Rangers Participating : Rallidon Fyrforg, Sergeant, Neoveilius Orsino, Ranger, Aodh Raganhar, Gratien Lucien Frédéric Lambert Bonné, Ranger, Shaumar Deathblade
1st to 15th of Planting Moons
Shaumar’s glistening, purple wings shake off the drops of rain water from his journey. “I’m finally out of that rain” He said to himself. He eyed the trees, “Everything looks so pure…” He wandered around off the path for a moment, taking in the flora of the land elves’ home. His mind rushed back to flying through the aerie peaks with his people. He saw valleys, and sometimes even blankets of trees. Everything was always bordered with sky or rock. He grinned to himself, “If only some of them could see this world.” He shook his head, and let his grin go, “No time to go solemn.” He squinted his eyes, seeing beyond the trees, “There’s always something waiting for me out there.” He stretched out his shimmering wings, and with nothing but a spring’s breeze he took off into the sky. “Seven meters above the treeline should be good enough.” The speeds he could reach were always so much more than back at the aerie. There he would have to weave around peaks, here it was like flying over a sea of trees. “There it is…” He looked off into a group of trees, slightly taller than the rest. The capabilities of the land fae always amazed him. Every hut was built with the tree. Branches seemed to grow as support beams, leaves covering the roofs. Some of them didn’t even have doors, “How welcoming…”
Shaumar flew down to where he thought the rangers station would be. “No way they would let us strangers stay up in the trees with them, that would be too nice.” He shivered slightly when he glanced upon the stables. Not nearly of the same make as the fae craft, some of the parts even seemed to be made with stone. “Human craft.” He audibly scoffed, as he walked into the stables. “Greetings my fellow rangers! I have arrived!” His voice echoed through the stables, startling some of the horses. He tilted his head, “You do not look as though you can wield a weapon Ser Horse.” He let loose a small chuckle and then walked outside to a guard checking up on the horses. “Hello friend, I am a ranger sent to these parts. Do you happen to know where I’m supposed to go from here?” No response, just a confused stare, “Yes, I was just introducing myself to the horses, and…” Shaumar snapped his fingers in front of the befuddled fae’s face. “Yes, I’m an Aevakar, pretty aren’t they.” He stretched out his wings, and hovered in the sky for a moment before landing again, “Now if you’d please, my new home?” The guard shook his head and pointed off to another fairly rickety, but acceptable building. “Thank you, and may your skies be forever free.”
Shaumar walked into the Ranger station, and noticed a gruff dwarf before him. “Hi…” The dwarf looked up to him, and grunted, “And you are?” A welcoming tone, with a strong authority, he must be my lieutenant. “I’m Shaumar Deathblade. I’ve been sent to this ranger station.” Shaumar eyed him up and down, even though short in stature, he looked powerful. Like a midget bear. Land beasts are baffling. “This is the right place. I’m Sergeant Fyrforg. Pick a bunk, and get to work. We have to get this place respectable in a month. Go.”
“Yes sir.” Shaumar Replied.
“Sergeant.” Replied the dwarf with a slightly annoyed tone.
“Sergeant… sorry.” Shaumar then walked off to try and find the safest looking bunk. Walking past the others, not speaking, just watching. Several other gruff looking land beasts setting up their bunks. Shaumar did have to take a double take with one. “Is that a woman?” He thought to himself. “No… wow.” He then left to place his belongings, a few books and reading candles, in his new roost. “This simply won’t do. Sarge!!! I’m going out to gather supplies!” Shaumar harvest whatever flora he found to be aestheically pleasing, and set them up in his roost. Eventually he got the smell right, a crisp smell of lavender that seemed to be carried through the skies of his homeland. He took the final week of the month reading his books, trying to find out the local stories of the area. Then one morning Shaumar was awakened to the sound of the Sergeant yelling, “Get yer asses out of bed! We’ve got a mission!” Shaumar hopped out of bed, and walked over to the growing group of rangers. “Some people have gone missing, and we need to get them back. Meet back here in an hour once you’ve found out where they’ve gone.”
The group started heading out towards GreenTree, where they were last sighted. Shaumar decided to take to the skies as to scout out any enemies before they arrived. Then the winds started to pick up. The group signaled him, and he landed. “We have an unknown force off in the distance.” Shaumar didn’t like the smell in the air. The stink of ozone was getting stronger and stronger, then Sarge picked up, “Get ready for a fight!” We took our stances, and off in the distances were beings made of pure electricity. Fascinating!!! “If you have any magic weapons hit ‘em with all you’ve got! The wind tunnel will dissipate when we’ve ended ’em.” The group all bounded out on their horses, charging into the fray. Shaumar stood back, and cleared his mind. His voice deepened and began to chant the words necessary to open the channels of aether. His hands grasped at invisible clouds, his gestures ripping apart the barrier to where his power was held. His hands swirled around into a circular portal. He compressed the aether energy into a single bolt, and unleashed it at the beasts of electricity. After some time, they were defeated, and we continued on as though nothing had happened. That’s the life of a ranger I suppose.
After some more travel, we heard some yelling in the distance. Rushing to it, we saw the missing villagers running from more lightning beasts. This time there seemed to be a summoner. Again we swarmed out, slashing at them with steel and spell, easily ending their existence.
((I didn’t remember all of the battle details… partially because it was embarassing for Shaumar, and who wants that written down? lol So sorry for the short battle sequences. :D))