A hunter who recently became a warlock, now cursed with the ability to speak with animals. Duncan still enjoys tracking, but is a reluctant killer. Recently helped take down a massive Mammoth to feed the people in the town of Bar'Den.
I have hunted in the woods outside town my entire life, never having any issues until three tendays ago. I was out tracking when I came upon a Pixie in the woods. This curious tiny elf creature appeared suddenly, buzzing my face and flying past my head, tugging at my hair . In anger swatted and chased it until the creature vanished. As the last of the pixie dust faded I realized I was lost. After some time of pushing through the dense foreign woods I came upon a clearing with a large withered willow looming in the center. The branches creaked and swayed with the whistle of the wind. As I approached the willow tree, it’s branches reached down, enveloping me in darkness, and suddenly I was afloat in an astral plane. As I drifted in nothingness, an unintelligible voice spoke with a thunderous boom which tore my flesh from my bone. I tried in vein to scream as I felt my insides explode outwards from every orifice. I awoke in my bed drenched in sweat with a strange black stone beside my head. Since then I’ve been able to wield magic, which I only use out of sight of others. I know I must see what’s beyond this village, discover what the nature of my new abilities are, and use them to make the world a better place.