The Druid of The Dead

This the tale of Orinthaor, Son of Dalorn and Dalom. Elven mage of Durinthin and Druid of Skarrad.

When I was born the seas were not blue or green or even red. The seas were just clear and from there clarity I was conceived. They raised me from the depths tgrough spells long lost to the mists of time, and tasked me with the naming of all things.

The Sea was the Sea, ocean, waves, and currents. The properties of it wet, warm cold, salty, sweet, frigid, tasteful and tasteless, and finnally the font, ended, revealed, and so much more.
The Gods and God they had me nam4 along with every star and heavenly body.
The trees, plants, animals, and all beings of the world I was tasked to name.

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