A Ranger's Tale: Chapter Four
Rangers and magicians and paladins, Oh My!
" Pick on someone your own size!" Maylaie Wolfcall yelled back at the parade of skeletons and plagued rats that trailed behind her. Why the skeletons and plague rats of Steamfont Mountains made their alliance was unknown to all. The common theory was that when the rats infected a person, the skeletons would kill them, the rats would eat all the flesh and organs and then there would another skeleton added to Steamfont's legion. Whatever the reason what their partnership, Maylaie chose to ran when attacked by a plague rat, you never know how close it's kin and allies might be. ' I just have to make it to the windmills.' Maylaie thought, running faster. Not that it was easy, Maylaie had gone deep into Steamfont, looking for rogue clockworks. After finally finding one that had an intact micro server, needed for Maylaie's Trueshot bow, Maylaie was then attacked by a plague rat, thankfully after she looted the necessary part. Sharp pain stabbed up from Maylaie's ankle. Looking down at, Maylaie saw a large plague rat, it's teeth cutting through her leather boot, into her flesh. " That's what I get for buying cheap leather boots." Maylaie mutter to herself, trying to shake off the oversize rodent before the infection set in. Soon Maylaie began to feel her forehead grow hot, and her stomach flip with the first waves of nausea, the first signs of the disease. Maylaie kicked off the critter, which screeched as it flew into a skeleton. Looking behind her Maylaie saw the skeletons and rats were a minute from biting and hit range, even if she kept on running, she'd never make it to the Windmills in time. " Well if I go down, I go down fighting." Maylaie growled, turning and taking out her sword and shield in the same smooth movement, giving one quick yell for help. The closest skeleton raised it's fist and...burst into flames. The skeleton screamed, and began to run around in circles After your brains decayed, or were eaten, you weren't the most intelligent creature around. Ice rained from the sky, piercing the flesh of most of the rats. Looking around, Maylaie saw a woman and what looked like a water elemental beside her. From the woman's height she was a high-elf, and it was obvious she was a magician. " Thank you Tunare, I owe you big time." Maylaie muttered, slicing a rat that avoided being impaled or torched. Soon all that was left of Maylaie's mob was a bloody smoking heap. With this site, along with the nausea, Maylaie threw up on the ground. " Poor dear, got infected, didn't you?" a soothing, musical voice asked. " Yep. " Maylaie muttered wiping her mouth, looking at the high-elf. She had the typical golden blonde hair and pale skin of most high-elves. Her eyes were a sapphire blue, that sparkled with mirth and mischief. She wore a plain green robe, and carried a large oaken staff. " Take a seat and I'll repair some of the damage." the high-elf smiled, then turned to the water elemental, " Iko, could you please keep watch for any more overly eager bashers??" " Yes, Master." the water elemental, Iko, said, turning away from the two elves. " I really wish he wouldn't call me that." the high-elf grinned. Maylaie sat down on a stump a removed her boot. The high-elf hissed in sympathy when she saw the bite mark. It was deep, and a little blood trickled out of it. " That rat sharpened his choppers, for sure." the elf said, then handed Maylaie a flask, " Here, drink this." the elf began to rub an ointment on the effect area. Maylaie took a cautious sip from the flask. It was water, mixed with herbs. When Maylaie was finished it, the nausea was gone and her temperature had gone down. The high-elf was just finishing the bandage on Maylaie's ankle when Maylaie finished the flask " Thanks, I owe you my life. I gotta repay you somehow." Maylaie smiled, she liked this high-elf, she had a sense of humour, and she had a few scars on her arms, when Maylaie saw them. She didn't seem like your typical high- elf. " You would have done the same for me. Besides, I like helping people, no payment required." " At least let me offer friendship. I'm Maylaie Wolfcall." Maylaie said, offering her hand. The high-elf burst into laughter, leaving Maylaie very confused. " Oh, sorry dear, it's just, well I'm Aitira Gemshine." the high-elf said, taking the offered hand and shaking it. Maylaie wasn't surprised to find callouses on the soft palm. Now it was coming together, Aitira was Tryen's, Maylaie's mentor, of sorts, lover. " Tryen speaks fondly of you." Aitira grinned. " Tryen speak more then fondly about you, ya didn't slip him a love potion did ya?" Aitira laughed again, " The thought had occurred to