Calling the wise one of the wood.

Do not let the smiles on the faces of no eatum fur and grill goblin fool you, they knew deep in their minds what they would face. The warriors surveyed the landscape looking for sign of the beast. They found nothing. For the first time red bush felt defeat sinking deep into his soul. He had not felt defeat like this since he had challenged me findem deer and K-roger to a game of corn hole. It was as if someone had knocked the wind out of him.

But, as always, one of the warriors swung into action. It was time for no eatum fur to use his special gift. He would go council with the wise one of the wood also known as wartmaker. Many have heard of the wise one of the wood, but few have met him. No eatum fur was one of those few. His obsession with cheese, his every thought bent on it in any form, had driven meat from his diet. Without meat in his diet he had formed the ability to commune with the wise one of the wood.

No eatum fur told red bush that he would go and council with the wise one. As they entered the woods the warriors felt unusual warmth biting at their skin. Even the cool breeze from the lake had become warm. No eatum fur stopped…staring into the woods…softly he whispered to grill goblin, “the wise one approaches”

The council was long due to the fact that it took all of no eatum fur’s concentration to bring the wise one and in his weakened state it was difficult to help the others to speak with him. Much of what transpired during their communion is a blur to all three warriors. What they remember seems to be in shadow to their conscious mind. But, they learned much about the beast and this new information would forever change the details of their carefully manufactured plan. How it would change is yet to come…