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| Winged Wanderer, Raven Ranger |
| I am a ranger. I am a wanderer. I am known as Jack. I know of the war going on, but I find that I do not wish to be a part of it. I am content with traveling the world on my own, going where my wanderlust leads me, and not bothering with the world as a whole, though it seems that that is all about to change.
It all started that one fateful day when I was walking through the woods. I stumbled upon a great stag that was caught by his enormous antlers in a tangle of vines and brush. It was a bounty that I may never come upon again. I raised my bow, meaning to kill the animal, but then something came over me, like one of the fits of wanderlust that I suffer so frequently, and I could not come to kill the noble beast. At great risk to my own life, I approached the desperately thrashing beast and with my dagger I cut the vegetation that bound him. Strangely the stag did not rush off as soon as he was freed but looked into my eyes for what seemed like a very long time, and then ran off. That night, when I was sitting at the campfire sometime after I had eaten some of the dried meat that I still had at the time, an owl suddenly flew into the clearing. I looked at it and I could see the same look in its eyes that had been in the stag’s. The owl flew away and then I excused myself to bed for it was very late. That night when I slept I had a very strange dream. In my dream my encounter with the stag was repeated, although instead of a stag it was a man with antlers who was trapped. He thanked me for rescuing him and he gave me a gift in thanks. It is a stone with a strange glyph upon it. When I looked up to tell the man that the gift is more than enough thanks, I see him change into an owl right before my eyes and then he flies away screeching with laughter. It was strange; I thought I could hear him saying something like ‘a ranger who doesn’t have the heart to kill a stag, ha.’ I then suddenly awoke to the sound of a screeching owl as it flies away into the distance. ‘It was only a dream’ I laughed, but in my hand I found the glyph stone from my dream. I set it aside, and soon fell back asleep. The rest of the night was dreamless. The next morning, I took the glyph in my hand and I felt a sudden surge. I still can’t quite explain it, but it gave me this urge that was greater than even all of my past feelings of wanderlust put together. Over time I was able to better understand this new energy that flowed from the glyph and I found out how to change into a raven. A form which I greatly enjoy because of the ability to fly and the feeling of freedom I get when I take to the air. I now seek to enter Loreroot, the land that is the home of this magic, so that I may learn more of this wild magic. But before I can enter Loreroot I need to gain a better understanding of one more thing: the guards that stand at the gates of Loreroot.
I am a ranger. I am a wanderer. I am a raven. I am the winged wanderer. I am the raven ranger. I know there is a war going on, and I find myself getting closer to joining it every day. I am no longer content with just going where my wanderlust takes me, for I have found something that is far stronger. I am now irrevocably connected to Loreroot by the wild magic that is now a part of me. |
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