me. Sometimes I think I have to turn myself into a sword to get some attention." Aitira helped Maylaie up, then grinned, " So what brings you to Steamfont, or do you just like getting chased?" Maylaie laughed and grinned, " My mom needs more rat meat, and since I had to come here anyway before going to Kaladim, I'm getting some for her. Thank Tunare that all the sack in Norrath at all the meat stay cool. So what are you doing here?" " On my way to Kaladim too, I decided to stop off and do some quests. Hey, I don't suppose you have four scraps of metal and two rusted black boxes, do you?" " Actually, yes I do. Lead the way, Lady Aitira." Maylaie grinned and bowed. Aitira laughed again, " Please don't call me 'Lady'. A lot of people don't think of me a proper elf." Aitira said as the walked. " Why would they think that?" " I do a lot things improper, like my jumping into fights with Iko here." Aitira said, scratching the elemental behind the aquatic ear, " Also because I'm so affectionate towards him. I guess it would be different if I summoned a new element each time. But every time I summon a new one, it's Iko." " Well that's just silly. I've seen druids, shamans and beast lords act very affectionate towards their pets, even a few necromancers I've met. Why should you act any different, just because your's is an elemental?" " High-elves are 'supposed' to be aloof and refined. Thankfully I have a respectable wizard sister, so all of Felwithe doesn't loathe me." Aitira sighed. " So whatcha heading to Kaladim for?" Maylaie asked, knowing she hit a painful subject for her new friend. " Turn in some Crushbone belts, you?" " The same." First it was to the Gemcutter's hall to give Manik Compolten the two rusted black boxes, the Aitira lead Maylaie past the Cleric guild, down the waterfall and through an opening in the back wall, and over another waterfall to give the scrap metal to Sanfyrd. Afterward, walking to Kaladim, Maylaie was puzzled. " Aitira, how many times have you done those quests before?" Maylaie asked. " Not sure, lost count at five. And before you even ask, the best thing I've gotten from those two is an earring that protects against fire. I don't do quests just for the reward, but for the reputation it gives me. Gnomes almost consider me an ally now." Maylaie whistled, impressed, gnomes were not the most trusting race, and you had to do a lot before the fully trusted you. Entering the ButcherBlock mountains, Maylaie breathed in the cool mountain air. " It's amazing how much the two mountain ranges differ." Aitira said, taking a deep breath, " Steamfont is nice, but way to muggy for my liking." The two elves walked along, talking and laughing, when a yell split the air." " By Seris Brell, begone you foul creatures!" " Lets check it out." Maylaie said, Aitira nodded and they headed to where the yell came from. A blonde female dwarf, with a blonde beard and dark blue eyes, was fighting off a mob of goblins. " Hey! Gobby! Yer mother IS army boots!" Maylaie roared, shooting an arrow into the back of a nearby goblin. The goblin growled, enraged lunging at Maylaie. Maylaie fought the creature with her sword quickly, listening to Aitira's flame burst spells go off, along with Iko's ice shards. Soon the fight was over, and the three stood there panting. " One moment lassies." The dwarf said, crossing her arms over her chest, blue healing light in circled here, and her scratches and bruises disappeared. " That's better. Jardora Rocksword, Paladin of Serlis Brell." The dwarf said, offering a hand to each of the elves. " I'm Maylaie Wolfcall, Ranger of Tunare." Maylaie said, shaking a hand. " And I'm Aitira Gemshine, Magician of Tunare." Aitira greeted. Maylaie looked over Jardora carefully. Her armour was very worn and darned clothe, but her axe was sharp and well made. " Here, you can have these." Maylaie said, taking four belt out of her bag and handing them to Jardora. Since Maylaie lived so far from Kaladim, she always waited to get a back pack full of Crushbone belts before heading to Kaladim. Obivously, Aitira did the same thing because she also grabbed four belts from her back-pack and handed them to Jardora. Jardora looked at the two elves in surprise, then grabbed in a dwarf sized bear hug. " Thank ye lasses! I do believe this newfound friendship of ours calls fer a drink on me!" Jardora said, ending the hug, with much relief to Maylaie's ribs and lungs. " Lead the way, lady paladin." Aitira bowed. Jardora took the lead as the odd trio began to talk and enjoy themselves, walking towards Kaladim. Iko followed behind, miserable. " Great elements, I hope she doesn't make me do stupid trick again, I don't wanna fetch the stick!"
End of Chapter Four.
