Then suddenly the wall busts through. Standing there is a anthromorphic cat. He is wearing a black cloak and carrying a big ole stick.
"Fear me and my big ole stick!" and he starts hitting random, not so innocent bystanders. "I want my money back on this necklace that my wife hates!" When there is no answer he continues to hit people. Then a kind old man walks up to him and asks of his name. "My name is Stick Cat, king of the northern feline tribe." The kind old man punches him, he is knocked out.

OOC: TOTPD

<GM's Note: Then I'll say those are merely religious texts, not scrolls of power.>

Thurendel came out from behind a tree carrying an oaken staff in his right hand and holding a sapping in his left. He walked up to Coren and said: "Greetings, Coren. I am Thruendel, Archdruid and Steward of this forest. I've not seen the like of your kind before, stranger, but The Oakfather sees no malice in you, so neither do I. You hail from a far away place... a place, apparently, where no Druid dwells. I would send one of my apprentices there to watch over The Balance and to bring harmony there. If I can touch your mind, I can know the way there, that I might send an emisarry. Would you allow this?"

Eruantian cried as long and hard as humanly(or possibly elvenly) possible. Eruantian decided to tell the rest of his story.

"I was ashamed of myself" he admitted "Ashamed of what I was and of what I had done. All I had left was that ring, much like when we left Targos. I had not shown it to anyone since then. I did not even wear it for years."

"I followed a caravan to Targos, which is where I lived ever since" Eruantian recalled the events after the incident "Sam, the bartender, was kind enough to give me a job in the kitchen. For years, he was like a father to me. He didn't know it, but was thanks to his cooking and catering lessons that I eventually found a practical use for the ring."

"Everything I had known was gone, so I looked to the unknown" Eruantian stated nostalgically "I learned elvish and I studied as much about Suldeneselar as possible. I even studied myths of Arctic Elves from the coldest mountains of the elvish empire, who I thought to be my real ancestors. Books are expensive and hard to come by, but I didn't care; I had to know."

"And then all of this happened" Eruantian remarked in aggitation "Everything was taken away from me again. I never knew my real parents, I killed my adoptive parents, the life I built for myself in Targos burned down, and the two decades I lived in the ring's arctic realm never happened. In any and every case, the ring was all that survived."

Eruantian came to a realization. He stood and pondered "Perhaps... Perhaps such is my lot in life... Yes, I realize now that my life is unimportant. The reason why I can't make a life for myself, why it was all taken away again and again, is because it's not about me. It all revolves around the ring."

Eruantian grimly determined "It's time I stopped hiding in some house, living a fantasy, or moping around due to my losses. When I get the ring back, I won't rest until the Drow are stopped, even if it kills me. I have nothing left, so I have nothing to lose; nothing to live for."

Edited: Accidentally left out a word.

<Happy 100th page Operation Storyteller!!
A few hints for TCT: No real world references, even as a joke. Keep the level of technology toned down according to GM specifications (see the first page). Follow these and you'll be fine.>

[OOC: Sarge, is it possible that Marcus could find another weapon to take advantage of his new ability? I was thinking a flail that he would wear on his tail. That rhymed. ]

{ Also, Sarge, muchos typos in that little plot recap post...annnd you failed to mention where Acedia came in. o_O I don't remember which tavern she joined the group at...the one at the logging town, I think. It's not really that important of a detail to anyone but me, though >.> }