Sebastian Dash and Catrina weren't the only ones haunted by the visions of the Chrono Quest.

Raw Hide also had questions after what he saw, as you'll see here.

Setting the tone for future conflict with both the enemies and his allies, this also serves as a closer look to Raw, what he's become, how he got that way, and how he feels after seeing a vision of himself from the past.

Written in his distinct style.. Enjoy!

A dark cave engulfed a tossing man. His large build and closed eyes thrashed about wildly at the night. In his mind he would see the images from the Mysterious Island of Mystery. The Chrono Dragon had summoned up a man of immense power. A man capable of slaying all those who stood against his views stood before him menacingly. The air itself seemed to be charged with hatred and scorn towards the dreaming figure. The dreaming figure ran away as fast as he could. Suddenly a wave of light passed over him and he woke with a start, sweat pouring from his brow.

Raw Hide had been restless since his last mission. It had been a horrible experience for Raw. His former self was staring into his eyes confronting him with everything he had ever forgotten. The life he used to live was full of ideals and visions. He had given all of this up and had opted for nothing but pleasure and gain. The very thing he fought to destroy, he had become. This wasn’t what bugged him. However, it did nag.

How could one as strong as him have ever caved? He was the greatest of warriors who had ever graced the north. No man could ever stand as his equal. He knew a change was in order. It was the only way to ease his torment. It was the only way he could ever sleep a good night’s sleep ever again. The sins of his years of selfishness have finally worn him down to a mere shadow of a man.

He asked the darkness, “I must do something but what can I do to repent?” A roar of confused rage sprang from his throat and pierced the chill of the night. He went for a walk to clear his head. On his walk he had seen a band of goblins scurrying about in the mountains. Normally, he would have delighted in their slaughter. This time was different. He felt no need to kill anything at this moment. Probably the first time in a long time that he had ever felt this way.

He returned to his cave and looked at his things. He wasn’t a man of wealth and taste. He had plenty of gold and belongings from people he had slain and for services rendered. He just never used it or he blew it on wine, women and song. He had his own weapons cache which he wouldn’t part with for the world. He couldn’t give up fighting. That would be worthless. He had spent a life time on training and honing his skills. Then it hit him. He would be a nicer person. It would require great restraint but he had to do it. He had to change. The result was that he would no longer strive for pleasure. He would just strive to live better. His weapons would help to protect the kingdom. “I will be the kingdom’s champion! I am Raw Hide, the protector of stuff and the man of men. I shall change myself and then the world. I shall not kill if not necessary and I shall not run when there are those in trouble.” With that, he headed up into the mountains to train. He would need to train so hard that his blade would dull from the hardship.

He came back refreshed as ever. He was feeling super charged by his new found mission in life. He met a note at his door step. The kingdom was in need of his services. This was just what he wanted to hear. His heart leapt with joy. He quickly grabbed a rope (he loved the Charlie Bronson movies where you always need a rope), a bow (he liked looking snazzy and he had heard about how snazzy secret agents always had bows), a climber’s pick (great for penguin heads—wait no scratch that it was great for getting up the mountain), and his sword which had dulled along one edge due to the extensive abuse in his training. He hadn’t really gotten stronger from his training. He really just kept clubbing rocks with his sword until the blade got dull. He figured that was the easy way. So he set out to find this bird of legend.

When he had first arrived he had seen a bird hanging out and doing his thing. Just fluttering and floating atop the one mountain. Being from the north he had known about how birds always gather in flocks. So as a result it was something he remembered seeing. A bird that was alone atop the cold mountains. Raw remembered the mountain and so he headed directly for it. He knew the way because he knew the mountains.

Then it struck him. He didn’t have to find the toot oriole. He just needed to defeat the knob goblins. Some annoying bird is not going to be easy to find. The mob penguins have recently developed a hatred for the knob goblins. “I think I can exploit that!” He was new at the whole being nice thing. He would do better at it as time went on. Besides, Lying is a social skill. Being nice was just a way for him to fit in socially anyway.

As Raw trod on to where the Penguins were rebuilding, he shouted “Let’s do this!” He disappeared into the mountains to bring the penguins on the side of the kingdom. It was time for some social stuff.