The tale begins as such with the gaining of the first quest.

I arrived at the Norrathian Express Mail Kiosk on a bright and glorious day in Willow Wood after one of the many street urchins had obtained my attetion, letting me know that I had a very important message. As Willow Wood was my first stop after getting off the boat from the Refuge Island, I headed to the South face of the Inn, my prior home I might add, and checked the slot indicated by the young child. indeed there was a message, and not just any message but one suppied to me by my sponsoring Knight, Kenweth. I opened the letter and began to read:

"My Dear Squire,

Now that the Gods have returned, it seems travel has become much easier. I would like you to travel across Norrath and find out which zones have druid rings, and which druid rings are active and can be ported to and which ones can't. Please post your findings in Strider's Inn.

Kenweth"

At first the note was disconcerting, Druid Rings? What is a Druid Ring? Had I come across one, and not known it? Did he mean the spires to the Overrealm? Upon recollecting my latest travels around Antonica an idea came to me.

Using a device gievn to me by the council and Knight Kenweth allowing me to communicate over vast distances by mere thought, I tuned the device to Kenweth's settings and found his mind presence.

I asked Knight Kenweth: "The druid rings that you speak of, are they the ones like the one in the forest over by Windstalker Village that have the things like the Blessing of Tunar, and last question, is it necessary for mt to get (obtain the rights of Passage to Echoes of Faydwer) to use or understand the D(ruid)Rings?

His reply came: Yes and Yes.
Again his thoughts could be heard asking:No (rights of passage to) Echoes of Faydwer?

I answered: Not yet, but that should not be a problem, I shall get (Obtain the rights of passage) this evening when I return from work (Meditation).

The thoughts of Kenweth flowed to me, "k, I can give you a dif(ferent)quest if needed."

I rose to the challenge letting him know, "No, no this will be fine. I('ll) get to work on it right away."

As the time came for me to depart my Physical husk in the lands of Norrath to commune with my Etherial Host (Jason) to obtain the necessary rights and funds to gain access to the Echos of Faydwer, I began my meditations for the next few hours.

After returning from an overlong meditation period, I decided to return to my search for the Druid Rings of Norrath. I recalled from several weeks ago that I might have run into one of the very rings I was now searching for. If memory served me right which in the last few years has not been serving me at all, the location to the ring was East of the Windstalker village. I took the boat from Willow Wood docks to the light house docks in Antonica and jogged over to the Griffon tower, getting permission from the Griffon tower manager to use Mouser, and old and trusted Griffon who I have had the pleasure to ride several times took me to the Oracle tower Station, where I would switch to Swift Feather, which with this old bird was a name he picked up in years gone past. Knowing I was only taking Swift Feather only part of the way, i knew that he might even enjoy the time alone from carting passengers from one station to the next.

We reached the McQuibble farm area in short time (I guess the old bird still had some speed left after all). I vaulted from his back rolling to a stop so as not to break any bones upon termination of my plummet. Throught the fields I went to the East to find a small pass through the hills, where upon I happened to meet an elderly overland forrester hacking away at a tree. I asked her if she had seen the very ring that i was searching for, and she pointed me to the north and east, I thanked her and left in the direction she had indicated. Needless to say I ran into a few of the not so living folk, though when they saw me they figured the best place for themselves was somewhere that I wasn't, as I headed farther northeast (more north than east) I happened to find just what I was looking for, there were several people congregated, mostly fellow adventurers, though there were two there that looked more the caretaker than the slayer, I approached one of them and introduced myself.

"My name is Nevisie Amonrae, and I am one of the caretares of this Druid ring, I am busy but what may I help you with?"

I learned during our coversation that not only were these rings both new and old, but that they were the work of several druids, and through knowledge gained from some very secretive nameless one, she decided to let me know that this ring was named after the "Mother of All" and that is was blessed by the touch of "Growth". I proceded to ask her if she had seen any other rings such as this that we were int he presence of, and she mentioned that there might be another near a dark forest far from where we stood. Immediately I thought of Nektulos, though why there would be a ring there, I couldn't say, though when it comes to the will fo the gods, you don't say why you just do. I bid fairwell to Nevisie, used my whistle and called forth Cherry my Eldarrian Charger, who by the way really really doesn't like small dark holes. We decided to treck South towards the Thundering Steppes, just incase there might be a Druid Ring there.

