Sergius the Seer    CR 1
Male Human Druid 1
TN Medium Humanoid
Init +2; Listen +6, Spot +4
Languages Common, Druidic

AC 14, touch 12, flat-footed 12
(+2 Dex, +2 armor)
hp 9 (1d8+1)
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5

Speed 30ft.
Melee weapon Unarmed Strike -3 (1d3+1) and
Quarterstaff +1 (1d6+1) and
Spear +1 (1d8+1) and
Spear +1 (1d8+1)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
Base Atk +0; Grp +1

Combat Gear Unarmed Strike, Quarterstaff, Spear, Spear, Leather
Druid Spells Prepared (CL 1, +1 melee touch, +2 ranged touch):
1 (DC 14, 2/day) – Goodberry, Shillelagh
0 (DC 13, 3/day) – Create Water, Create Water, Purify Food and Drink

Abilities Str 12 Dex 14 Con 12 Int 10 Wis 17 Cha 11
SQ Nature Sense (Ex), Wild Empathy (Ex), Link (Ex), Share Spells (Ex), Track
Feats Armor Proficiency (Light), Armor Proficiency (Medium), Shield Proficiency, Druid Weapon Proficiencies, Animal Affinity, Track
Skills Concentration +2, Handle Animal +5, Heal +4, Listen +6, Ride +4, Spot +4, Survival +9, Craft: Weapon +2, Craft: Armor +2, Knowledge: Nature +5
Possessions combat gear plus Money, Artisan’s Outfit (Free)

Nature Sense (Ex) +2 to Knowledge (Nature) and Survival checks.
Wild Empathy (Ex) Improve the atttitude of an animal, as if using Diplomacy.
Link (Ex) You have a link with your Animal Companion.
Share Spells (Ex) Spells cast on you can also affect your Companion, if it’s within 5 feet.
Track You can track opponents.



From the seed of a pine, From the womb of a wolf,

From the egg of a hawk, Nature brewed a new potion.

Diverting the heaven’s life-giving flows,

She reinterprets her ancient ritual,

Depriving her creatures of their fertility,

Our mother fertilizes herself .


In the year of the seedless pine,

During the hour of the errant red star’s rising,

In the foothills of Mount __,

the dust travails. Nature’s son wakes.


Excerpts from “The Prophecies of Sergius the Seer,”

Roughly translated from Druidic by ____.

Three years ago, Sergius the Seer found himself lying naked on the ground in the foothills of the __ mountains. All was silent, yet he somehow knew that just a moment before there was an immense sound. Deeply confused, he sat up and looked around. The trees all around him were ripped out of the ground; each one had fallen away from him. Every tree, every blade of grass, and every bush was lying pointing away from him.

A light breeze swept past Sergius causing him to realize that his body was wet. Although his body was perfectly sound, he was covered in thick layer of fresh blood. Before he had a chance to wonder about his circumstances, the silence was broken by the sound of a snapping twig bringing Sergius’ head up with a jerk. Not fifteen feet away there stood a wolf staring at him not with bloodlust but with curiosity.

Without thought, as if by instinct, Sergius made a quick gesture of his hand and growled, “Who are you?”

The wolf returned a growl, saying, “I am She-Cubless-Hunted.” After a momentary pause, the wolf continued uncertainly, “Perhaps you shall be my pink-skinned pup and join me in exile.”

During the next few weeks, the wolf tried to teach Sergius how to hunt food, but his claws were not strong enough nor were his feet swift enough to catch even the tiniest prey. One day, Sergius was weak with hunger when he came across a bush with a single berry. He took the berry in one hand and spoke some strange words while shaking the berry around in his hand. Then suddenly, he popped the berry into his mouth and his hunger immediately disappeared.

When winter came, Sergius heard the howls of many wolves. She-Cubless-Hunted told him that she would be leaving him soon and he would have to find his own way. Sergius thought that his wolf-mother was leaving him to return to her pack and he secretly planned on joining them. The next night, after the moon had set, he heard a soft crunch in the snow outside of their cave. His mother growled and jumped out of their cave. Sergius rolled over, jumped up into a crouch, and grabbed his staff that he had nearly completed.

At the mouth of their cave, he saw his wolf mother circled by four snarling wolves. Sergius attempted to make a soothing gesture with his hand while speaking a calming word to the wolves. But, another wolf lunged at him from the side grazing his arm. His gesture was ineffectual. Now he knew that there was no choice but to kill. He held his quarterstaff with one hand and ran his finger along it with the other hand. The staff became a lethal weapon in his hands. He swung the staff down upon the nearest wolf. His mother sank her teeth into the throat of her most dangerous assailant.

Sergius was as a cub and his wolf-mother was surrounded. As Sergius jumped out of the way of another lunge, he saw his mother brought to the ground by two wolves. He let out a howl and to his surprise the four remaining wolves regrouped and ran away. Sergius followed them at a full sprint, but soon he saw that there was no hope of catching them. He returned to his wolf-mother and wept over her broken body.

The next two years were difficult for Sergius. He occasionally encountered gentle animals, but he never found another friend. During this time, he began to see visions and receive hidden knowledge. The wind whispered into his ear and told him that he was “Nature’s Son.” This was comforting to Sergius, for now he knew that he had an immortal mother. Furthermore, he now understood why his wolf-mother was called She-Cubless-Hunted; she gave her womb to Nature.

It seemed that Sergius would spend the rest of his life in the wild, hunting, prophesying, and attempting to befriend animals. As he was chasing a rabbit, a branch fell from a tree and hit him in the head. Taken by surprise, he fell to the ground. While lying on the ground with his face in the dirt, a strong breeze blew through the tree. The tree and the wind came together and spoke these words (roughly translated into common):

Sleep now Nature’s son! Tonight, when the night archer rises, Follow his third illumined arrow. When the arrow strikes the ground, You will find a stone forest, Stone stacked on stone. Dead wood carved, stacked, and bound together. In this false-forest, you will find your pink-skin pack. There you will find a tall pink-skin brother. Let him guide you through his false-forest, He will show you the secrets of “city life.” You will show him the secrets of the true forest.

Sergius woke that night in the same place that he fell with a strong pain on the back of his head. Pushing aside the pain, he arose and ran through the night toward the third arrow of the night archer. When he found the “prophesied city,” he collapsed on the ground with exhaustion. The next day he entered Horse Head city.


Immortals Of Hishran AbdMasih