The Journal of Erdan Naïlo

A loss of focus....
Erdan finds himself wandering, letting his feet lead him where they would. When did I let my skills slide? And when did I get to the point of letting a bunch of half elves and humans get the drop on me?!?

A sharp cry cause Erdan to look upwards. A hawk swoops down, it's movements swift and precise. Sunlight glitters off of the hawks wings, blinding Erdan. A heavy rushing of wing and a flapping of winds later, He turns to see the hawk flying off with his quiver, ripped right off of his back.

Not needing an explaination, Erdan sets out after the hawk. Several yards later he notices an arrow sticking out of the ground... And another one just at the edge of his vision. Following the arrows he finds his quiver at the base of a massive tree. The hawk is sitting in a nearby tree, on a lower branch. The bird lets out an ear splitting screech and almost mockingly turns it's back on the elf. Owl collects his damaged quiver and slides the arrows he collected into it. A quick knot, settles the quiver over his hip in easy reach to draw and fire.

"So, Why did you bring me here?" He questions the Hawk. It ignores him, in favor of preening it's feathers busily. "I know you aren't just a common bird! Tell me!" Owl Shouts, losing his patience. The Hawk continues to ignore him, still preening it's feathers.

Several minutes pass, as Owl stares at the Hawk. Scowling, Owl settles in to wait, folding his lean arms over his chest. The mid-morning turns to mid-afternoon. Which gradually faded into early evening before the Hawk finally turns to glance at Owl. Which a screech the Hawk takes off, flapping heavily towards the top of the tree. Owl remains motionless, until an arrow falls out of the sky, landing point first a few feet before him. Owl falls over backwards, startled by the impact. Glancing upwards, he quickly does a double take as he notices the fletching of the arrow. Golden colored feathers tied in place with thread of gold.

His hands trembling, he carefully pulls the arrow free of the soil and carries it back with him as he heads directly to the Temple of the Parient Arrow. As he reaches the temple he is met by a human Sure Shot cleric. "I think... I think I need to speak to Huntmaster Syjem... Could... Would you please ask him if I may have an audience..?"


"And that is when the Arrow fell from the tree, Huntmaster..." Owl shakes his head, staring at the golden fletched arrow still. "What do you... What would you suggest this..." His words trail off as he once again looks over the head of the arrow, simple stone that broke with the impact of the ground, and yet somehow seems to reflect the striking beak of a diving hawk.

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