The Lost.

[bipolar bear]

Red Wizards..... Gnolls....Cold hands..... Pain.... loss...
Red Wizards .... Gnolls ..... Cold hands....Pain..... loss...

Every morning is the same dream.. if one could call it that..
Every morning searing pain of a bright light from the morning sun.
Every morning the feeling of great loss.. anger ... emptiness...

Loss of the glade.. the first time sence he was young that he had a home.
Anger ... at the hand that would not help him in fear of his own well being.
And an emptiness that is growing with in his heart..

Everyday seems to be no different. His prayers not making a difference. His
Soul becoming more and more indifferent..

Perhaps tommorow will be better..


(sorry folks, im not much of writer, but ill give it a shot.)

[bipolar bear]

Skirting the mouth of the crater, the woodsman hopes from shadow to shadow avoiding the beings below. Quiet and unseen is the order of the day.
Seeing a shadow on a ledge of terian near impossible to climb he focuses his thoughts on that shadow... Focus and concentration... The woodsman sinks into the shade of the bolder that covered his presences from the beings below. A heart beat passes and the woodsman is on the ledge ... Hidden in place thought unreachable...
As he watches the creatures below, as wisps of darkness curl around thier bodies he studies them quietly.... Patiently..... His mind drifts back to what was said to him by the elf wizerdess behind the second wind..... Shadow plane....
Here in this desolate place, no prayers are heard to his patron lord, and most likely not to anyone's. But he is fine with that, the woodsman has spent much time alone and near welcomes it. But for now he waits.... Watches..... Studies.... These creatures just yards below.


(please bear with me. Im writing this on a PlayBook)

[bipolar bear]

..... Blessed the half elf told him.. it would be hard to believe it a blessing... the indifference he feels toward most of everything he once held dear.. the emptiness seems to grow day by day.. there is one emotion that still lingers strongly .. revenge.. The wizards in red will have whats coming to them some day. but for now he follows them out of sight. watches their home in Aquar. its not difficult, being unseen seems almost natural now.. but he will know them.. their habits... no difference then hunting game .... then one day....... there will be compensation in one form or another..

[bipolar bear]

The one in red.. Standing near the bonfire in the town square. Smug, arrogant, with A look of disdain apon his face towards all he deems beneath him. It would be easy.. So easy. He was within arms length for a moment.. But the time is not right. Not yet. There is other work to be done... Information is what's needed for now.

* a shadowy figure moves with an alarming speed out of the town and heads towards the floating city.*

[bipolar bear]

The ranger sat near the lower trunk of a tree in a secluded part of the forest. Hours went buy as he sat and studied the movement of his shadow on the ground. The gestures he made with his hand would be followed in an appropriate time with his own shadow like a child making puppets against the wall. The woman told him it was something that was learned, that your Shadow is a part of you. You just have to try.... And try he did.. There was times he could have sworn that his shadow moved slower or faster then his own movements, but he could not be sure if it was happening....,

Sence that morning waking in the caves beneath Aquor, everything has changed. His eyes are more sensitive to light , as if his pupils where continualy dilated. Dark places are the only comfort now. Sleep is fleeting, he dosnt need it as he once did. He can go days before he can shut his eyes even for a few hours. Food and drink, he hungers little now. A single small meal will tide him over for days. The way his body heals, so long as he stays in the protection of a shadow.. Its amazing in its self. Even the deep bite of a dagger from an orc, the the bone crushing blow of a fire giants club, wounds will stop bleeding almost instantly, and bones beging to knit back together faster then nature would normally allow. Now the one thing that has been most astounding, his movement from one shadowy place to another, it was discovered by accident.. As if walking through a doorway with nothing but strings of beads used as a door only to appear from another shadow some where close by.

Amazing as these new found abilities are, they did not come with out cost. There is an emptiness with in him now. Like a piece of him is missing, like something had reached into his chest and pulled out his heart. Things that had once mattered before are holding less and less meaning to him now. For a long time fear and anger drove him, it made him feel as if all was normal but deep down he knew it wasn't. The fear of what few he considered a friend would regect him, shun him for these unnatural abilities. The paranoia that the Tuatha elders, and the others would see him for what he is. Anger kept him focused. The hand, Elmer, his information turned his sights back towards Aquar. And his focus on the wizards in red. They are watched closely now. Loss, he has lost much in his life. The glade and the wardens of old. The vanguard, the closest he had to family. His own faith had collapsed.
Sitting cross legged near the tree trunk, he continues to watch the shadow cast by his own hand. Lost in thought