Turjuk the Druid of Wind

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Chapter 1

It was in his younger days that Turjuk Greenfoot first spoke to the spirit of
a wolf.She came to him like a thief in the night, silently padding up to
the hot spring where he cried out to the Ancients. She looked him over and
judged him. She asked him many questions about his life and what he felt
called to do. Turjuk answered all that he could, and with the questioning
came more knowledge, and more questions. The she-wolf found him worthy of
some power though, and sent him off into the night to learn what he could.

It was from that Hot Spring that Turjuk went forth and contacted the
Harbinger, Linaeren Bloodleaf. Lina as Turjuk calls him, also found him
worthy to fight against the pox of civilization. From there Turjuk went
forth and became a wolf in many ways, hunting the foes of the refuge. Being
one of the pack seeking to return Thar- Eris, and know he wild energies of
the Ancients. It is to this point that we now find Turjuk, growing in
strength and knowledge.He has learned to call upon the help of the wilds,
to throw thorns into the face of tyranny, and to sow seeds of fire into the
hearts of her enemies. He stands now, no longer Turjuk Greenfoot of the
Northern Tundra. Now he seeks to be Turjuk Greenfoot, Outlander of
Thar-Eris, Defender of the Spirit.

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Chapter 2

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and long hard walks through the wilds. He taught Turjuk about herbs and
plants and what he knew about the ancients. He told Turjuk that he was an
Outlander and spoke of the ways of their refuge, as he called it. It was
while talking of these things that the ranger spoke to Turjuk about another
of their race, one who had made a difference in the war against those who
harm the wilds.He told him that is why he was up here in the frozen north,
because he had heard this is where his spirit, that of an ancient arctic bear
had come. He said his name had been Tjok Bjorn-Kjr and that his spirit now
roamed upon the winds. Not long after this talk the ranger informed Turjuk
that the time for his departure back to the fighting had come, and that he
had truly taught Turjuk all that he could. He wished him well and vanished
again into the woods.

A few weeks went by after his last lesson with the ranger, but Turjuk still
would go out looking for him. He would use the knowledge passed on to him,
and spend hours stalking, hunting, and praying.Turjuk began to spend more
nights away from his home, out in the wilds with the provisions he needed to
survive for days. It was while sitting near his fire that destiny truly came
calling to him.Turjuk was sitting there in a half-awake, half-asleep state
when out of the woods came a massive white bear. Turjuks eyes widened in
fear, but he felt rooted to the ground, and could not move. The bear growled
at him, perhaps thinking Turjuk was not afraid. Turjuk could only look at
the bear as he thought in his mind what he should do. It was during this
contemplation that the bear stopped growling and looked at him in a peculiar
way, as if sizing him up. As Turjuk finally gathered his courage to stand
with staff in hand the bears form began to flicker. If Turjuk had thought
his eyes wide before, they were nearly coming out of his head now. Before
him stood a large giant, pale gray skin covered with furs and a bears
mouth surrounding his head. Turjuk couldnt believe it but this had to be
the spirit of Tjok! Turjuk went to open his mouth in greeting, but could not
find any words.It did not matter for Tjok looked at him and began to speak.
"Turjuk Greenfoot, long have you been walking among these woods, learning
the ways of the wilds. It is time for you to move on from those lessons and
take up the fight for our spirits, and the spirits of all people. Take up
the fight that I left and make our kin remember their freedom! Be courageous
and show no mercy to those who would harm the return of Thar-Eris!" With
that the spirit of Tjok transformed back into the image of a massive arctic
bear and growled long and loud.As the bear turned Turjuk realized that not
only was the spirit growling, but he was also growling with him.

It was his time, it was his destiny, and he would go forth.