After a bit of a ride, we arrived at the gates to the Thundering Steppes, I announced myself to the guards on the opposite side of the gate, and let them know, "My Name is Coadepaeha Cor-We, I'm a Citizen of Qeynos, May I gain entrance?" After a few minor questions about the locations of various Crafting Organizations in Qeynos they decided to let me pass. I asked the local guards at the gate if they had seen any of these new druid rings pop up in the Thundering Steppes. "Sorry Miss, but we are here only to guard this gate, the happenings of the interior are not our concern, and most adventures don't stay long enough for us to get any information out of them. I am sorry we couldn't help you." I thanked them and bid them farewell, and headed tot he Griffon Tower. My first stop along the way to the docks was the Thundermist Village Griffon Tower Station, I figured as these people lived her in the THundering Steppes they might be able to help me find any Druid Rings. My disappointment did not come from a lack of knowledge from the villagers, but more from their lack of life. In my short stay, I found that one of the Bartenders was not only short on Wares but short on knowledge other than to let me know how many attacks they endure a week from the Steelhoof Invaders. After conversing with several of the other villagers, it seemed they were only concerned with surviving just one more day, nothing else entered their mind, they paid no attention to what was outside there small village. It seemed that the lives for these folk of Thundermist village was not only simple, but sadly just to exist. I reflect back on that small lesson and take to heart that we as knights need to do more that just exist, but to help others when they are in need, no matter what the size of the task, whether it be from simply moving a pebble from the path of a beetle, to the serving of our queen in the protection of our kingdom. So though they didn't have any information concerning the quest I was upon, there was still a lesson to be learned from them.

From the village I headed North along the Dead River basin towards the docks of Thundering Steppes. I happened upon the same plague that aflicted the Thundermist Village at the docks. A base lack of knowledge of what was going on in the outside world in regards to the druid rings, if they didn't know then there must not be any near I figured. So off to the Nektulos Forest did I take myself.

A small boat ride would have been nice knowing that I had a very long journey ahead of me, but i stuck with my plan of heading to the dark forest to find one of the elusive Druid Rings.

I happened upon a traveling Augor ont he docks of nektulos, andhaving completed his prior tasks, he let me know he knew nothing of these Druid rings, even though he was a traveler himself. So what better way to start a search than to picka spot and start searching, I whistled for Cherry and she came, we galloped off the docks and figured the best spot to start was right there, so we headed south along the beach. To my surprise I found a sunken brick hut, and inside lay the bones of a Kerran who's journal I had found in a nearby chest under the water. His journal started many years ago, and said that his name when he was alive was Brownstripe McPurr, he used to travel around the Dark Forest rather extensively, and there seemed to be no entries into the journal about the druid rings new or old, but just before succumbing to the sea, old age, and a will not to let anyone taking anything from him, he had heard romurs forn the guards and the other in that area that there was something stiring in the Commonlands besides the Spires as a way to travel. I then headed back tot he docks, to begin another journey in the Commonlands.

I arrived at the Commonlands gate only to find that what I had read int he McPurr journal was exactly what these people knew. They knew something was there, though it's location was not known to them. Sucking up what courage was left of a full day of adventureing decided to taike a few rides on the griffons of the commonlands. On my ride from freeport station to the nektulos station, I recalled when in my younger days I had run a race here in the commonlands, and it seemed that nothing had changed execpt of course if you consider the adding of the Spires to the Overrealm change. I called forth Cherry again and we headed off towards what I was hoping another of the Druid rings I sought. i should have thought that there would be no caretakers there, the place was a shambles, stones fallen, and just the elements and the Sparks of Growth to keep the area nice. There was a whirling vortex of wind aorund a bush on the inside of the ring, I plucked afew and as i plucked my last leaf i felt antoher blessing of Tunare upon myself. finding my second Druid ring, i deced to call it a day and head back hope to a warm bed and great friends, though i would stop by the Tavern and see if there was anymore information reguarding the other Druid Rings.

There are lands in this great world that really do let others know that there are gods upon this world who are not so Compassionate. Take for instance the lands of Ever frost and Lavastorm. Everfrost is a large wasteland of snow and rock, how anything ever grows there, I'll not know. There is both beauty and destruction held up in many vessels of Everfrost. The grace of a deadly killer, the shark can be considered Death's Appatite, espicially if you run into Dreadwake Biggest meanest shark, he'll beach himself to take your life. The Galewind maidens, beautiful and equally dangerous. As strange and forboding as this place is as a ranger you can go places few others would tread. Lavastorm, a harsh landscape ruled by wyrms, goblins, and golems, and even stranger creatures that seem to be born of a child's nightmare. As cold as Everfrost is Lavastorm is the other extreme heat is everywhere. So if death and destruction are what you prefer then these two places would suit you fine, though it seems Tunare has not left her mark upon either of these lands as there are no druid rings found here.

