I woke up in the middle of the courtyard at the large house on the outskirts of town this morning in a massive amount of pain. This was after running into a little old lady yesterday who claimed that a demon was at this house, declaring that no man could take him on. He stood about a foot taller than me and had horns that twisted in height that was about twice as big as his head. He was painted in tribal paints and looked menacing. I thought that his bark would be worse than the bite. He overwhelmed me with his lucky shots. I’ll get him next time if our paths cross again.
But that was yesterday. After I woke up, knowing that I could not handle another fight and unwilling to risk him being in town, I crawled around the edge of town back to the house and fell asleep on my bed. I was awoken later by Mark, Sebastian, and Cyrus. They seemed really concerned. Apparently I had been gone for two days. I still can’t believe it. I would say that they were playing a trick on me, but Sebastian kept insisting and he never jokes like this. I guess I looked worst than I felt as Mark and Sebastian both insisted that I lay in bed and rest for the rest of the day. I tried to insist that I was fine, I felt okay after Mark’s healing spells, but they were not convinced. I reluctantly went to bed.
There was something I couldn’t shake though. I had some sort of dream while I was out cold. I was in the realm of Herasing, god of the hunt. He approached me and told me that my time had not yet come. That I was a lychanthrope, a pet project of his. He gave me two options: to hunt or be hunted. I hunted the targets that he lined up for me: a werewolf and a giant ant the size of the church in Redriver. He said he was impressed and that I would receive a gift. While in my room arguing with Mark and Sebastian I noticed a ring on a necklace around my neck that wasn’t there before. It was a ring with the face of a wolf on it as well as a divination and transmutation enchantment on it.