The Bush Tail

Prolouge

"Every tale of heroism and adventure always seems to begin with some abstract yearning of men," thought the man who called himself Bush Tailed. The tantalizing secret of his vision always seemed to elude him.
His musings were interupted by the sound of crackling fire. He observed his companions. Sitting round the fire, his companions regarded the flames in reverent silence.
Ezo, the half-elf, an honor bound Paladin, looked deep into the crimson tongues rising into the nighted air.
Gi, the Impling thief, the only one not looking into the flame patrolled the camp, his crossbow nocked, and red eyes seeing every detail in the dark.
Rovash, the Golden Dragon seemed to not be regarding the Bush tail, instead focusing on honing the edge of his fearsome Battle Axe.
The only one who seemed to show the slightest interest in his tale, was Dalae, that mysterious, quiet woman. Her eyes shifting from the fire to the dark haired ranger, "Let me tell you. It began on my 16th name day...