A short tour of the Island of Mara yielded nothing in my search for a Druid Ring, though the Far Seas Trading COmpany is more than happy to take you there for a small fee of helping them get in good with the families there for an expansion of their change purses. There is a calm soothing feeling you can have when you visit as long as you don't learn about the strife being build upon over a stolen book, oops to late, my apologies. There is a taint there that one day i hope to help the people of Mara get rid of so that they may return to their peaceful crafting, historic teachings, and their intense fighting style.

The Desert of Maj'dul also seems to be bereft of the blessing of Tunare in that it's many sands are infested with Orcs, Giants, Bugs, Pirates and Undead, the city is breaking it'self down by the infighting of the three factions. If they would not fight amongst themselves then I am positive that they could help everyone there to obtain a way of life to end the suffering of her people.

After visiting these lands I decided to take a few days rest. Lets just say I was lazy and be done with it. As my rest period came to an end, I decided to finish my joourney or Norrath and explore the new lands of the Faedark, I had happened upon a ship called the Stormbreaker who the harbor master told me would take me to an as of yet unknown place called Butcherblock Mountain. He was a busy dwarf working a new shipping lane to a new place so i left him to his work without to much pestering.

You know talking to ones' self is a sure fired way to get those burly hard working drawves to crack an earbrow at ya, so as I was being my generally distracting self waiting for the ship to arrive I was seriously thinking of changing professions from Ranger extrordinaire to Pompous Jester of the courts, but then I realized that being out in the open and seeing the world would be better than some comforable feather down pillow bed under warm sheets and a full belly, ah who am i kidding if I went for that jester Job my hips would be as wide as, as... as... well let's just say you could feed Dreawake for a year with as much meat as I'd have on my bones.

Next thing I know i see upon the horizon a small cutter, very well built if she is to stay a float on waters that a fish might drown in, but non-the-less a cute ship. Ya know being a shipwright has it's advantages, though one of those I am not, yet at least . The few days journey to Butcherblock Mountain was rather un eventful, the gorgeous ocean, the blue of the water, the crisp air and the wind in your hair, was just an experiance that I wish everyone could have.

To say that the arrival was the same as the trip would be a grossly overstatement, the name fits the place, it's gloomy. There mean things abound, though none so effectivly high enough in strength to be formidible to even a "die from falling off a piece of paper ranger" :P Though I did have a short trip that did end up in my demise, though it was a bit of a good thing as I was able to find some Dwarves who were in need of some help, I offered my services and in so doing learned of a druid ring close by the docks themselves. I went to the place indicated to me on a map drawn by one of the dwarves. i really must return to the docks to learn the ways of these new crafting professions. Again there was no one at this ring, just a few of the floating lights and a bush with twirling leaves, after gathering a few i felt that these leaves would help me stay attuend to this Ring and allow travel here later if i could find a way.

I returned to the dwarves and was given direction to Greater Faedark, as that seemed a logical place to have a ring, as this new land seemed connected with the return of the gods.

I headed west from my current location with teh dwarves, (Whom I might add make a tasty mean for trolls)and headed towards the lesser faedark.

Lesser Faedark??? More like the Mired Lands of Faedark, the nasties that live here give the rivervale residents a good name. The nightbloods here are twice the size, but only half as ugly ! These lands too have a mix of beatuy and death, the Fae-Dragons their wings sparkle and so does their firiey breath. When I had made it safely across that dark place I was safely in teh Greater Faedark. I went to a great city in the trees, lol of which around every corner I had the vaguest feeling of getting watched by a large and furry creature, which though I was told that was quite common, there were no such creatures in the faedark. I used the height from the trees to scoure the courtyside in close vicinity to the city, and low and behold what did my wandering eyes lay upon but a ring of stone, in my excitemtn I jumped, Yes yes I know the whole look befor you leap thing. It was indeed the very thing I had searched for through out all the lands. There was a young lady there who introduced herself as Ystana Mirefaith, we spoke for a while commenting about the beauty of this land, it seems that we both had the same mission of finding all the druid rings, and she told be where I might find one more, though the search was not going to be easy. Steamfont, a place a Machines and Minotaurs I happened upon a great pit full of the horned ones, and wondered if this be the land they hailed from. The journey ends with my finding the last Druid ring and takeing a leaf, gaining a connection to that spot for later use.(to be edited later when I find the right page of my journal). I used my Call to Qeynos and found that I had no way of teleporting my self to any of those locations. I did find later that if there was a protal open to one of these places then I would be able to use it (I hoped) as I was on another mission and couldn't be side tracked to see if it worked. I hear tell of druids be able to teleport me to one of these rings, though I'll ahve to check the validity of that rumor.

This journey is definetly one that I learned alot from Humility, Valor, and Perserverance. I hope that my next few journey's are as profitable knowledge wise as this one was.

To Be Continued...

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::::rummages through pack, finds pipe and flask:::