Shaman

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Shaman Diviner Master Herbalist and Seer of Futures "And if you have a certain evenin' You could lend to me..." PLEASE DO NOT EXALT! IF YOU CANNOT RETURN TO THE TRAVELING THREAD, PLEASE SEND SHAMAN HOME TO SCAR66! Uh-oh, looks like this young healer wandered a little too far from his lair (scar66, #193878), and now he's off to see the world! If ever you feel the urge to exalt, he'd really appreciate it if you could just return him home instead, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here. Owners I've Had: scar66 #193878 TNTEpicMadness #175457 sgkat #158838 ShepherdOfFire #220519 Spooner #45393

Shaman was born to hippie parents in a small nest tucked away behind a mess of brambles. In his youngest days, he learned a thing or two about the divine from his parents. Once old enough, he also began to train as an apothecary under Sagebrush's expert guidance.

Soon though, he began to feel the urge to explore. He wanted to see the stars, unobstructed by the fog and branches of the Tangled Wood; he wanted to share his wisdom with new tribes, and gather more wisdom from them.

So, he set out with his sister in search of new dragons and fresh air. They weren't sure how long it would be before they parted ways, so they made sure to make the best of it while they could.

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They traveled far and found a lightning clan that welcomed them knowing they were travelers. The dragons in this clan sparkled and shimmered.

The dragons were nice; they gave the siblings a large nest tucked into the corner of the lair. But Shaman and Lady did not intend to stay long for even though this clan was charming they wanted adventure.

So Shaman was surprised when his sister decided to stay.

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He moved on, though, traveling across Sornieth, not resting until he found himself far away from the Shifting Expanse - in the Starfall Isles. He found himself among a disparate group of dragons, but they made him welcome enough. In fact, he found himself conversing with another herbalist, trading remedies, and, when the clan's physician joined them, debating the differences between their crafts.

It was pleasant enough, but Shaman was still restless. Thanking his colleagues for their interesting discussion, he continued his journey.

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In the Molten Scar he came upon a warrior clan. Most were made up of wildclaws but the species here were quite diverse. Upon his arrival everything seemed to be at a complete stop. None of the hunters were out, the cooks and nursery workers has stopped as well, Gathered around a widclaw that was down and in a lot of discomfort.

It was explained the female was Egg bound and no one really knew at that moment what to do for her. It was fortunate he had arrived when he did since he had an idea how he could help. With a list of things he would need, the clan members hurried off to gather them. Something to help her calm down and another to help the area around where the egg was stuck to relax. With a little coaxing after these were administered the egg was free. The female's mate took the egg to the nest while the female recovered from the ordeal.

Everyone was extremely grateful for his help and asked for him to stay the night while dinner was prepared in his honor. Soon after though his need to continue on his journey made him bid the warrior clan farewell and off he went into the skies.

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Aimless as his trajectory was, Shaman soon found himself high above a canopy of familiar trees. In his absentminded flight, he seemed to have unconsciously flown himself directly towards the land of his birth. Without much thought, he dove down into the thick treescape, using his nimble claws to crawl his way down the ancient trunk of a tall pine.

Following instinct, he made his way deeper into the darkness, his second set of eyes coming in handy for making out his path in the dark. He wandered for almost an hour until he came across the fallen and rotted trunk that signified the entrance to his home clan. Almost giddy, he turned and entered the grounds.

He was noticed almost immediately. A few dragons he had never seen before ran off to warn of his arrival. Soon, however, he was greeted by familiar faces. They seemed all too happy to see him back. Woden spoke of the increasing number of travelers to their clan. This piqued Shaman's interest. Perhaps, he thought, he could even stay here for a while. His experience would be useful in his home clan, and he could continue to share knowledge with those who passed through.

And so it was settled; Shaman would remain in the Crystal Toadstool for the time being. Of course he planned to continue his adventure at a later time, but for now he was happy here in the familiar, comforting dimness of his old home.


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