Vengeance of a Ranger
Chapter 1
"As darkness falls, I stand alone.
As night approaches, I stand tall
Against the approaching darkness
I stand here without friends or family.
Yet I do not fear this coming night,
For the only darkness I need fear is that in my heart
As darkness falls, I stand alone"
These words reflect the outcome of the many trials I have faced throughout my short existence. Though I have lost much, and been poised to lose more, I have faced down the beast within my soul and have triumphed. For now at least.
Whilst The High Forest has been my home for many a year, I have always been an outsider. Not in the sense of the denizens of the Higher and Lower Planes of Existence, but I have never felt welcome in any company, nor have taken steps to welcome me. My mixed heritage may have some contribution, but I feel it is the path I have chosen to walk that has been the deciding factor. I am a Half-Elven Ranger; my path leads me away from Mankind and his cities while my race excludes me from the woodland homes of my father. It could be said that my isolation makes me weak, but I have found an affinity towards life that many will never experience. Within Nature's boundaries I can sense the scales of balance and anticipate how to tip those scales towards a brighter future. Things are changing. I can feel voids in the forest, voids where life should flourish. How long before I must face this darkness? How long until I test myself and find if my heart is free enough to protect my wards?
Chapter 1
"As darkness falls, I stand alone.
As night approaches, I stand tall
Against the approaching darkness
I stand here without friends or family.
Yet I do not fear this coming night,
For the only darkness I need fear is that in my heart
As darkness falls, I stand alone"
These words reflect the outcome of the many trials I have faced throughout my short existence. Though I have lost much, and been poised to lose more, I have faced down the beast within my soul and have triumphed. For now at least.
Whilst The High Forest has been my home for many a year, I have always been an outsider. Not in the sense of the denizens of the Higher and Lower Planes of Existence, but I have never felt welcome in any company, nor have taken steps to welcome me. My mixed heritage may have some contribution, but I feel it is the path I have chosen to walk that has been the deciding factor. I am a Half-Elven Ranger; my path leads me away from Mankind and his cities while my race excludes me from the woodland homes of my father. It could be said that my isolation makes me weak, but I have found an affinity towards life that many will never experience. Within Nature's boundaries I can sense the scales of balance and anticipate how to tip those scales towards a brighter future. Things are changing. I can feel voids in the forest, voids where life should flourish. How long before I must face this darkness? How long until I test myself and find if my heart is free enough to protect my wards?