Rudha-an of Rowandale

As I enter the tavern my mind wanders off to the forests of Rowandale like
it usually does when I find myself in an uncomfortable situation. The tavern
is loud, full of people and stinks of old ale and rebreathed air. But I have
been traveling the lands for too long on my own and need to find companions
which can help me to explore the nature and secrets of the evil which drove
me of my homeland.

Centuries ago my family, being close to the king of our long forgotten
realm, was entrusted with the wellbeing of all that lives in Rowandale and
the mountains surrounding it. But the thick forests and purling streams
started to fade away when I was young and an unknown evil started to gnaw on
the roots of the trees my family had protected for generations. Being raised
in the ways of nature I was sent out to learn more about its source and to
find a cure. That was a long time ago.

My ultimate goal is to go back and reclaim what was lost. After countless
years of exploring the wilderness without any result, the dangers ahead and
the task at hand force me to find companions with whom I can explore these
lands. A party of five, weathered and interesting looking, makes me shift
back to the here and now. I ask one of the humans in the group whether I
could sit down, and after he invites me to do so, I tell him my name:
Rudha-an of Rowandale.

After discussing the coming plans of the party, the group is quite
happy to have a guardian druid on board. I think this for me is the perfect
opportunity to seek for what was long lost and help the forces of nature to
gain back control over all beings. "I am the seeker. I am the stalker. I am
the storm."