Diplomatic immunity

Key: Mike43
Name: Michael Weast Guenthner
Race: Human
Age:14.3
Rank/Skills/Ic Knowledge Applying For: Diplomatic Immunity
Rank/Skills/Ic Knowledge Previously Applied For:Blood-line
Intent With Rank/Skills/Knowledge: Pacifist to the max

Michael had sighed as he felt like he wasn't able to do much of anything. His thoughts on the few times he'd tried stopping people from fighting. Most of them coming from Alice attacking people. And each time he had been unable to sway them. It'd gotten to the point where he was cut down by their blade. He hadn't even fought back.

He sat down by his hut just listening to nature. The druid meditating as he normally did. Learning the secretes of the woods. As he did he felt it calling to him. Before long he opened his eyes and he was in a forest. A lake before him. A strong spirit before him. He looked  at it before hearing a voice

“Young Man of the woods, i've been watching you. And in my time i've seen that you preach peace, yet bare no arms to defend yourself. How is it you plan to spread this peace you seek with out violence?”  it asked as Michael stood there

He was in thought, he didn't know how to answer. “Im not sure, but i've got to try, if nothing else. . . I will continue to do so till it kills me”  he said truthfully. The spirit looking at him, as if to ponder the strange druids intentions. The lad was a being of his word but he sensed something in him that made him hesitant but he hoped this meeting would change that.

“Well if you continue as you are, it surely will kill you. . .  But i've brought you here Druid to bestow a boon onto you, a Ward.” the being said before moving closer before placing a finger against Michael's forehead. Energy rushing over his astral being as an old magic was being brought forth. When the spirit finished he backed off. “The Ward of the Unchanging Wilds, it will protect you, but render you harmless to everyone, you may attempt your preaching of peace, but if thous around will listen, that's to be determined through your words” he said as the vision was ending.

Michale soon snapped from his meditation as he  felt the odd energy still there, his forehead pulsed a bit as the energy was coursing from there to the rest of his body. He honestly wasn't sure if this ward would make a difference but as the spirit had told him. It was up to his words and them alone to see his dream of peace come to be.