On druids and dorfs
I'm actually playing a dwarf druid in a Pathfinder play-by-post game.
He's a miner. Grew up with a pick in his hand, saw it grow from a little one-shaft deal to a prosperous mining town - and grew up watching the life under the surface. He learned the ways of the mushroom and mold, of the soft whisperings of earthworms and moles, to love the feel of rock and soil under his feet and above his head.
He's travelling now, far from home, but on his back is a loving gift, filled with the fruits of his finest mushroom crops, and a tiny vial carried close to his heart with the earth from his front doorstep.
Other druids love plants; dwarf druids love the earth.
He's a miner. Grew up with a pick in his hand, saw it grow from a little one-shaft deal to a prosperous mining town - and grew up watching the life under the surface. He learned the ways of the mushroom and mold, of the soft whisperings of earthworms and moles, to love the feel of rock and soil under his feet and above his head.
He's travelling now, far from home, but on his back is a loving gift, filled with the fruits of his finest mushroom crops, and a tiny vial carried close to his heart with the earth from his front doorstep.
Other druids love plants; dwarf druids love the earth.