Delvatath: The Ranger
Delvatath was busy cooking his morning's repast in the forest outside the city. He was a handsome man, in a rugged way. He was tall with a muscular build. He had long jet-black hair that reached to the middle of his back and was kept in a ponytail. He was clean-shaven. His brown eyes gave him an almost feral look. Both of his ears were pierced with golden studs. He wore a gray button up shirt, worn completely open, that had had the sleeves removed. His pants were of a heavy and coarse fabric and were also gray. He wore heavy black leather boots as well. But his most distinguishing feature were his tattoos. The entirety of his feet and up to his mid-calf were a solid emerald green. All of both of his hands and up to his mid-forearm were also the same emerald green. He had another that began about midway up his throat, came down to his upper chest and back, extended over to his shoulders, and came down his shoulders to several spiked points. His last was on his face. It, too, was emerald green and ran across both of his eyes to his temples and curled downwards to his cheekbones. The tattoo also ran down his nose in a thin line to the very tip of his nose. Today the sun shone brightly and he was happy to be out in such pleasant weather.
The fire under his breakfast suddenly leaped up and Delvatath barely had enough time to fall backwards to avoid being burned by the flames. Slowly, the form of a man in a full suit of plate mail rose from the flames. Delvatath tried to see who the man was, but his face was obscured from sight by his helm. Delvatath quickly drew his swords and got in a defensive stance.
"I come to you in peace, good Ranger."
"Who are you?" asked Delvatath.
"I am the Avatar of the god Helm."
Delvatath relaxed his stance a little. "What would the god of protection want with me?"
"Your help."
"Why would a god want or need my help?" asked Delvatath.
"Why would I not want your help?"
"Your point is well taken," said Delvatath. "What would you have of me?"
"There is a kingdom in a far-off land that is threatened by invaders. At every turn, the kingdom turns to me for its continued salvation. And at every turn, I listen."
"Okay," said the Ranger. "Go on."
"Now I search this world for people of noble heart who would be my champions."
"And you intend for me to be one of those, champions?" asked Delvatath.
"Only if you want to be."
"And if I decline?" asked Delvatath.
"Then I would leave you in peace. Is that what you would like?"
"No," said Delvatath. "Not at all. I will help you. Please, tell me more."
To be continued...