Every day a warrior is born, a knight of death is rolled. The axe of blood is picked up, battle cries and eyes foreseeing many deaths. Talents of war are studied, so they too can stand tall and fight the anguish and the pain of the fallen soldiers that once came before them. These arenas filled with warriors are simply nothing without the keepers of safety that lurk from a distance. Behind the leaves and mist stands a noble balanced healer, the oral communicator between civilized mortals and Celtic gods. A shape shifting lord of alchemy, an ancestors of solar energy may be overlooked, but, the outcast, the hermit, the mage of nature are forever needed within this war of life. Forever needed to keep the warriors safe from seeing their own brutal demise.
For we are the Druids! The Druids of War.
-MYG