Vengeance Of A Ranger Chapter 3-The Hunt Begins
Pain...hurt...guilt...despair...weakness...all of these plague my mind as I return to consciousness. Whatever spell the Drow mage Iirith cast upon me, it drained my strength and sapped the last of my will to fight. The moon was high during my battle with Iirith's undead minions, but now the morning is fast approaching. The remnants of my broken blade lie gleaming in the dirt, accompanied by the bones of the Drow mage's skeletal champion. The reminder of my initial victory does little to ease my guilt. I was the protector of these woods, yet I have allowed a Necromancer to lay waste to at least one settlement under my watch. How can I have failed in this way? Standing amongst the ashes of this once happy settlement I make my solemn vow that Iirith and his followers shall face my wrath and be made to pay for their crimes against the innocents of these woods.
The days following my vow appear merely as a blur as I follow the trail of destruction left by Iirith. I sadly notice that none of the settlements show any signs that their occupants have died for no bodies litter the area surrounding the ashes. Perhaps there is hope that some escaped but I do not think so. I have felt the Drow's power and can only fear that he has added to his army of the night and his trail heads ever northwards. In spite of everything, I can't help but notice that Iirith's trail bears great resemblance to the trail of a nesting animal. I fear and suspect that Iirith is looking for a lair to house his undead horde. If this is the case, I not only need to warn nearby cities and towns, I must also attempt to learn more concerning my foe.
A week has passed since Iirith and his minions invaded the Citadel of Mists in a bloody conquest. I was forced to watch, knowing that any attempt to involve myself in that battle would have surely ended my life. While I do not fear death, I feel that my life still has much to accomplish. I cannot exact my vengeance upon Iirith if I am a mindless zombie in his army. It seems that Iirith plans to winter here and conduct a ceremony of some kind before he unleashes his hordes upon the realms. I will have to leave this place and seek information about the Drow before I can hope to defeat him. I just pray that whatever he is planning will not take place in my absence.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Sakaia, Tom Valor, Tizai and Ashtynn-Jade for your reviews. To answer your questions, Thaimor is a male Half-Elven Ranger and Drow problems won't even be the half of it by the latter stages of this fic ;)
Pain...hurt...guilt...despair...weakness...all of these plague my mind as I return to consciousness. Whatever spell the Drow mage Iirith cast upon me, it drained my strength and sapped the last of my will to fight. The moon was high during my battle with Iirith's undead minions, but now the morning is fast approaching. The remnants of my broken blade lie gleaming in the dirt, accompanied by the bones of the Drow mage's skeletal champion. The reminder of my initial victory does little to ease my guilt. I was the protector of these woods, yet I have allowed a Necromancer to lay waste to at least one settlement under my watch. How can I have failed in this way? Standing amongst the ashes of this once happy settlement I make my solemn vow that Iirith and his followers shall face my wrath and be made to pay for their crimes against the innocents of these woods.
The days following my vow appear merely as a blur as I follow the trail of destruction left by Iirith. I sadly notice that none of the settlements show any signs that their occupants have died for no bodies litter the area surrounding the ashes. Perhaps there is hope that some escaped but I do not think so. I have felt the Drow's power and can only fear that he has added to his army of the night and his trail heads ever northwards. In spite of everything, I can't help but notice that Iirith's trail bears great resemblance to the trail of a nesting animal. I fear and suspect that Iirith is looking for a lair to house his undead horde. If this is the case, I not only need to warn nearby cities and towns, I must also attempt to learn more concerning my foe.
A week has passed since Iirith and his minions invaded the Citadel of Mists in a bloody conquest. I was forced to watch, knowing that any attempt to involve myself in that battle would have surely ended my life. While I do not fear death, I feel that my life still has much to accomplish. I cannot exact my vengeance upon Iirith if I am a mindless zombie in his army. It seems that Iirith plans to winter here and conduct a ceremony of some kind before he unleashes his hordes upon the realms. I will have to leave this place and seek information about the Drow before I can hope to defeat him. I just pray that whatever he is planning will not take place in my absence.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Sakaia, Tom Valor, Tizai and Ashtynn-Jade for your reviews. To answer your questions, Thaimor is a male Half-Elven Ranger and Drow problems won't even be the half of it by the latter stages of this fic ;)