Druid of the Eight Order

Standing watch at the sacrificial altar in Britain, the lone Druid priestwatched the storm build up around him. It was the summer Equinox,and the fullest full moon he had ever seen. Hed been waiting for whatseemed hours within the ring of monolithic rocks, feeling the power ofthe storm grow.With each bolt of lightning, the force of energy contained insidethe altar seemed to double in strength. The young Druid could see theflow of blue fire, as it passed from upright column to the next. A ringof horrendous force beyond anything he has ever seen. Being an Eightlevel master but only twenty-five years old, he hadnt had much time todo anything.Hed been tutored by the last of the great masters, all Level twelves,as well as being well past the hundred-year mark! They stood facinghim now, their backs to each of the tall support posts. One for each ofthe twelve massive blocks of granite, which made up the druidical circlethey now, stood in.