They call me a Hero, but all I did was use my magic to create water channels and canals, along with spells of purification so the water is always completely clean and created special sewer systems so waste water will flow away from this town, through marshes with powerful purifying spells and tons of plans to clean away and waste so that the water is cleaned before it goes to the river.
I'm not a hero. Please stop calling me one. -- Anon Guest
All I did was fix the local leyflow. Nothing big. A thousand little things that built up to... well. I should explain.
First, the fountain on the mountainside. If I hadn't moved the rocks from the last landslide, it could have created a hazardous eruption and flood downstream. The blocking stones were arranged for stability and would soon become shelter and habitat for several local animals.
Of course, the downstream riverbeds had clogged with debris, so clearing them to reduce damage was my next work. The stagnant pools cleared, and the fish would return in due course. Best to let the system heal on its own. Forcing it would only cause more stress. There would be insects and frogs before the fish returned to balance them, and birds would proliferate, too.
The next issue was the farmsteads and villages. Befouling the river water with their effluvium. Of course I had to direct all that through swamp systems, and because there were humans nearby, I enlisted the help of some Water Elves and Kautl to defend them. Or at least make them appear inhabited so that Humans didn't 'improve' them.
I didn't pay any attention at all to what was happening with the established settlements, I was just balancing the order of nature so it was no longer in distress.
I didn't particularly care about any of that.
I only learned about it all when I was supervising the outflow into the ocean, making certain that it was all working to generate its proper leyflow again.
They snatched me up without a word seeking permission and carried me, cheering. All the way to some enormous town where, according to the stuffed importances with gold on their heads, I had saved the realm from a famine.
I didn't care about their realm. I said so. To their faces.
It didn't stop them.
For reasons all their own, they love me and call me a hero.
I'm just a Druid trying to help maintain the balance.
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