With their breath found, respite had, and wounds licked, the Rangers departed from boggy marshes and instead to war-torn trails. Skulking, keeping to the fringes and shadows of the Highlands the Rangers made their way, with companions of orange found on the way, those of Alterac, to arrive in the Lowlands.
The peace upon the ranging tracks was to be short-lived as a familiar foe reared its ugly head: Shrak the Slayer. A wrathful beast, an ogre who’s hunger knew no bounds, stumbled across the grey-clad archers and set upon them with steel and roars. Injuries were plenty, those broken bones of men and their four-legged companions, and a feathered ogre who sprouted a dozen arrows from his thick hide. With the arrival of the Eagles Talon, the ogre was beaten back and sent running but the rangers doubted that would be the last they saw of Shrak.
From the snowy mountains, they ranged north and then west with ill-fortunes carried on the wind which quipped at their ears. The cursed steel, a heavy burden, was shared with each Ranger called upon to do his, or her, part. Until sanctuary was found amongst whispering woods from fables old. With a deal struck through binding words, the Rangers were not to slip from the scarred plain of Trisfal easily. For the forsaken Warband, and a legion of the horde who made themselves known with shouts of “The Thirteenth”, were to be faced with friends and strangers at their side.
A big thanks to both Horde and Alliance guilds for the first night of RP-PVP ahead of the upcoming campaign.