The Walking Dammed: ECL 3 Osiris Eloah Elf Wizard (Generalist) 3: Journal Entry 5

As it turns out my keen elven senses or "hunch" as some others like to call it was correct. We were not alone. As a grizzly bear pawed and clawed at the abandoned well, for what I can only surmise as for water, Kona noticed some sort of "tag" of its ear. Realizing that someone or something else might be lurking around in the church, I left the other members of the group, Kona, Trebuchet and Petri to deal with the bear while I, Duskwood and Strongblade sought out the intruder. As I rounded the pews at the front of the church I spotted him, a raven haired human boy who looked to be no more than 20 years of age. Better dressed than most hiding in the church. As I pondered several questions like: Why was he here? Where had he come from? How has he survived alone by himself? And  was that truly his bear parked outside? All of a sudden I felt a burning sensation in my chest. Did he just cast a spell at me? Was the elven prodigy Osiris being assaulted by an upstart and his magic missile? Apparently he did and unfortunately for him, I have marked him for termination. Surprisingly my spellfire abilities did not protect me. It seems I need to stay focused and anticipate a magical attack before its protective properties take hold. This is something I will surly continue to look into as time permits of course and I grow to fully understand my inborn capabilities. As the magic user disappears from sight I steady myself for another barrage of magical energy attacks. Strongblade and Duskwood cast magic missiles of their own at the little twerp when he finally appears back on the material plane. As I steady my crossbow and loss a bolt that sinks deep into the middle of  his shoulder blades, I take satisfaction that I was able to grant the fool a quick death. As the Cleric rushes to his side to steady him, he bestows a little divine healing to close his wounds, the Warmage ties him up so we can question him.  It turns out he was scared, just scared of this terrible situation and was looking for a place to hide and seek refuge. Aren't we all? The noises outside alert us that something is going on. Mortis informs me that a Giant, a damn Giant, is being attacked by the foul undead. The magic user seems to know this fellow and after a brief discussion it seems if would be beneficial to all of us to render aid. As the Cleric channels his divine might and lays waste to the walking dammed to cover our escape, we are meet by some fellow refuges who offer us shelter and much needed healing. For now this place is better than most and as long as we pull our "weight" things should be fine. I wonder what lovely people and interesting stories we'll find in here? I suppose only time will tell.