Role

Chapter 3

Through fields, roads, rivers, and mountains he traveled. Inside the various
towns and inner divisions of cities he listened and followed. It was a time of
great learning, both within the guild of shapeshifting and of the surrounding
lands that make up his world. Having spent the majority of his time within the
caverns and naturally forming structures of the stone, it was mostly new and
exciting to him. He met many people and a large variety of creatures,
including the undead which he took a particular disinterest in but the
expedition seemed to be going well.

On a day much like any other, while passing through a famous inn, he happened
across a small conglomeration of folks telling tales. Before he even realized
what was happening, he found himself enjoying the little ditties and stories
being told. As he happened to look about, his eyes locked upon a jolly looking
fellow and low and behold, it was the Lucky Lord himself, Whiysdan. Never
before had he met a god and that certainly was intriguing but also awe
inspiring at the same time. This got him to thinking that there must be a lord
for his desires too, but was there?

His search took a days, then weeks, months, and even a few years, he spied in
all directions to any clues he could find amongst the towns and cities that
seem to populate the lands but it was naught. So, he went back to the stone
that he held so dear to ask for its help and that's when he noticed it. The
voices which had been so pronounced within his mind were now a far whisper from
their former glory and he began to wonder what was the matter. He'd call and
await the response and it was hard to hear but they said he'd been gone too
long, too long away from nature and the wonders of the wild.