Bruin didn’t feel well, his head was pounding, his body aching. Perhaps he was getting old, but getting chomped at by Rikktor several times earlier in the day had really taken its toll. So he did what any good Ranger would do, he went to the Golden Unicorn and drank a few ales to mask the pain. He spent some time talking with the young Aislinn, a new Citizen of Wispwood, about the past, the present, and the future, but the ale was not helping. His head was just killing him, distracting him from the conversation. An initiate, Dale, had now stopped by and was conversing with the two of them. But this pain, it was something very unusual. Dale was wearing a deer mask, and Bruin could not help but stare into the lifeless eyes of the deer. It was as if the deer was talking to him….no wait, “Ouch!” Bruin exclaimed. Damn his head was hurting, but this wasn’t pain. The deer mask helped him see, or rather understand, this wasn’t pain…there were voices, masking themselves as pain as Bruin could not understand what they were saying. The voices did not come from the deer mask, but instead somewhere deep inside his head. They were not clear, very cluttered, he could not understand a word they were saying, but they brought about intense pain. The pain was so blinding he didn’t even realize Dale had left the tavern earlier, and it was just he and Aislinn. Rest, this was the only thing Bruin had thought would help, as the ale was doing little. So he bid farewell to Aislinn and headed back to the forest to find a comfortable spot to rest his head. _______________________________________________________________ OOC: This in-game story has a few goals of which one being an attempt to revive role-playing here on Siege. The first 3-4 parts are already drawn up and will be posted in the near future. However after that it is open as I have not written any ending to it – so I highly encourage any others who wish to join in to do so.