At lunch we divvied up the jewels. They are excellent specimens. Ta think they were just goin’ to waste sittin’ up there in those nests. The others gave me the biggest to guard until we could sell it and split the returns.
Tryin’ to make the best time we could, we set out to find this dream tree of Mel’s. We walked ‘til the elves started talking about some whistling. I didn’t hear it ‘til we got closer. We followed it until we reached a glen with a great, golden leaved ash tree and a fire pit. In his dream, Mel had to burn some branches in front of the tree to send a message, or get a messenger, can’t remember. Soon as that elf threw those twigs on the fire, all hell broke loose. A column of wind and noise shot straight up and we couldn’t hear ourselves think. I about took that damn elf’s head off. ‘Course he didn’t seem to know what was goin’ on either.
Then, suddenly as it started, the whole thing stops and all we hear is wolves howlin’ in the distance. Mangy mutts. We all started to shake off the shock of the signal sent out and make camp. Melysthras knelt by the fire in some kinda trance. Receiving instructions from his god. Don’t know how he does that. He told us to be ready for a guide at dawn. We were all a little testy about this new fella stirring up this mess and claiming to recieve visions. He talked about gettin’ help from Barbos. Seemed sincere enough. Guess we’d see.
When Mel woke us, first thing I did was ask where the guide was. No sooner had the words left my mouth when I saw it. A huge stag covered in green flame, the fire calmly and slowly rolling off of it’s skin, up its large antlers, and in and out his nostrils as he breathed. He seemed in no pain and was quietly grazing on some grass under the trees. Once I packed my gear I sat and watched the beast. It seemed like hours passed, until the sun finally rose and the stag started walking.
The animal led us through the woods fairly well, though at times I could barely keep up with the beast! We covered a lot of ground and then around noon, the wolves came and scared it off. The flame disappeared from it’s body and it bolted, the wolves following ’til we could no longer hear them. We looked at each other not sure what to do next. Then we looked down. That damned deer led us right to the end of a well kept path. I tell you, Mel earned my trust that day.
From the Memoirs of Kathoran Lightningforge