The old Druid looked out on the assembled people that he was sworn to take care of. He knew that this was his moment. He would be shining in the eyes of all the people.
He picked up his staff. Waving it over his head, he chanted in nonsense that he learned at the school “Boon kwoert franden… Sumanet frewknot potemn!” while he looked for the sure sign that the storm was about to start. To them, he knew it looked as though he were summoning the rain. But it was just mummery. He was actually doing nothing.
Many of you have read at one time or another about the supposed powers of the Druids. If you notice, in the RP threads, I limit myself to something less than what the old Druids were rumored to be able to do. This has many reasons. The primary among these is because I want my character Daven to be somewhat believable. The other reasons don’t matter now, only this one.
I do this in an attempt to portray the Druids as real people, not personages out of the Mabinogion or the Irish myth cycles. Gwydion may have been a wonder as a magician, but I believe that his powers, while not fake, were probably significantly less than what we are led to believe.