3. Lornallis, Son of Borneaur - Aging Druid

Lornallis, Son of Borneaur - Aging Druid


  • Account: Wave Blade Cross
    Character: 'Old Man' Lornallis MacBorneaur

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    After a long, peaceful life paid in good faith to his beloved Goddess, Chauntea, the hamlet's only druid had finally passed away. Watching the soft glow of his distant funeral pyre from the barely covered doorway of what was now his son's medicine cabin and primary retreat from the tiny hamlet proper, a happy tear ran down the eye of the man's time weathered face as he got to wish the fufillment of his life's dream.

    "Father..." The voice of a young adult calmly calls out as the soft sloshing of footsteps on the frost covered forest ground announces the presense of the former shaman's only known blood relative that had not yet joined the spirits.

    Smiling warmly at the approach of his past life's beloved child and rightful successor, his reply to the greeting was filled with honest mirth. "I thank you for induldging this one's past one final time, Aeorn, son of Borneaur..." Holding up a hand to stave off the building signs of a verbal protest from the leanly muscled man, the elder continues to speak. "But as you well know the hamlet must see me as having passed beyond this mortal coil, now that they have fufilled my final request and enacted the ritual."

    Shouldering the simple half-pack he had placed his only remaining earthly belongings into, the elder druid slowly walks over to the new shaman of the hamlet and firmly clasps his waist in an affectionate embrace. "I'm so proud of you, my boy! I'm sure you will bring honor to your ancestors in the wake of my passing on."

    Loosely wrapping his tautly corded arms around the shoulders and backside of his father in memory, Aeorn barely smiles as he looks at the faint scar his ancestral scimitar left behind upon the elder's neck when he finally completed the trial by ritual combat marking his ascention into the honorable mantle of village shaman. Though he was going to dearly miss the man he knew, there was at least some bitter satisfaction in knowing that he had helped to ensure the man would pass on in peace. "May the Earth Mother watch over your path until you reach the golden fields of her home... old man Lornallis."

    Grinning strongly as he quickly steps away from the rapidly souring visage of the so-named elder, Aeorn laughs softly and begins to run through the forests they both learned nearly as well as the backs of their hands, making a beeline for the somber celebration of the village itself. Only a brief moment after, Lornallis chased after his son with a fury he didn't really feel. At least until the funeral pyre had died down, he would still be given some leeway in the ancestral code for biding all of his friends and neighbors a final farewell.

    He really would be foolish not to take the time to enjoy himself. After tonight the aged druid would have a week's worth of wilderness travel to look forward to before he would reach the scarcely more developed frontier lands of the fallen ancient kingdom he had heard of from various travellers. Though the wishes of his past life may have been fufilled, the new life he had not yet lived out in its entirety brought with it desires of its own. Hopefully he could start that much out by seeing if some of the other legends he has learned of through the years would help in staunching the more annoying aspects of his advanced age...

    Race - Human
    Sex - Male (Whoda thunk those two? 😉 )
    Height - 163 cm or 5' 4"
    Weight - 62 kg or 136.7 lbs
    Age - 57
    Eyes - Brown
    Hair - White (with faint traces of Brown)
    Handedness - Right
    Known Languages* - Common, Druidic, Elven, Slyvan, Orcish, Gnomic

    That Lornallis is reaching his final decade of any real physical ability would be obvious to even most causal observers with scarcely more than a glance. Though he has trained well to keep his body in good shape for its age, the first serious signs of advanged aging are showing upon the aged druid. He is now little different in physical ability than the average villager. Where he parts from the common man, however, is in the strength of his mind. If anything, the wisdom of his bygone decades of life have made the man more wily than he ever was at his son's age.

    As he had lived a fairly mundane life, for a druid, until scarcely two weeks ago, most of Lornallis' bodily appearance any few instantly recognizable traits. Rather, the man's appearance as a whole is that of someone unusual simply for travelling in the often dangerous lands at such an advanced-looking relative age.

    *In addition to his native languages, Lornallis has made a hobby of studying numerous other languages over the years (represented by the craft weapons ability at a ratio of 2 ranks to one new language) - expect this listing to continue to grow regularly if he survives to higher levels of ability, and the DMs don't have a problem with the language asked for.


  • Reviewed - XP Pending.


  • (( And since I hadn't realized I had forgotten a very important aspect earlier… Wonder how much I can write before I need to head out today. ^_^; ))

    Character Motivations - Having spend the majority of his lifetime serving as a leader to his small group of people, Lornallis (perhaps rightly) feels that he has a much better idea to the true needs of others than most of the youngbloods currectly adventuring. Partly through being a little less mysterious and tending of often mundane seeming life concerns, this man has constructed a somewhat liberal view on civilized life. Only the attempted widespread, flagrant abuse and destruction of nature or some of its most unique, irreplacable gifts would be enough to truly provoke his ire. In a possible irony he would actually feel a stronger kinship to a relatively innocent huntsman living day to day than an extremist druid that would allow so little encrochment into the prisine lands as to impose an imaginary barrier to life.

    Though he has spent at much time in recent weeks fighting in lethal combat as he had ever in all of his previous years of life, and has as such become even more keenly aware of his own mortality, he is still very willing to put his life on the line in the assistance of Narfell's Circle. He is painfully aware that at his age even training would only be able to carry him for another decade or so before his body would simply become too weak to allow him to act in any combative ability. Already he is getting too close to relying upon a walking staff for long treks for his comfort. Because of this natural degradation in his health, Lornallis is keenly interested in the shapeshifting powers of the more talented druids. After seeing older men then him slowly fade away in their beds, Lornallis wants nothing to do with such a miserable and cold end to his lifetime. Even dying far sooner in some forgotten field defending his Goddess' beliefs would now be a greater final comfort to the aging druid.