Ranger
Once, in the heart of the ancient forest, as the setting sun painted the sky in hues of crimson and gold, I found myself in a situation that demanded a ranger's keen observation and tracking skills. It was a tranquil afternoon, much like today, when I embarked on a mission to find a rare and elusive creature known as the "Shimmering Lynx." This magnificent beast was rumored to possess fur that glimmered like the night sky. The legend of the beast has persisted for years and seeing had been considered good luck. Unfortunately the legend turned to a nightmare as it began hunting people of the region who travelled after dark.
I started the hunt in the region of the disappearance of it's latest victim. As I ventured deeper into the dense undergrowth, I noticed the faintest of tracks, nearly imperceptible to the untrained eye. My steps became lighter, and I moved with the silence of the wind, my senses attuned to every rustle of leaves and whisper of the breeze. I could hear the soft murmur of a distant stream and the calls of birds above.
The tracks led me through a maze of towering ancient trees and a tangle of vines. The Shimmering Lynx was renowned for its elusive nature, and it was not long before I encountered a series of dead ends, cleverly designed to confound any would-be pursuer. But rangers are resourceful, and with every obstacle, I gained more knowledge about the creature's behavior. I noticed that the Lynx had a preference for leaping from one great oak to another, leaving distinctive scratch marks on the trunks.
With unwavering patience, I followed these telltale signs deeper into the heart of the forest. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the moon cast an ethereal glow over the land. I knew I was getting closer. Then, there it was, perched on a moss-covered boulder, its fur indeed shimmering like a cascade of stars. The Shimmering Lynx was a sight to behold, its eyes filled with ancient wisdom and its grace unparalleled. I dared not approach hastily.
I watched the Lynx for hours, studying its habits. I notice it moves with an odd hitch and in time I saw the scar of a wound still healing. Someone had tried to hunt the beast, likely for its pelt, and failed. Wounded the beast had been forced to hunt easier prey and knowing of its intelect I suspected it had chosen to hun those that had hunted it.
With a deep breath and a heart filled with reverence, I stood and bowed to the creature, then watched as it vanished into the shadows of the forest. I knew that I had accomplished something remarkable but had another hard task set before me. The following hunt proved to take longer and the pressure of the people on me to finish my hunt with the lynx's heart increased. But I had promised to hunt the beast that had caused the deaths in the area. I did finish that hunt but never did I claim a trophy for it.
Baric comes up to you to talk during one of the classes Thank you again for all the help here. So, how long will you be staying? he asks?
