“You’ll have your audience, Ranger, i’ve no doubt, now that I know your purpose.”
Darion the Red, 34-04-13
13th day, 4th month, Year 34 - 626 by the King’s Calendar, the rovers from the lake to the north did chance upon a most long path through Wrynn’s kingdom, over Westfall plains, and through thicketed Duskwood roads, in which they first encountered the red warrior - kissed by fire, and in fullest steel armour the color of fresh blood, perfect and flawless in its every way, made to shine. And he, with his mighty spear and shield of the Highlands, was messenger and loyal warrior, to the knight of rangers’ search; the golden one of Hester, with his magicked sword and golden plate. Wary, and mistrustful, was the Red, until he heard their purpose meant, hells pitted out of his stinging eyes with admission to the nature of news brought from the lice and poor cloth of the rovers. Their parting bore good ending, and with it, the knight of the tower - Sir Danhar Hester, would know of their coming.
“Magic and steel won’t ever kill any of them. - We believe it takes a certain knowledge. Learn who they were, where they came from; learn their most well kept secret; their identity.”
Danhar, 34-04-15
15th day, 4th month, Year 34 - 626 by the King’s Calendar, the Lordamere Rangers passed into the mountains red and a meeting long-since pondered upon with the famous knight in gold armour. Sir Danhar Hester, was he, and no happy news would come of their meeting, for the darkness that rides, dwelt upon, was an enemy beyond mortal match. The will to act, was upon their faces. The hour was late - prolonged. The story of the Tower on the Isle, where was Ralf and then the black wraiths, was recalled and spoken to the legend-knight, ere he gave his own tale of the latters’ unbridled power, what they were and what they could be. A coin of Hester’s’ mark, was given the Ranger Captain Emeric; a promise of aid to vagrant rangers when in need, at the urgency of fell foe.
“We’ll come riding, but our power won’t win you this war. - All we can do is fight off the darkness for tomorrow.”
Danhar, 34-04-15
The small hours that were, on that fateful night carried away whispers and uproar both - an unfortunate meet, with comeuppance, was there, for the islander Eadmaer, and a young, endeared friend from the isle-nation; blame and betrayals, and hasty accusations flung with fist and blood of nose, and good heart sank that night, wroth with wound from the Stormsong Rebellion.
But for the other companions as well, the scene was restive - by urgent letter from the League of Arathor, and summons to war and brutal fight with a foe known to be remorseless. Without delay, departure would be swift.
The guild will be making its way up, to do battle with the Horde once more, this time in the Hinterlands!