Oorang Solace

**Oorang Solace** (usually **Solace**) is the last living druid, currently traveling with Juniper Smith's party with the goal of finding a way to save the last remaining locus.

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> —Solace, Chapter 43: "In Search of a Quest"
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## Appearance

Solace is a short crantek woman. She has green skin and light brown hair. She always carries a long wooden staff and wears a cloak made of leaves. Later, she looks around five years old, with small antlers coming from her forehead.

## Personality

Solace keeps a smile on her face most of the time, despite her tragic past. Solace finds joy in seeing how others react to having certain subjects which must be danced around, or certain thoughts that must not be thought. As a druid, she dislikes order and systemization.

## Biography

Juniper's party initially encountered Solace in the middle of nowhere, near some train tracks. She had been waiting for them after casting the Zorisad Yosivun, a ritual meant to find those willing and someday capable of helping save the locus.Greychapel

## References

1. ↑ “This body is forty years old,” said Solace. “Young, by crantek standards. When I grow too old I perform the rite of Yaxukasu Axud, which allows me to be birthed again. I have lived for four hundred and eight years, across a number of bodies. The Lost King was before my time, sadly.”
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 45: "Keep Magic Weird"
2. ↑ There was no rushing train to greet us; instead there was a short woman with a cloak of leaves and a long staff, her skin green and hair a light brown, the race crantek if memory served.
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 42: "A Pleasant Interlude in Kansas"
3. ↑ I looked over at Solace. True to what the books had said, she was back to her five-year-old crantek body, with small antlers coming from her forehead as embellishment.
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 135: "Holding"
4. ↑ Solace placed a hand on my bare chest. She had a pleasant smile, most of the time, despite being four hundred years old and having apparently suffered through the fantasy equivalent of the Nazis, along with the deaths of everyone close to her and a life of hiding.
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 45: "Keep Magic Weird"
5. ↑ “I think that I can explain as we walk, without revealing anything,” said Solace. Her voice was higher, now that she was a child, but it still had the air of wisdom and age to it. “Juniper has said that the great virtue of my kind is saxud, ‘doublethink’ in his parlance. The part I find enjoyable is in seeing how others react to having certain subjects which must be danced around, or certain thoughts that must not be thought.”
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 108: "The Dream That Skewers"
6. ↑ “You were right that you don’t understand druids,” said Solace. She gestured to the locus. “It’s order that rankles. Systemization and understanding are anathema to a locus. This world in a bottle has just enough that’s wild and free to sustain the locus, and even then it bucks at me when I go about my work of keeping this place functional.” She ran her hand through her hair. “Do you know your history?”
—*Worth the Candle* Chapter 45: "Keep Magic Weird"