Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves: The Druid's Call
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"Tucked among the ancient pines of the Ardeep Forest hides the Emerald Enclave, an order of warriors tasked with preserving the natural world. They fight to maintain balance between the forces of the wild and civilization, and in doing so, protect the...
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"Tucked among the ancient pines of the Ardeep Forest hides the Emerald Enclave, an order of warriors tasked with preserving the natural world. They fight to maintain balance between the forces of the wild and civilization, and in doing so, protect the sanctity of each. Among their order, Doric begins to find power in her differences. But not all her fellow initiates are so capable of new growth, and as her training continues, Doric is forced to confront the very beliefs that brought her into the Enclave's fold"--
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The sharp twang of a bowstring had a way of attracting attention. Arrows could be quiet if they were fletched properly, and a well-trained ranger could move through a pile of dry leaves without making a noise. But some things were just unavoidable. If you were going to take a shot, you had to be sure your aim was true, because you might not get another chance.Doric s arrow went wide, and the herd of deer that she and her fellows had been diligently tracking split up in a panic and melted into the trees.
That was better! said a chipper voice beside her. Torrieth could always be counted on for encouragement, even when Doric wasn t in the mood for it. It was the foundation of their relationship and had been since the first time the slender, dark-haired elf had laid eyes on her.
Doric crashed through the brush to retrieve her arrow. She didn t even try to be quiet, and her tail thrashed at the low-growing shrubs in the underbrush. She looked up and saw a snowy owl perched above her. Even the owl looked judgmental. She stuck her tongue out at it, but it didn t react.
We can t eat what we don t shoot, Doric pointed out, returning to her friend s side.
There are plenty of deer, Torrieth told her. Maybe the others will have better luck.
Doric wanted to tell her that it wasn t luck. It was skill, and it was a skill that she couldn t seem to master no matter how long she practiced. She knew the other hunting parties were positioned so that after she screwed up, they d be able to take advantage of the panicking deer. Her incompetence was part of the plan, an example of how she was able to contribute. She hated that.
You know, Torrieth continued, no one expects you to be out here. You don t have to hunt with us. You don t even eat that much.
She did, sometimes, eat what the hunters brought home. Perhaps if she were a more able hunter, she would feel differently, but she wasn t, and so she ate things the elves couldn t when no one was watching and
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held herself to minimal portions from the communal hearth. She didn t want to remind the elves that she was different too frequently, but even more than that, she didn t want to be a burden.
There were deer aplenty. In fact, there were probably too many deer. The farmers and woodcutters along the forest edge killed the wolves that preyed on their livestock, thinning them out until there weren t enough to keep the deer population in check. Then the deer ate everything that was green and below shoulder height, leaving little for the other forest animals. So the elves ate the deer in order to restore the balance. It was a work in progress, but it was progress all the same.
The Neverwinter Wood was a strange place where seasonal norms didn t precisely apply. Something was always flowering or fruiting or mating, and that meant that food was rarely hard to come by. But that food always tasted like guilt to Doric, and if her demon-given stomach could handle fallen tree bark and the occasional piece of limestone, she d let it. The wood elves had taken care of her ever since she d first come to the forest, which was a rare blessing from the reclusive forest-dwellers. She was nothing like them, but she owed them a lot. The least she could do was make it easy for them.
I want to help, Doric said.
I know, Torrieth said. Maybe you just need more practice.
It was kind of her Torrieth was usually kind but Doric had already decided that this would be her last hunt if she was unsuccessful. She d try something else. Like berry picking. It had to be hard to screw up berry picking.
Whatever you re thinking, I reject it utterly, Torrieth sai
There were deer aplenty. In fact, there were probably too many deer. The farmers and woodcutters along the forest edge killed the wolves that preyed on their livestock, thinning them out until there weren t enough to keep the deer population in check. Then the deer ate everything that was green and below shoulder height, leaving little for the other forest animals. So the elves ate the deer in order to restore the balance. It was a work in progress, but it was progress all the same.
The Neverwinter Wood was a strange place where seasonal norms didn t precisely apply. Something was always flowering or fruiting or mating, and that meant that food was rarely hard to come by. But that food always tasted like guilt to Doric, and if her demon-given stomach could handle fallen tree bark and the occasional piece of limestone, she d let it. The wood elves had taken care of her ever since she d first come to the forest, which was a rare blessing from the reclusive forest-dwellers. She was nothing like them, but she owed them a lot. The least she could do was make it easy for them.
I want to help, Doric said.
I know, Torrieth said. Maybe you just need more practice.
It was kind of her Torrieth was usually kind but Doric had already decided that this would be her last hunt if she was unsuccessful. She d try something else. Like berry picking. It had to be hard to screw up berry picking.
Whatever you re thinking, I reject it utterly, Torrieth sai
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Autoren-Porträt von E.K. Johnston
E.K. Johnston
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- Autor: E.K. Johnston
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2023, 304 Seiten, Masse: 14,5 x 21,3 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593598164
- ISBN-13: 9780593598160
- Erscheinungsdatum: 28.02.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
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