Druid of the Moon
The moon that night was the brightest it has been for weeks, illuminating the night sky and casting an iridescent glow upon the land. Narnisus stood upon a wooden outcrop that penetrated the thick forest into a clearing of night sky, observing the moon's breadth and fullness from his ever-distant position. The light of the moon shimmered upon him and his elaborate apparel he had adorned. He was clad in dark studded leather that consisted most of his attire, ranging from natural browns to greens in shade. His cloak hung from his neck and fell to his emblazoned boots. The golden trim of the green cloak reflected the moon's light, sparkling in the wind as the cloth flailed wildly about. His long hair also caught the wind's violent gust, reflecting the moon's light off the locks of green.
Narnisus gripped his staff to counter the wind's disturbing effect. He kept his focus, his gaze never leaving the lunar glow of the moon. Its bright light seemed to change Narnisus as he began to drift from reality. The pigment in his eyes faded as they grew whiter by the second. Soon enough, they became two bright orbs of pale white. Narnisus channeled the energy until suddenly his eyes exploded with light, a lunar glow that mimicked the moon's. Narnisus remained unyielding and impassive. He continued to grip his staff as the wind's violent gust continued its assault on the loose cloth and long hair. His trance like state lasted a few moments until he closed his eyes and the glow of the moon that emitted from them ceased. The wind that battered Narnisus also ushered in an overcast of clouds. The moon's light itself had suddenly been choked with the clouds and a shroud of darkness covered the land. Narnisus held his staff tightly and slowly opened his eyes. They had regained their hazel hue and no longer emitted a glow. After a brief pause, he plunged from the wooden outcrop into the dark of the forest below to escape the violent gusts.
The forest was thick with foliage that twisted and gnarled to create the forest floor. The roots of the forest grew everywhere and left little earth to walk upon. Narnisus found a large root that curled away from the ground. He used it for a short rest and sat with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. A few moments later, an aura began to emit from him, radiating outward. The wood and trees that surrounded the area seemed to absorb the atmosphere that surrounded him and the trees themselves emanated a natural miasma, merging with his own.
Narnisus concentration was disturbed after a crack of a twig was suddenly heard out of sight and within the darkness. Narnisus slowly opened his eyes, peering in the direction that the mysterious sound came from. He could find nothing. Then, he heard a loud shuffle from the opposite direction. He quickly turned and found an immense figure that jumped out from the shadows toward him. He swiftly reacted and threw his hand in the air as the aura of life that surrounded him dispersed. At the same time the forest floor parted and great wooden roots unearthed, twisting up into the air to catch the attacking figure. The roots entangled themselves around the body of the intruder, subduing it within a ray of moonlight to reveal its identity.
"I should've known," Narnisus said to the helpless orc. "The foul smell of you thieving orcs should have been enough for me to detect you."
Suddenly a loud roar was heard in the darkness, "get 'im boyz! Make 'im pay!"
The loud cry alerted Narnisus. He didn't hesitate to waste time and fled the area, jumping from tree root to tree root. He didn't want to fight until he knew what he was up against. A small mob of nasty creatures, known as orcs, began to chase him. Their chants were heard as their war cries were roared. Narnisus jumped from one root to the next and soon enough, climbed the twisted limbs of the forest, gaining higher grounds. Sure enough he reached the canopy where the moon revealed itself once again and shined its glow all over the forest. He peered over his shoulder toward the chasing band of orcs and found three of the creatures following behind. This was his chance. Landing on a firm limb, he turned to face the trio. With focused energy drawn from the moon, he braced his hands together and obtained a powerful essence. He released the energy upon one of the marauding orcs and in a flash, a beam of glowing moonlight materialized from out of the sky and dispersed in an instant. The hapless orc fell from the canopy, scorched and burned, into the darkness below, immediately halting the other two in their tracks. They looked helplessly at their fallen comrade and back toward Narnisus.
"Argh! Get 'im! Rip out 'is innards!" one of the creatures cried. The two orcs raced toward him, climbing their way through the broad limbs.
Narnisus stood his ground and brandished his staff. The orcs grew nearer and nearer. They jumped at him trying to flank their enemy. Narnisus swung his staff upward and cracked his foe in the jaw, simultaneously catching the other orc with his staff unable to stop his fall. The orc landed atop Narnisus as the two grappled between his staff. The orc's anger and hate was apparent through his expression until Narnisus shared the same rage, able to convert his growing rage into natural power. The more his anger grew the sooner his eyes suddenly grew bright and his hands exploded with energy channeled from his wrath. A bright green essence surrounded his hands. The orc grew fearful but would not relinquish his grip. Then, Narnisus pushed his hands toward the orc's body from below and released an explosion of blue light that launched the orc into the sky. Its lifeless body crashed through the leaves and branches and landed on the next tree limb away, sweltered and charred.
Narnisus lifted himself up with his staff to recover from his ordeal. He regained his composure and returned to his normal state. The orc he had cracked his staff upon had broken its jaw and writhed in pain near by. The orc's anguish and disbelief was apparent. It struggled to speak.
"Wh… What the 'ell are you?" the orc wondered distastefully.
Narnisus walked over to the orc and knelt down. He grabbed a hat the orc wore and adorned it upon himself. He looked toward the moon, full and bright, and back at the orc mercifully, deciding to spare the orc a parting statement. "I am called a druid," he said, "a Druid of the Moon!"