Author's note: Well another chapter done at school. I knew something useful could be done here! :D But anyway, I noticed that there are some mistakes in some the chapter of this. I'll be fixing them after I get chapter eight up. Now if you'll excuse me I have a rebellion to tend to. :: in the background:: We want to rant! We Want to RANT! -_- Bloody thrells
" Pick on someone your own size!" Maylaie Wolfcall yelled back at the parade of skeletons and plagued rats that trailed behind her. Why the skeletons and plague rats of Steamfont Mountains made their alliance was unknown to all. The common theory was that when the rats infected a person, the skeletons would kill them, the rats would eat all the flesh and organs and then there would another skeleton added to Steamfont's legion. Whatever the reason what their partnership, Maylaie chose to ran when attacked by a plague rat, you never know how close it's kin and allies might be. ' I just have to make it to the windmills.' Maylaie thought, running faster. Not that it was easy, Maylaie had gone deep into Steamfont, looking for rogue clockworks. After finally finding one that had an intact micro server, needed for Maylaie's Trueshot bow, Maylaie was then attacked by a plague rat, thankfully after she looted the necessary part. Sharp pain stabbed up from Maylaie's ankle. Looking down at, Maylaie saw a large plague rat, it's teeth cutting through her leather boot, into her flesh. " That's what I get for buying cheap leather boots." Maylaie mutter to herself, trying to shake off the oversize rodent before the infection set in. Soon Maylaie began to feel her forehead grow hot, and her stomach flip with the first waves of nausea, the first signs of the disease. Maylaie kicked off the critter, which screeched as it flew into a skeleton. Looking behind her Maylaie saw the skeletons and rats were a minute from biting and hit range, even if she kept on running, she'd never make it to the Windmills in time. " Well if I go down, I go down fighting." Maylaie growled, turning and taking out her sword and shield in the same smooth movement, giving one quick yell for help. The closest skeleton raised it's fist and...burst into flames. The skeleton screamed, and began to run around in circles After your brains decayed, or were eaten, you weren't the most intelligent creature around. Ice rained from the sky, piercing the flesh of most of the rats. Looking around, Maylaie saw a woman and what looked like a water elemental beside her. From the woman's height she was a high-elf, and it was obvious she was a magician. " Thank you Tunare, I owe you big time." Maylaie muttered, slicing a rat that avoided being impaled or torched. Soon all that was left of Maylaie's mob was a bloody smoking heap. With this site, along with the nausea, Maylaie threw up on the ground. " Poor dear, got infected, didn't you?" a soothing, musical voice asked. " Yep. " Maylaie muttered wiping her mouth, looking at the high-elf. She had the typical golden blonde hair and pale skin of most high-elves. Her eyes were a sapphire blue, that sparkled with mirth and mischief. She wore a plain green robe, and carried a large oaken staff. " Take a seat and I'll repair some of the damage." the high-elf smiled, then turned to the water elemental, " Iko, could you please keep watch for any more overly eager bashers??" " Yes, Master." the water elemental, Iko, said, turning away from the two elves. " I really wish he wouldn't call me that." the high-elf grinned. Maylaie sat down on a stump a removed her boot. The high-elf hissed in sympathy when she saw the bite mark. It was deep, and a little blood trickled out of it. " That rat sharpened his choppers, for sure." the elf said, then handed Maylaie a flask, " Here, drink this." the elf began to rub an ointment on the effect area. Maylaie took a cautious sip from the flask. It was water, mixed with herbs. When Maylaie was finished it, the nausea was gone and her temperature had gone down. The high-elf was just finishing the bandage on Maylaie's ankle when Maylaie finished the flask " Thanks, I owe you my life. I gotta repay you somehow." Maylaie smiled, she liked this high-elf, she had a sense of humour, and she had a few scars on her arms, when Maylaie saw them. She didn't seem like your typical high- elf. " You would have done the same for me. Besides, I like helping people, no payment required." " At least let me offer friendship. I'm Maylaie Wolfcall." Maylaie said, offering her hand. The high-elf burst into laughter, leaving Maylaie very confused. " Oh, sorry dear, it's just, well I'm Aitira Gemshine." the high-elf said, taking the offered hand and shaking it. Maylaie wasn't surprised to find callouses on the soft palm. Now it was coming together, Aitira was Tryen's, Maylaie's mentor, of sorts, lover. " Tryen speaks fondly of you." Aitira grinned. " Tryen speak more then fondly about you, ya didn't slip him a love potion did ya?" Aitira laughed again, " The thought had occurred to me. Sometimes I think I have to turn myself