The Druid - #4

The giant undead footsteps sent shivers through the ground into the trees. The elf druid stood at the edge of the woods, fists clenched and brows furrowed. Lines of worry creased his ageless face.

He knelt down and drew a symbol of Ehlonna upon the earth. "By the name of the Lady, for the good of the land, I call thee forth Lords of the earth. Come from the grounds to fend off our foes."

With a slap of his hand on the symbol, the ground began to rumble. Cracks streaked and lined the earth along the edge of the woods.

Huge hulking earth elementals sprouted out of the ground. Their grim stony visages remained still as the ground from which they sprung out. Each guardian stood over nine feet tall, hunched over, long lumbering arms ending in large diamond studded fists.

"What have you called us for Servant of the Lady?" Came a low rumbling voice much like the sound of gravel grinding against stone.

"A giant abomination of unlife threatens the Woods of Vilsrough. Aid me oh great Lord of Stone. In the name of the Lady I have called upon you."

Another rumble shook the ground. "Yes. I can feel the creature's presence. Its every footstep burns my belly. I shall aid you in this little endeavour of yours elf. But I will expect something in return for this favour."

The druid nodded in understanding. "As always."

A little rustle in the bushes behind pulled his attention away from the earth. It was his canine companion. The wolf padded over silently to his side, a soft low growl escaping its throat.

"A great evil approaches dear friend. And I fear the worst." Said the druid. He got up and took out the holy symbol from his pocket. More preparations needed to be done.

Two great leaps upwards and a gentle swing brought him a good fifteen feet above the ground. Crouched upon a sturdy branch, he began to chant.

His melodious voice chimed upon the wind, calling. A slow, steady breeze blew through the trees and carried with them the sounds of creaking branches and groaning trees. The breeze grew in strength, following the lead of the druid's voice as it rose to a crescendo. As he ended, the winds died down.

Satisfied, he swung down the perch. "Now, we wait."

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