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<blockquote data-quote="Stockdale" data-source="post: 1428084" data-attributes="member: 3367"><p><strong>Session Two - Part A</strong></p><p></p><p>---------------------------</p><p>This session introduces Imija - Ranger 1, played by a 11 year old boy.</p><p>--------------------------</p><p></p><p> After Sir Jebidiah recovered from his injuries in the encounter with the boar, the party set off for Apple Island. According to the Pelor page Adian Pym, Apple Island lay a short distance off the main road in the foothills Southeast of Hardby. Pym assured them that it would be no more than a days walk from Muffin’s Honor to Orchard Lake. </p><p> Magus and Pym walked together for most of the trip. By midday, their conversation had become heat. It seemed that Magus did not believe that Pym really knew the distance to Apple Island or even where it was. They stopped for lunch, where the disagreement became heated. Magus thought he knew where he was going. Magus petitioned Sir Jebidiah and Megena to leave Pym to his own devices and follow him to Apple Island. Megena and Jebidiah exchanged a quick look and Sir Jebidiah spoke. </p><p> “you go on ahead and scout the way for us. We’ll talk Pym into it while we finish with lunch.”</p><p></p><p>With that Magus picked up his staff and left his comrades to clean up lunch. He knew where they were going no matter what anyone else thought. As he disappeared into the woods, Sir Jebidiah spoke again to no one in particular. “Give him a few minutes. He’ll be back before we clean up from lunch.”</p><p></p><p>* * * *</p><p></p><p>Rumor has had it that bands of elves inhabit the forests south of Greyhawk. It is believed that the so-called wild elves had a disagreement with the majority of their race in the before-time and disappeared into the woods. Rumors of wild elf sightings circulate periodically, but many people believe, if you can really believe such things, that anyone seeing a wild elf would be dead before the sight registered with the brain.</p><p> In the wild, saplings grow into trees given enough years and sufficient nurturing. Nonetheless, saplings are always threatened by harsh weather before they grow into trees. Harsh weather is what called now.</p><p> “Imija! Come in here, my sapling” The elder said. He was a crumpled old elf. His bark face beaten with the sun and wind of more seasons than Imija’s mother could remember. Imija stood a little straighter as he appeared by D’Jime. He knew what this was. Today was his day. Today he would be tested.</p><p>“Today you become a tree.” Imija couldn’t help but smile.</p><p>The old elf continued, “Balance in our forest is no longer right. The owlbear population is threatened. There is a sick beast amongst the herd. You will cull the beast and protect the forest from further spread of the sickness.”</p><p>“Cull the Owlbear herd. Was the old man out of his mind!” thought Imija. “Yes, D’Jime. I will return with evidence of the deed or not return at all.” His voice did not quiver as he spoke the traditional response. With that the Elder dismissed Imija.</p><p>Upon returning to his bower, Imija gathered his things. He put on the green and brown studded leather, strapped on the dagger, and grabbed his bow and quiver. This was all he would need. He always traveled light, the best woodsmen did. Beside he really wasn’t all that strong – the other saplings even went so far as to call him weak. Today, they would see who was weak. Today he was tree.</p><p>He left the village without looking back. He was confident he would return successful. It did not take him long to pick up the beast’s track. Sick owlbears molted.</p><p></p><p>* * * *</p><p></p><p> Magus moved quickly in through the forest. It was not long before he was out of sight of the others. He saw the thing rise up out the underbrush. It was like nothing he’d ever been privy to before. As big as a bear, but covered with splotchy feathers. Its one red eye tasted him. Magus, still hyped after his almost single-handed victory over the boar, assumed the pack-of-hungry-dogs stance, and attacked. His attacks were not true. He was out of balance with himself.</p><p> The first clawed paw struck him hard. He dropped the staff. His arm throbbed. “It might be broken.” That thought was replaced when the second clawed paw tore into him, and he screamed. As the beast brought the screaming human to its maw, Magus saw the first arrow sink into the owlbear’s shoulder. There wasn’t time to see the second arrow land before his faced was pecked away.</p><p></p><p>* * * *</p><p></p><p> “Did you hear that?” Megena asked. “I heard a man scream. It came from that direction.” She pointed in the direction that Magus had gone. “Oh no!” She stood up, grabbed her staff and headed in that direction. Sir Jebidiah and Pym followed.</p><p></p><p>* * * * </p><p></p><p> Imija saw tracked the owlbear for several days. He hadn’t seen it until today, and the way it molted, he knew it was sick. Moreover, he thought loosing several more arrows, they don’t generally eat humans.</p><p> The owlbear turned toward Imija after two arrows struck it, forgetting its fresh kill. He gasped. It had one red eye in its bloody face. He calculated the distance between it and him. He figured two, maybe three shots before it gets here. It was only two shots, but both struck home.</p><p> Imija could feel its hot rotting breath as he loosed the third arrow. He was toe-to-toe with something three times his size. Weak, he thought. </p><p> The owlbear lunged toward him, but Imija was fast. What he lacked in strength, he made up for in speed. He drew the bow and readied a shot. He knew the animal would take the opening. Its claw tore into his leg, but did not break his concentration. He loosed the arrow. It struck the beast squarely in its one eye. The arrow pierced its brain, and the owlbear slumped to the ground.</p><p> “I AM A TREE.” He shouted as tossed aside the bow, and set upon the owlbear. He skinned the beast cleanly. He was putting on its gory hide, a mantle to his strength, when three strangers appeared – two human men and an elven woman. “What kind of elf would keep company with them.” He thought.