into a sword to get some attention." Aitira helped Maylaie up, then grinned, " So what brings you to Steamfont, or do you just like getting chased?" Maylaie laughed and grinned, " My mom needs more rat meat, and since I had to come here anyway before going to Kaladim, I'm getting some for her. Thank Tunare that all the sack in Norrath at all the meat stay cool. So what are you doing here?" " On my way to Kaladim too, I decided to stop off and do some quests. Hey, I don't suppose you have four scraps of metal and two rusted black boxes, do you?" " Actually, yes I do. Lead the way, Lady Aitira." Maylaie grinned and bowed. Aitira laughed again, " Please don't call me 'Lady'. A lot of people don't think of me a proper elf." Aitira said as the walked. " Why would they think that?" " I do a lot things improper, like my jumping into fights with Iko here." Aitira said, scratching the elemental behind the aquatic ear, " Also because I'm so affectionate towards him. I guess it would be different if I summoned a new element each time. But every time I summon a new one, it's Iko." " Well that's just silly. I've seen druids, shamans and beast lords act very affectionate towards their pets, even a few necromancers I've met. Why should you act any different, just because your's is an elemental?" " High-elves are 'supposed' to be aloof and refined. Thankfully I have a respectable wizard sister, so all of Felwithe doesn't loathe me." Aitira sighed. " So whatcha heading to Kaladim for?" Maylaie asked, knowing she hit a painful subject for her new friend. " Turn in some Crushbone belts, you?" " The same." First it was to the Gemcutter's hall to give Manik Compolten the two rusted black boxes, the Aitira lead Maylaie past the Cleric guild, down the waterfall and through an opening in the back wall, and over another waterfall to give the scrap metal to Sanfyrd. Afterward, walking to Kaladim, Maylaie was puzzled. " Aitira, how many times have you done those quests before?" Maylaie asked. " Not sure, lost count at five. And before you even ask, the best thing I've gotten from those two is an earring that protects against fire. I don't do quests just for the reward, but for the reputation it gives me. Gnomes almost consider me an ally now." Maylaie whistled, impressed, gnomes were not the most trusting race, and you had to do a lot before the fully trusted you. Entering the ButcherBlock mountains, Maylaie breathed in the cool mountain air. " It's amazing how much the two mountain ranges differ." Aitira said, taking a deep breath, " Steamfont is nice, but way to muggy for my liking." The two elves walked along, talking and laughing, when a yell split the air." " By Seris Brell, begone you foul creatures!" " Lets check it out." Maylaie said, Aitira nodded and they headed to where the yell came from. A blonde female dwarf, with a blonde beard and dark blue eyes, was fighting off a mob of goblins. " Hey! Gobby! Yer mother IS army boots!" Maylaie roared, shooting an arrow into the back of a nearby goblin. The goblin growled, enraged lunging at Maylaie. Maylaie fought the creature with her sword quickly, listening to Aitira's flame burst spells go off, along with Iko's ice shards. Soon the fight was over, and the three stood there panting. " One moment lassies." The dwarf said, crossing her arms over her chest, blue healing light in circled here, and her scratches and bruises disappeared. " That's better. Jardora Rocksword, Paladin of Serlis Brell." The dwarf said, offering a hand to each of the elves. " I'm Maylaie Wolfcall, Ranger of Tunare." Maylaie said, shaking a hand. " And I'm Aitira Gemshine, Magician of Tunare." Aitira greeted. Maylaie looked over Jardora carefully. Her armour was very worn and darned clothe, but her axe was sharp and well made. " Here, you can have these." Maylaie said, taking four belt out of her bag and handing them to Jardora. Since Maylaie lived so far from Kaladim, she always waited to get a back pack full of Crushbone belts before heading to Kaladim. Obivously, Aitira did the same thing because she also grabbed four belts from her back-pack and handed them to Jardora. Jardora looked at the two elves in surprise, then grabbed in a dwarf sized bear hug. " Thank ye lasses! I do believe this newfound friendship of ours calls fer a drink on me!" Jardora said, ending the hug, with much relief to Maylaie's ribs and lungs. " Lead the way, lady paladin." Aitira bowed. Jardora took the lead as the odd trio began to talk and enjoy themselves, walking towards Kaladim. Iko followed behind, miserable. " Great elements, I hope she doesn't make me do stupid trick again, I don't wanna fetch the stick!"
End of Chapter Four.
Author's note: Well another chapter done at school. I knew something useful could be done here! :D But anyway, I noticed that there are some mistakes in some the chapter of this. I'll be fixing them after I get chapter eight up. Now if you'll excuse me I have a rebellion to tend to. :: in the background:: We want to rant! We Want to RANT! -_- Bloody thrells