smart and can tell when someone is lying
to you or wants something from you. You might buy pets in the cities
and become extremely attached to them. You also *really* love
collecting flowers or receiving flowers as gifts.

I'm sad you left before I could say goodbye. I guess that is the nature of Loss. You were a wonderful (if confusing) sister. I worried for you more than I should have, and it didn't do much good in the end. Thank you for being yourself - I'm sorry we couldn't face the end together.

I'll surely post more when all this is said and done.