Post by Dro on Oct 31, 2009 22:08:41 GMT -5
Rynnt Ran'yyl was born to Dryyl and Sahl Ran of Mirkwood. As he grew, he became restless, unable to abide by the rules of the king, Thranduil. Thranduil began to dispise Rynnt dispite the close bond of friendship shared by Rynnt and Legolas, son of Thranduil. Rynnt was a rebel, causing chaos throughout Murkwood with his pranks and obvious disregard of the laws and traditions. But one day, Thranduil was given a golden opportunity. Word came from Elrond of Rivendell of a secret meeting. Thranduil, unable to leave his kingdom, sent his son Legolas in his stead. With the only obstacle removed from his way, Thranduil was free to banish Rynnt from Mirkwood forever. Rynnts parents begged Thranduil to reconsider, vowed that they would teach their son to follow in Sahl's footsteps as a leathercrafter, but Thranduil would hear none of it. With nowhere to go, Rynnt travelled the lands with nothing more than the clothes on his back and a staff carved from a stolen branch of a tree from the king's personal garden. He wandered the lands for 3 years, moving from town to town, doing small tasks in exchange for food and lodging. Then, one day, an inn keeper failed to keep his end of the bargain. He refused to allow Rynnt to stay in the inn dispite promising to do so if Rynnt would clean the stables. Outraged, Rynnt bludgeoned the inn keeper to death, stole the little gold he could find, and burned the inn to the ground. Fearful for his life, Rynnt ran into the dreaded Forest of Fangorn. Although he knew he was not welcome, he pressed on into the heart of the forest. After several hours, he stumbled into a clearing where a small hut stood. Sitting by a fire in front of the hut was a cloaked old man. Wary, Rynnt called out to the man. He didn't look up, but suddenly a branch from a nearby tree lashed out and struck Rynnt in the back, sending him sprawling in front of the fire. The man then stood and drew back his hood. He was a human, his silver hair and beard tangled and bushy. He bore several long scars on his face, and one hand was horrible burned. But it was his eyes that caught Rynnt's full attention. They were a deep green, and held the wisdom of age and the fierceness of a warrior. "What is your name, and where do you come from?" the man asked.
"I am Rynnt Ran'yyl, from the kingdom of Mirkwood, sir. I seek shelter and food. I will gladly pay for both."
"I have no use for gold, lad." replied the old man, "Now turn around and return from whence you came."
"I cannot. I was banished from Mirkwood and I cannot return to the outside world. I have done a horrible thing. I killed a man."
"We have all killed," the old man said.
"I have nowhere to go. Please, allow me to stay."
"Very well." said the old man, "You may stay for one night."
The next morning, Rynnt awoke the sound of snapping branches. Thinking there were mercenaries coming to kill him, he grabbed his staff and rushed out of the hut. However, it was not mercenaries. He stared in amazement as he watched tree branched twist and stretch, moving in intricate patterns without ever touching. And there, in the middle of them, was the old man, arms outstreched and moving in a pattern similar to the branches. He was a druid, master of all things that grow. For the next 4 years, the druid taught Rynnt his craft. He showed him how to manipulate trees and plants, how to command the aid of woodland creatures, and even to draw upon the energy of the earth to increase strength and heal wounds. He even promised to show Rynnt how to shapeshift. However, he passed into the next life before he was able. Rynnt remained at the hut for another year, practicing his skills. One day a pair of drows scouts wandered into his clearing. Rynnt, fearful for his life, used the trees to kill both drows. He took their sabers and the larger one's lochaber axe, and moved on for fear of a larger group following the scouts. He travelled to the land of Maethorodon and continued his study of the druid craft.
"I am Rynnt Ran'yyl, from the kingdom of Mirkwood, sir. I seek shelter and food. I will gladly pay for both."
"I have no use for gold, lad." replied the old man, "Now turn around and return from whence you came."
"I cannot. I was banished from Mirkwood and I cannot return to the outside world. I have done a horrible thing. I killed a man."
"We have all killed," the old man said.
"I have nowhere to go. Please, allow me to stay."
"Very well." said the old man, "You may stay for one night."
The next morning, Rynnt awoke the sound of snapping branches. Thinking there were mercenaries coming to kill him, he grabbed his staff and rushed out of the hut. However, it was not mercenaries. He stared in amazement as he watched tree branched twist and stretch, moving in intricate patterns without ever touching. And there, in the middle of them, was the old man, arms outstreched and moving in a pattern similar to the branches. He was a druid, master of all things that grow. For the next 4 years, the druid taught Rynnt his craft. He showed him how to manipulate trees and plants, how to command the aid of woodland creatures, and even to draw upon the energy of the earth to increase strength and heal wounds. He even promised to show Rynnt how to shapeshift. However, he passed into the next life before he was able. Rynnt remained at the hut for another year, practicing his skills. One day a pair of drows scouts wandered into his clearing. Rynnt, fearful for his life, used the trees to kill both drows. He took their sabers and the larger one's lochaber axe, and moved on for fear of a larger group following the scouts. He travelled to the land of Maethorodon and continued his study of the druid craft.
