Chosen by Erde

Imlazor was free for an afternoon and decided he wanted to finish his carving of his Erde idol. He already had idols to Manwe and Vasha, Isis and Aule. He chose one of the few viewpoints near home where an exposed hillside gave a great view across Erde's creation, and began to finish the carving: a vaguely humanoid female face surrounded by leaves and branches. He lost track of time and surroundings as he often does in his crafts. Concentration and focus, until the job is just right.
 
It took a sudden gust of wind and movement nearby to snap him out of his crafting. The whirlwind, filled with leaves and other forest detritus, seemed to be taking a solid form near him, and as he stood, partly to see better, partly out of fear that something strange was happening that could be dangerous. As the form took shape, Imlazor realized it was a being of some sort, and he felt an aura of power around it. He stood waiting.
 
"I am Erde", came a voice from the figure. The figure looked humanoid and yet not. "I request your help in an important matter," she said. Imlazor dropped to his knees before her, saying, "Anything in my power, I will do, as you need." She told him to get up as she began to explain her need. She pointed out a small bruised area on her upper harm, small but malignant and spreading. "There is a blight upon the land, and I need you to investigate and repair the damage. A band of goblins are heading to Ramoth Creek to capture humans. They will set up an ambush west outside the town to capture them. They will be there in three days time. I send you and others you will meet as my champions in this matter. Follow the leads found there toward their source."
 
"To find the others and set you on your course, I have marked your arm with my symbol. Go now, and right this growing blight upon the earth. To aid you, I grant you the means to walk among your people without fear. Take this cloak and use it to hide your true nature until your people are ready to receive a wizard among them."