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Canvas one: A group marches to the left as an off screen voice shouts "Everyone grab a bow! Nice, even lines, c'mon!". In the second shot of boots and legs, a smaller, skittering creature runs between them. An archery range appears, followed by a rack of bows, one of which is snatched off by an unseen and.
Canvas two: A young Grizzop, a grey goblin with long ears, drags a large bow across the ground with a too-large quiver hanging from his shoulder. In the second frame of him dragging it, uproarious laughter starts. Two other children are shown in the next frame, doubled over laughing, as one proclaims "he can't even lift it!" Grizzop responds to their laughter by bearing his teeth and growling.
Canvas three: Grizzop bonks into someone's legs with a look of fear. He looks up at a tall, muscular woman with a stern expression who says "Bow looks a little large for you." Defiant and annoyed, Grizzop responds. "I want to practice." The woman smiles and cocks a hip. "I like your initative," she tells him, "but good hunters only use the best weapons." After offering Grizzop a better suited bow, his eyes light up, and the final frame shows him holding a small white bow with stars etched into handle.
Canvas four: Grizzop stares down the archery range. He lines up his shot. Behind him, the woman lifts his arm a little, saying "Elbow up" before he stares down his target. Grizzop focusses, his pupils thinning into slits, before loosing the arrow as a starry fog swirls behind him. That same fog follows the arrow all the way to the target.
Canvas five: The arrow strikes the target dead center. Grizzop stares in excited shock before the woman behind him steps up. "Oh, we'll make a fine hunter out of you," she says, before turning over her shoulder to shout "Thirty push ups for everyone who laughed and extra seminary!" Grizzop looks up the sky and says "Thank you Lady Artemis" while the woman scorns the children who teased him in the background.
Canvas six: Grizzop is older. He sits among his children who listen intently. "Artemis teaches us to always care for the small. It's why I'm not always home," he tells them. "Did you beat up the mean people?" One child asks. "Does Artemis talk to you?" Asks another. Grizzop stands from his seat and walks over to a black case. "We chat sometimes," he says cheekily, opening the case to reveal that same white bow, still surrounded by starry fog. "She has always guided me true," Grizzop says, before the frame switches to include him and his eldest child, a young goblin with stockier ears and a dark sweater. "Now that you're a little older," Grizzop says, "would you like to learn how to shoot?" "Yes," responds the gobbin, and the cycle repeats.
