My plea from earlier has been heard. I now have a method of helping while on my Pilgrimage to find my people. But I digress; I shall start from an earlier point of view.
I was in the forest, cleaning some clothing in the river and taking a break from my journey. When I began travel again, I heard the most awful sound. Sort of like a deer being strangled by swallowing and choking on a soprano flute. So, I bounded up into a tree, bouncing from tree to tree to make a quick work of climbing as I have done so often in my younger days. Once up into the canopy I looked around at the height. I could not see much. I could see that a farmstead was nearby and that they seem to be under attack. Seeing a chance to defend the helpless as was taught to me by my Masters, I used the noise being generated to get a little closer. I saw a rat-like creature carrying a small sword of metal guiding 3 subordinates to a river to hold for some reason. Choosing that time to get a little closer I bounded to a tree that had a good view. I saw a large creature that I heard was called a Minotaur, part man-type and part bull and also a creature of darkness. I also saw that a small group of goblin farmsteaders were being held captive. So I waited for an appropriate time to execute the “Pelican Grabs the Fish” maneuver to attack what I saw as the leader by diving down the tree and swinging at the last moment into a flying kick. I hit him pretty hard and was surprised that he remained conscious. The little creature had a hard head. Seeing that he was conscious, I offered to allow him to surrender. Instead he called me a woman and wished for me to die. How rude. Could he not see that I was male?! Before I could ask for his surrender again and an appropriate apology he called over the two other creatures that he was presumably setting up an ambush with. Well, patients has a certain elasticity, as my Master would say. And they have exceeded the boundary of good taste and civil company. I had determined that it would be best if they were to seek an apology in the afterworld for their offending natures and not properly understanding the differences between male and female. I switched to lethal damage much to my own shame. I really should have more patients as my Master would say. I sent the two underlings on their way to meet justice in the afterlife but not before one of them saying something and their leader, who still calls me a female despite correction, translated it as that he wanted to eat a vital organ of mine. I do not approve of cannibalism, that being the consumption of intelligent creatures. So I focused my attention on allowing him to follow his underlings. Once that grisly business was complete, I went to check on the goblin farmers. They seemed fearful and did not immediately understand that I was here to help but once comprehension was achieved he suggested that I help usher the Minotaur into it’s next life and aid a rather large Ogre. I rushed to the Ogre’s aid, gaining surprise on him, I ran up the large beast’s back and stuck a mighty blow upon the back of his neck. My Master told me that there will be days that even your best seems to have little effect but does have a mighty effect, just an unseen one. My blow did not appear to help. The Ogre was joined by two Aevakar in flight with bows that seemed to make it a sport to hit the Ogre ever harder in vital places. The Minotaur was staggered by some mystical force as well. Perhaps the forces of good gave us a break, knowing that we are doing good work and returning that which was stolen. The mighty Minotaur made a large swing that nearly took a piece out of me as well. I leapt free of the beast’s back as it was felled by the combined forces, most especially the Aevakar Archers. I had heard legends of their archery but did not believe most of it. The day was won.
After the battle, when all was safe, I found that this group was a part of The Grey Rangers. They are a beneficial band of a sort of para-military force that seems to be focused on doing good deeds and improving the world around them. After speaking of their goals, I found that they align with mine for now.
Initially, The group has claimed to have known my kind, whom they call the Brinchie, a race of cat people. After querying further, none have seen a type of Brinchie that match more closely to my description, that of a pure white with black spots that seem to be more constructed for stealth than battle. Are the Brinchie my people or are they an off shoot, such as man and the Alkar or the Alkar and Korindian. The Priest of the Light, promised to have them check in with his people to see if any Brinchie with my coloration scheme has been spotted anywhere. And some of the other Rangers promised to aid me and request information on my quest.
The leader of this band is an Aevakar that speaks their ancient tongue, according to a linguist that is one of the lizard people called a Dregordian. Her name is Sky. A given name, not birth name, I am sure but then again I go by the Given Name of Vhen the White and not the adoption name that I was given by the Masters. She and the others convinced me to aid them in their quest and when it’s over to meet with one of the Ranger Leader’s to see if it is in line with my own morals and quest.
Sky and her band, Sky being the First Ranger by rank and the leader, are to aid the local goblin farmer’s to regain their kin that was stolen from them. They were Alchemists by trade and his assistants, I guess. I am not sure as I have not met him. This is an honorable cause: To bring these villains to justice. As I had lost my staff earlier, I went to inquire of the local goblins to find some good tree-fall that they would be willing for me to use. I fear that I will be needing the staff again. Perhaps I will be successful in creating a staff-flute weapon where the previous attempt was too fragile to survive combat. Most disconcertedly the Ogre is ever thankful of his aid but keeps trying to express it as one would express kindness to a pet. I must correct this behavior as it is unseemly to be treated as a pet. I am sure that the Ogre does not mean to be rude because he does appear to be a bit simple. I have been accused of being simple in my younger years but the Masters determined that I am simply more in tune with my surroundings and am distracted by so much wonderment. It has also been referred to an over abundance of attention. As my Master says, “Be who you are, not what other’s expect you to be by your skin or fur, or whatever, you know what I mean.”
As I said earlier, I may have found the way that I can best help out in this land. I did caution that I could not go against my Path and cannot make vows to hold me up, I must be free to wander and find the truth of my birth and the time shortly after birth. The goblin farmers were generous and feed us, we left in search for their brethren within an hour removed from the battle but it got dark so it was decided to take the farmers into the town of Sog for protection from the creatures that may still be roaming.