[u]Fritz[/u]

Fritz cried out slightly as the Raven launched a brief attack on him, before he could do anything he had received a small cut to his face and the bird was away, glaring at him from a nearby tree branch like some evil guardian. 

His heart was now pounding as the unsettling feeling he had continued to grow, it was becoming clear to him that he was somewhere very different, somewhere that was very quickly becoming hostile and a most worrying place to be. 

The Imp smirked as he watched him recover from the assault before bursting out laughing, a threatening and almost mocking laugh before he began to introduce himself as God of the forest. 

As the forest God spoke the trees around him seemed to respond to him, their branches now moving inwards somewhat and beginning to block out the sky as Fritz had the realisation he was at his mercy, at the mercy of this unsettling forest that surrounded him. Aergar Wald, as the forest god had introduced himself as looked almost unhinged as he continued to grin, though this time clearly in a sinister way, Fritz was about to take a few steps backwards when he realised his feet were entangled by some vines that had crept up from the soil itself, holding him in place as Aergar Wald continued to speak 

[b]"I should have the devil bird peck out your eyes for your stupidity. But--"[/b] the creature placed a clawed finger over Fritz’s mouth, the subtle taste of soil reaching his tongue [b]"Today I am feeling rather merciful. Perhaps we can work something out."[/b]

He then proceeded to present a quest to him, a quest for a seed, a special seed from a far-away valley and a special tree. Fritz’s eyes widened somewhat as the offer (or demand, as it more-so seemed to him), his mind jumping instantly to the kind of quests and heroes that he had often read about, the thought of adventure exciting him and causing his feelings becoming even more muddled. 

He glanced to the raven before looking back to Aergar Wald, his mind carefully thinking about and deconstructing everything he had heard and comparing it to everything he knew. As impressive as his powers were it seemed somewhat unlikely that this creature was actually a god, after all what kind of god would need to send him on a quest for a rare seed or torment him. No, the more he thought about it the clearer it became to him that this was indeed some kind of forest imp as he had initially suspected, a creature of trickery and mischief – that fitted the bill much more closely. That being said Fritz still was unsure as to the best course of action, after all even if he was right it didn’t mean that this Aergar Wald wasn’t dangerous and more than capable of harming him, especially if he called out his deception. 

Suppressing a grin himself, his fear forgotten in an instant Fritz decided that it was his turn to see what he could do to impress this creature and secure his release. 

“Hah!” exclaimed Fritz as he reached down and picked up his bag, beginning to ruffle through it as he spoke “such a task would be below the likes of me!” 

His hand found what he was searching for as he continued to speak “for you are correct, and I am a most powerful alchemist in my world! Observe!” with as much grandeur as he could muster Fritz pulled a box of wind-proof matches from his bag before pulling one out and striking it against the box. It sparked into life as the phosphorus coating ignited, hissing as it did so. Taking aim Fritz flicked the burning match with a practised skill directly towards the bird that had attacked him. The match flew with surprising precision, causing the bird to squawk in alarm and leap from the branch as the burning stick whipped narrowly passed its face. The raven flew one brief circle around the pair before it disappeared into the forest, a particularly rude insult reaching Fritz’s ears. He stood smugly with another match held ready in his hand, hoping that the small display had impressed this ‘Aergar Wald’.