Bodhmall

Bodhmall
Nature Oracle of the Order
The Ovate Druid


She walks among the order as if she were any other dragon, they do not flinch from her gaze as they do the other oracles and seers. They believe that she cannot see who they truly are without the assistance of her adderstone. She touches the stone that hangs at her neck and watches as the the gazes that were previous friendly turn wary and amusement rushes through her. If only they knew that she could see far more than they believed with or without the stones. She focuses on a dragon who she had been watching for some time now, and over time the colors that reflected his true nature had withered and now were edged with a muddy brown color that she had often associated with betrayal. She sighs and looks for a place where she could stay out of direct sight of the dragon and looks through the adderstone at the dragon. When she puts down the stone the friendly smile is gone and her frame shudders with anger. Her suspicions had been proven correct when she had merged with the dragon's future self he was traitor to the order and the joy he had felt at the damage done to the order in that future sickened her. The druid turned and went to find the Elite and the Warlord, by the end of the day the dragon would be dead and for now the Order would be safe.