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Chapter 3

As Turjuk grew and began to wander farther and farther from his home among
the evergreens, his knowledge of the lands and survival grew. He found an
old rusty axe out among the trees while walking. He hid the axe whenever his
father was around, but secretly he began to train with it, as he thought an
axe would be used to fight. He also began to pick up long branches that had
fallen from trees. He made for himself a staff by cutting away the excess
branches along the main length of it. It was while walking along with this
staff that a most peculiar thing happened to him.

It was a day like any other in the cold northern reaches of the mountain, a
bright sun was shining through the branches of the evergreens in the tundra
and animals played all around him. As he was walking along a particular
animal trail he noticed a pile of withered apples sitting not far from him.
He was intrigued by this peculiar display and started to walk toward them.
With his eyes fixed on the apples he did not notice the fine line made of
vine that was sticking a few inches off the ground, nearly invisible as it
blended in with the woods around it. He barely had time to grunt as his feet
tripped the trigger of the snare set beneath him. As Turjuk hung there in
midair dumbfounded at his poor luck, a tree nearby moved. At least, he
thought it was a tree at first until he made out the outline of another
giant. The giant moved out from his hiding place with a peculiar smile upon
his face. "I figured Id have caught something a bit smaller." The
giant began to chuckle and Turjuk seeing the humor in his words began to
laugh with him. "Hold on a moment while I cut you down." Moments later
Turjuk was on the ground being helped to his feet by the other giant. "Not
many come out this way, why have you?" Turjuk introduced himself and told
him of his strolls. "Well, I can understand not wanting to be near the
cities." For hours Turjuk and the ranger, for that is what he told Turjuk
he was, spoke about nature and the way of things. He encouraged Turjuk that
he could learn to live as he did, but Turjuk was more interested in nature
and animals. The ranger hearing Turjuks heart looked at him thoughtfully
and began to tell him about the ways of druids, as he understood them. This
piqued Turjuks interest and they talked some more while enjoying some
fresh berries and venison steaks. After eating with the sun going down
Turjuk told the ranger he had to go to his parents, but would like to meet
with him again tomorrow. The ranger said he was not opposed and so they
parted ways.

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Chapter 4

Turjuk was born in the northern mountains, among the sparse trees. His
mother and father were farmers who harvested rare mushrooms found in the
caves and tunnels about the frigid north. They did not care much for coin as
they could barter their rare delicacies for nearly anything they needed.
Their home was secluded from the rest of the cloud giant population in a nice
pine tree grove. While his parents were off searching for their livelihood
Turjuk would spend hours out in the grove playing among the trees. He
learned to whistle like the birds and found he had an affinity and love for
them. The birds were at first fearful of this giant floating among the
branches, but as he offered them berries he had picked they began to be less
fearful of him.

Turjuk learned to wield an axe from his father, as they would go out to chop
firewood for their home. His father taught him to look for trees that were
dying, and to respect the flourishing trees of the wild. They would
sometimes walk for a long time to find a tree that was felled by avalanche or
the strong northern winds. Turjuks parents would take him into the city
from time to time when they went to barter their mushrooms, but Turjuk never
was interested in playing with the other little children. They would often
find him off wandering in the wilds not far from the city. They would see
him chasing the squirrels, or to their surprise, the squirrels chasing him.
His face beaming with radiant smiles as he played with the animals. They
knew from this that Turjuks path would be a special one, not driven by the
typical forces of society. They nurtured his love for the wilds, and taught
him all that they could about surviving in them. They nicknamed him their
little "greenfoot" because he always came back with grass stained feet.


Turjuks father, not wanting him to be ignorant of the ways of the outside
world taught him what he knew of things going on outside of the northern
reaches. Turjuk always became frustrated when talking about the cities where
his father said very few plants grew, and the ones that were there were boxed
in with stone or wood so they could not grow free. This offended Turjuk to
his core, and he informed his father he wanted to do something about this.
Turjuks father downplayed his anger, because he didnt want to see his
boy leave and get tangled up in the world. He would find though, that it
wasnt within his power to protect Turjuk from his destiny.

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