We finally arrived at the place called the "Isle of Storms". I was relieved - listening to the philosophy of Rolant, a paladin of the Guardians, was tiresome. You might be asking why I willingly travelled with this agent of the Towns. Like other druids, I had no love for civilization. This new threat, however, was far greater than the power of these Towns, and if left unchecked would eventually allow the Brotherhood to triumph. As long as I did enough to keep civilization fighting itself, my mission would be complete. As soon as the boat arrived, I was met with the casual gaze of two well-built soldiers. They were not hostile to me. "Forces of evil! You will be destroyed!" Rolant immediately charged a surprised soldier, knocking him down with his greatsword. Forced into combat, I needed to help. I did not want to damage my travelling companion with my spells, who was in melee with these formidable fighters and might take offence to my actions. Yet if I did nothing, Rolant would fall. A few seconds of thought was all that I needed. I quickly gave Rolant a protective spell and asked Nature for the power of earth. A cloud of dust enveloped the entire area, which soon encased the two soldiers in stone. "Well done - with such power, our just cause cannot fail." I sighed. "Of course." We continued towards the tower. -Excerpt from Island Expeditions by Arch Druid Kaerven, Original Member of the Circle of Temperance