Fey Druid

Pilfered pegasi, magic marauders, and a cursed clock ticking down to a Celtic Armageddon. Could things get any worse for this irreverent, gun-slinging druid master?

Colin McCool here, back from the Hellpocalypse to revive the druid order and save all humankind.

The first step? Mentoring new druids. But to do that, I’ll need a place to train them.

So, I stole a fortress and some land from the Fae gods in Underhill. Then I turned it into my new druid academy and planted a magic oak in the middle.

But wouldn’t you know it? The gods have decided they want it back. The nerve, amirite?

Suddenly, some Elric wannabe is knocking at my front door, and a bounty-hunting rakshasa's hot on my tail. To top it off, my immortal benefactor won’t help me out until I do his dirty deeds.

Am I worried? Meh. The real question is, can I make things any worse?

I prefer to look on the bright side, but as we say in Texas… hold my beer.