Post by Mordenkaiken's Guinevere on Sept 18, 2013 23:38:50 GMT
"The time my blood accidentally spilled onto the diary, all my great grandfather's journal entires disappeared, leaving me with blank pages. I guess I should write about my own. This will be my first entry on my great grandfather's (now mine, I guess) diary. Fast forward to my recruitment in the Blackspear Legion. I was "initiated" into the group by participating in a hunt together with Effigy and Sentar. I have hunted deers in my father's hunting grounds, so I'm confident this will be a cinch. I never realized how fragile my confidence was. It easily broke when I found out that we're hunting bears. Bears! Ferocious black bears. I can't believe I heard Effigy grumbling, "Not even a dozen". I counted out 11. Now how in tarnation can we defeat 11 bears? Better yet, how can we survive? Sentar rose to the front and started casting a spell. I saw him wave his hands - no, it looked more like a talon, feathers sprouted all over his body, and he reduced into size. After the transformation is complete, I find myself staring at a hawk, which I honestly believed winked at us before taking flight toward the bears. After several minutes of hovering over the bears, he seem to have gotten friendly with one bear which followed him. Unfortunately, his brother bears followed. Fortunately, not all of them - just six. Just six? What am I thinking? I think that's still more than we can chew. Effigy does not seem to share the same sentiment. Though he is commanding his dire wolf to stay, the bloodlust in his eyes betray his bearly contained eagerness to engage these savage animals in battle." Still I don't know what we'll happen with this hunt - do we get bear rugs to be spread in front of our hearths, or do we get bear hugs? I'd rather not think about getting into a warm albeit deadly embrace.
Flames suddenly erupted from where the hostile bears are, jolting me out my musings. Druid magic, I reckon. This is it. My loyal steed seems to share my resolve, as his previous skittishness is all but gone. The rush of adrenaline takes over and throws away all unnecessary worries that could prove fatal in combat. Effigy brought himself out in the open, as if inviting all the bears to come after him -- which they did. I immediately made myself useful. Several minutes, a few wrestling bouts and a handful of thunderous charges later, we have eliminated all the bears except for Sentar's "friend". The victory, rather than boosting my confidence, just made me realize how big the realms is. This hunt is a good lesson for me. I'd best run along now and look for this so-called Band of the Hawks. Quyote's directions says we'll be rendezvousing somewhere...hmmm. Better take a rest and figure this out tomorrow when my head is clearer.
Flames suddenly erupted from where the hostile bears are, jolting me out my musings. Druid magic, I reckon. This is it. My loyal steed seems to share my resolve, as his previous skittishness is all but gone. The rush of adrenaline takes over and throws away all unnecessary worries that could prove fatal in combat. Effigy brought himself out in the open, as if inviting all the bears to come after him -- which they did. I immediately made myself useful. Several minutes, a few wrestling bouts and a handful of thunderous charges later, we have eliminated all the bears except for Sentar's "friend". The victory, rather than boosting my confidence, just made me realize how big the realms is. This hunt is a good lesson for me. I'd best run along now and look for this so-called Band of the Hawks. Quyote's directions says we'll be rendezvousing somewhere...hmmm. Better take a rest and figure this out tomorrow when my head is clearer.