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Catam the Ranger - Page 3

A Bat Swarm was one of the enemies that I laid low this day.

Ranger Catam

Mysterious Person at the Tavern

Upon entering the Tavern someone quickly approaches you and asks that you sit with them at an old oak table set for two that is far from the immense noise and constant chatter. You wonder if it is a trick or setup. Noticing your apprehension the stranger says that an endowment is to be given to you by an anonymous source who is interested in seeing you become what you should.

Catam studies the stranger's face, that of a young elven lad with blue eyes, perhaps half-elven by the similar ears to his own… the stranger's raised hood hides them so it is difficult to tell for certain. Cautious but curious, Catam nods, "I will join you then." A quick grin and the elf-kin turns and heads to the old oak table. Another cloaked stranger is watching and waiting. He smiles kindly as Catam arrives and motions to the empty seat across from him. Catam sits as he regards this new fellow. Strong yet gentle eyes of blue stared at Catam's armor a few seconds then the ring on his finger as it knocked on the table as he sat. His smile, still kindly, seems to be knowing and confident as well. Another pair of pointed ears can be seen from his seated position, though this might be fully elven, like his mother's. Wisps of silvery white hair straggle around the elf's ears as the fingers of his hands cross patiently in front of him on the table.

"Yes, I am an elf, good Catam," he says with comforting voice, "My name is Alsarius and this is," motioning to the half-elf lad as he stands against the wall behind Alsarius, "My great grandson, Nemithor." The half-elf smiles and nods, "Well met, Catam." Catam nods in return, still apprehensive, "Well met indeed. So, what might I do for you two?"

Alsarius chuckles slightly, "Direct and to the point is it?"

"I have much to do, errands and assignments as well as training. I have goals that do not quite include sitting in a tavern at the whim of random strangers." Catam is slightly shocked by his own bluntness but Alsarias seems undeterred, "Then we will not tarry you and come to the point. Catam the Ranger is it? I've a bit of those skills myself actually and I thought you might need some aid with such… if it will not interrupt your routine of course," he smiled wryly. Catam's lips thin as he feels guilt for being so direct, even if Alsarias doesn't seem bothered.

"One of the skills important to a ranger is tracking." He reaches back and Nemithor puts a rich grey colored longbow into his hand. It is of simple design yet etchings on it are exquisite. Typical elven patterns but with a unique precision to them. Alsarias puts the bow on the table in front of him and closes his eyes as he runs his hands along the details.

"The patterns here can aid you in tracking." Motioning to the top end, "I made this bow to emulate a tracking stick, a ruler of sorts to guide you in pursuits." His voice trails slightly on the last word, as if hinting at something, "You can measure the depth of the track, size of a boot, and the length of a gait by remembering which etches were aligned while measuring." He continues to run his hands along, "If you use the right tool wisely in your pursuits, you find efficiency and precision… to meet your goals."

He looks up as his eyes meet Catam's. He stands slowly, for the first time Catam realizes that he is quite aged. Alsarias puts a hand out and Nemithor takes it and places it on his arm. Catam blinks in realization. Alsarias smiles at him, "The acorn can grow to be the tall strong oak… but not in one day. Be patient, Acorn." Nemithor nods to Catam then guides the old ranger to the door of the tavern.

Catam looks to the longbow of the table for a long moment. He stands and takes it in hand, feeling the weight and balance. He notices the many light scratches and slight wearing from many arrows shot from it. "Use the right tool wisely in your pursuits… "he thinks to himself. A smile forms on his face and he takes a calm, satisfied breath and says out loud to himself, "Come, Acorn, time to grow into the oak… "

Catam the Ranger Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

Worship of Anifolia

You are the path of my devotion for only through you can I fulfill my mother's prophecy. Without the all that the land provides, we would perish. Within these struggles of your kingdom are all of life's lessons.

You teach that the wolf is kind and ends the suffering of the weak and sick within the deer population which also keeps more food for the strong and nurtured young. But you also teach that the wolf is savage in these pursuits and shows little mercy for the fear and pain of its prey. And further you teach that the success of the pack is more fruitful in the hunt than that of the lone wolf.

I will endeavor to learn your lessons, Anifolia. Be my guide for I will follow you until the end of my days.

Page 3 Ranger Catam

Message to Advisor

I had an interesting experience with a Warthog this day. The Palace of Parody held a contest to ride one. I failed thrice and horribly. I know I could do it so on the final run on the back of the beast, I did not fall! The judges even gave me a score of 99.68 so I think it was also a very good run! I still do not know if it was foolish or should mt drive to succeed. Nonetheless the crowd seemed to support me after so there is that. And thank you for this armband. It will be very useful.

Ranger Catam

A Soldier was one of the enemies that I laid low this day.

Catam the Ranger

Anifolia, I beseech you to intervene. I have been felled not in combat but in a melee tournament. I do not think my opponent intended to kill me outright in this test of skills so I also fear that he may be ridden with guilt. Please, if you will, restore me so I may continue in your name and so my opponent may be guilt free.

Catam Ranger - Page 3

Breath of life comes to Catam the Ranger. I had end in view but lost sight of it. For the 4th time I suffereth a final fate within this bedtime story.