I kind of like the idea of ferocious druids. Too often, they seem to be presented as wise and peaceful and gentle as the newest spring flower. I want to see the dirt beneath their nails, the blood stains on their teeth. These are priests of nature, which is a wild and raw thing, full of storms and hunger and tremors that shake the land.
Surely not all druids are hippies flashing peace signs.
Last edited by JandK; 21/07/22 08:07 PM.