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Stockdale, post: 1428084, member: 3367"] [B]Session Two - Part A[/B] --------------------------- This session introduces Imija - Ranger 1, played by a 11 year old boy. -------------------------- After Sir Jebidiah recovered from his injuries in the encounter with the boar, the party set off for Apple Island. According to the Pelor page Adian Pym, Apple Island lay a short distance off the main road in the foothills Southeast of Hardby. Pym assured them that it would be no more than a days walk from Muffin’s Honor to Orchard Lake. Magus and Pym walked together for most of the trip. By midday, their conversation had become heat. It seemed that Magus did not believe that Pym really knew the distance to Apple Island or even where it was. They stopped for lunch, where the disagreement became heated. Magus thought he knew where he was going. Magus petitioned Sir Jebidiah and Megena to leave Pym to his own devices and follow him to Apple Island. Megena and Jebidiah exchanged a quick look and Sir Jebidiah spoke. “you go on ahead and scout the way for us. We’ll talk Pym into it while we finish with lunch.” With that Magus picked up his staff and left his comrades to clean up lunch. He knew where they were going no matter what anyone else thought. As he disappeared into the woods, Sir Jebidiah spoke again to no one in particular. “Give him a few minutes. He’ll be back before we clean up from lunch.” * * * * Rumor has had it that bands of elves inhabit the forests south of Greyhawk. It is believed that the so-called wild elves had a disagreement with the majority of their race in the before-time and disappeared into the woods. Rumors of wild elf sightings circulate periodically, but many people believe, if you can really believe such things, that anyone seeing a wild elf would be dead before the sight registered with the brain. In the wild, saplings grow into trees given enough years and sufficient nurturing. Nonetheless, saplings are always threatened by harsh weather before they grow into trees. Harsh weather is what called now. “Imija! Come in here, my sapling” The elder said. He was a crumpled old elf. His bark face beaten with the sun and wind of more seasons than Imija’s mother could remember. Imija stood a little straighter as he appeared by D’Jime. He knew what this was. Today was his day. Today he would be tested. “Today you become a tree.” Imija couldn’t help but smile. The old elf continued, “Balance in our forest is no longer right. The owlbear population is threatened. There is a sick beast amongst the herd. You will cull the beast and protect the forest from further spread of the sickness.” “Cull the Owlbear herd. Was the old man out of his mind!” thought Imija. “Yes, D’Jime. I will return with evidence of the deed or not return at all.” His voice did not quiver as he spoke the traditional response. With that the Elder dismissed Imija. Upon returning to his bower, Imija gathered his things. He put on the green and brown studded leather, strapped on the dagger, and grabbed his bow and quiver. This was all he would need. He always traveled light, the best woodsmen did. Beside he really wasn’t all that strong – the other saplings even went so far as to call him weak. Today, they would see who was weak. Today he was tree. He left the village without looking back. He was confident he would return successful. It did not take him long to pick up the beast’s track. Sick owlbears molted. * * * * Magus moved quickly in through the forest. It was not long before he was out of sight of the others. He saw the thing rise up out the underbrush. It was like nothing he’d ever been privy to before. As big as a bear, but covered with splotchy feathers. Its one red eye tasted him. Magus, still hyped after his almost single-handed victory over the boar, assumed the pack-of-hungry-dogs stance, and attacked. His attacks were not true. He was out of balance with himself. The first clawed paw struck him hard. He dropped the staff. His arm throbbed. “It might be broken.” That thought was replaced when the second clawed paw tore into him, and he screamed. As the beast brought the screaming human to its maw, Magus saw the first arrow sink into the owlbear’s shoulder. There wasn’t time to see the second arrow land before his faced was pecked away. * * * * “Did you hear that?” Megena asked. “I heard a man scream. It came from that direction.” She pointed in the direction that Magus had gone. “Oh no!” She stood up, grabbed her staff and headed in that direction. Sir Jebidiah and Pym followed. * * * * Imija saw tracked the owlbear for several days. He hadn’t seen it until today, and the way it molted, he knew it was sick. Moreover, he thought loosing several more arrows, they don’t generally eat humans. The owlbear turned toward Imija after two arrows struck it, forgetting its fresh kill. He gasped. It had one red eye in its bloody face. He calculated the distance between it and him. He figured two, maybe three shots before it gets here. It was only two shots, but both struck home. Imija could feel its hot rotting breath as he loosed the third arrow. He was toe-to-toe with something three times his size. Weak, he thought. The owlbear lunged toward him, but Imija was fast. What he lacked in strength, he made up for in speed. He drew the bow and readied a shot. He knew the animal would take the opening. Its claw tore into his leg, but did not break his concentration. He loosed the arrow. It struck the beast squarely in its one eye. The arrow pierced its brain, and the owlbear slumped to the ground. “I AM A TREE.” He shouted as tossed aside the bow, and set upon the owlbear. He skinned the beast cleanly. He was putting on its gory hide, a mantle to his strength, when three strangers appeared – two human men and an elven woman. “What kind of elf would keep company with them.” He thought. [/QUOTE]
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