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... Previously...

Winifred Pale was on a late afternoon walk in the vast forest surrounding her equally vast estate, Pale Manor. She was hoping to relax and clear her head, but that was becoming quite impossible with the constant crashing sounds coming from one particular hilltop. As she hiked towards the disturbing noise, she noted several logs laying about the path and an equal number holes in the ground from uprooted trees. When Winifred crested the hill, she saw what looked to be a pile of wild red hair with legs. The mysterious figure was attempting --and succeeding-- to powerlift a planted tree that was nearly thirty feet tall. She then heaved it over her head, sending it sailing through the air to the foot of the hill.

"Aye," the stocky, kilted young lass said to herself with a sharp breath. "That was a good 'un."

In spite of the thick brogue and entirely new body type, Winifred recognized the powerful redhead. "Angela? Is that you?" she asked, still with a degree of disbelief. "What did you do?"

"Tis I!" she bellowed, spreading her massive, freckled arms. "Let me tell ye about my trip to th' school archives--"

"No, no, not that! I mean what did you do to the forest? You're absolutely ruining Pale Manor's eastern view!"

"Beggin' yer pardon, Win. I was only tossin' cabers."

"Oh, so chucking trees has a name now?"

"That it does! There's a big competition coming up, and I'm fixin' ta be the best!" Angela pointed a callused thumb at herself and grinned with a confidence that Winifred had never seen before.

"I've never seen anyone throw a tree for recreation or for sport, Angela. But you're speaking my language with the 'competition' aspect. How would you like a coach?"

"Yer talkin' about you, are ye?"

"Of course! You said you're going to be the best, and I want to help you. And like I've always said, if you can't be the best, attach yourself to someone who is!"

"You have literally ne'er said that. Besides, what can you tell me about tossing cabers that I haven't already been doin'?"

"Lots of things. Angle, wind resistance, velocity, et cetera. To throw a tree, you must think like a tree. And to think like a tree, you need someone who can strap herself onto a tree and use her vampire powers to safely teleport off of it before impact."

Angela raked her figners through her fiery curls. "That... doesn't not make sense."

And with that, Angela's traning began. The competition was being held in Scotland, which was well out of the range of available portals from Underborough to the human world. But Angela didn't think Winifred needed to know that just yet.

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... Previously...

Winifred Pale was on a late afternoon walk in the vast forest surrounding her equally vast estate, Pale Manor. She was hoping to relax and clear her head, but that was becoming quite impossible with the constant crashing sounds coming from one particular hilltop. As she hiked towards the disturbing noise, she noted several logs laying about the path and an equal number holes in the ground from uprooted trees. When Winifred crested the hill, she saw what looked to be a pile of wild red hair with legs. The mysterious figure was attempting --and succeeding-- to powerlift a planted tree that was nearly thirty feet tall. She then heaved it over her head, sending it sailing through the air to the foot of the hill.

"Aye," the stocky, kilted young lass said to herself with a sharp breath. "That was a good 'un."

In spite of the thick brogue and entirely new body type, Winifred recognized the powerful redhead. "Angela? Is that you?" she asked, still with a degree of disbelief. "What did you do?"

"Tis I!" she bellowed, spreading her massive, freckled arms. "Let me tell ye about my trip to th' school archives--"

"No, no, not that! I mean what did you do to the forest? You're absolutely ruining Pale Manor's eastern view!"

"Beggin' yer pardon, Win. I was only tossin' cabers."

"Oh, so chucking trees has a name now?"

"That it does! There's a big competition coming up, and I'm fixin' ta be the best!" Angela pointed a callused thumb at herself and grinned with a confidence that Winifred had never seen before.

"I've never seen anyone throw a tree for recreation or for sport, Angela. But you're speaking my language with the 'competition' aspect. How would you like a coach?"

"Yer talkin' about you, are ye?"

"Of course! You said you're going to be the best, and I want to help you. And like I've always said, if you can't be the best, attach yourself to someone who is!"

"You have literally ne'er said that. Besides, what can you tell me about tossing cabers that I haven't already been doin'?"

"Lots of things. Angle, wind resistance, velocity, et cetera. To throw a tree, you must think like a tree. And to think like a tree, you need someone who can strap herself onto a tree and use her vampire powers to safely teleport off of it before impact."

Angela raked her figners through her fiery curls. "That... doesn't not make sense."

And with that, Angela's traning began. The competition was being held in Scotland, which was well out of the range of available portals from Underborough to the human world. But Angela didn't think Winifred needed to know that just yet.