A Druid’s Lost Journal

I believe I may have found the answer to a great conundrum of we Druids. Though I have spent my life toiling these long years alone in the Realms, searching for Spirits, speaking to them as I am able, there are a great many that have remained ever beyond my grasp. Carnute, Bucca, Elder Eoten. They turn their backs to me, deaf to my pleas, yet I hear tell of a spiritualist by the name of Ludivine Saint-Clair roaming a distant Realm known as the Hollowed Moor. She works beside both Hermetics and my fellow Druids, and has made incredible strides where I have failed, truly a curious woman. Initially, I doubted her legitimacy. Charlatans abound to threaten the legacy of the old ways, but now I stand convinced. She is a practitioner of Louisiana Voodoo, something beyond the scope of my knowledge, though it intrigues me greatly. Her beliefs bear striking resemblance to my own, focusing substantially on communion with Spirits. Where we have our ceremonial dress, floor drawn symbols, ritual dance, so too do the Voodooiennes. I hear Ludivine may even utilise methods abandoned by Druids. Mayhaps I keep an ear out for further rumours, see what more I can learn.

In my search for Ludivine, I find yet further correlation. She communes with the spirits through animal sacrifice. Though many of simple mind find this notion disquieting, we Druids are no stranger to such practice. Before our order’s suppression in the 16th century, the Arch Druid himself was called upon to sacrifice his life each year as part of a grand ritual, after which our next leader was named. This must be a fundamental element, the loss of which has caused our Druidic magick to dwindle bit by bit. With Ludivine’s life-blood offerings, she has had more direct interaction with Realm Spirits than I could ever dream. Any who would laud the scientific method, take heed. Here we have living proof that nature is truly infinite in its possibility, if one only knows how to wield it. And wield it she does. Would that I could see her work with my own eyes… It is decided. I will sleuth out her passage through the Realms and entreat her to work with me. Though I do not wish to appear over eager, I can scarcely imagine returning to my lonesome endeavours, knowing a practitioner of such confounding, awe-inspiring skill evades me.