| Little is known about the rangers and nature-driven patrolmen of The Greenfields. Bluntly, even, little is known about The Greenfields themselves - however, one thing remains clear: bypassers who choose to disrupt or otherwise disturb the keen natural harmony of its plains and forests would be met with fierce, unwavering opposition. Man and elf alike, though righteous to suspect one another, rise to defend the purity of these lands and their infamy precedes them subtly, if not even unheard of.
During a particularly fateful and rainy night, an otherwise unheard of attack of gargantuan proportions took place in the region. An undead attack, led by more sentient leaders who to this day still remain unknown to the local populace. Their hordes were immense and fearsomely unstoppable, cruelly not sparing women and children in their march. The advances continued for days, some claim even weeks, and many small unknown villages and cottage-folk fell victim to their dark scarring. One of these villages was the hometown of A’Kaz Verth, a simple boy who never even had a chance to breathe life into his own childhood or mature enough to pick a side on the affairs of war on his own accord. No, he wasn’t even granted the chance to survive - for nearly all those around him were brutalized before his very eyes. He ran. He ran into the only place that seemed a tad more forgiving than the bloodbathed battlefield that was otherwise his lair of respite - the forests.
He sat huddled up in the hollow space of a fallen tree log and silently cried, tears blinding him more than the piercing light of the moon. The noises were not far. It was a matter of minutes before another restless warrior from the fugue would find the defenseless boy’s hideout and expedite his journey to his creator. A’Kaz prayed to every deity he had knowledge of, despite not being particularly holy in his upbringing. Any child would in this situation.
A lanky, tall shadowy figure appeared in the darkness. Its hand extended forward. It was bipedal, yet not made of rotten flesh or putrid hatred. It was an elf, lightly copper skinned. Shortbow and blade on his back. He grunted and took the boy to safer groves not far, without a word.
A ranger of The Greenfields.
He took pity to the doom-fated human boy and, despite the elven disdain for those with short lives and eagerness, decided to raise and train the boy not only to now thrive in the woods who offered him a sliver of safety, but also protect it. Martial training of the finest elven warbandship was passed onto him. The languages of fey, the language of nature itself, were crammed into the boy’s mental coffers of knowledge.
An avenger was born that night. With righteous fury in his wounded soul to bring forth terror to those who terrorize others.
Around his neck lies an amulet with a grim-looking bone finger, the claw of a werewolf and the tooth of a Slaadi. Depicting his hatred for each group these objects represent. His favored enemies.
During a particular exploration of inexplicable large tracks left by an unknown perpetrator of nature disruption, A’Kaz lonesomely investigated the clues which promptly led him to a damp, darkened cave. A weird sight on its own, for he presumed to know every crevice and grove in his jurisdiction after two decades of rangership. After entering such, darkness engulfed him but a minute afterwards - the exit was nowhere to be seen, unnaturally so. In a moment of despair the Ranger rushed around thumping loudly, bow gripped readily, but no ambush or foe was in his field of view. Strong feelings of anguish and rage filled the warrior’s soul. Unwarranted, even. It was almost as if the emotions were forced upon his calm visage for a more sinister purpose. The dark caves blessed him with a faint, misty light - and just that, mist. He braved the mists for what felt like an hour, barely seeing a feet ahead of his eyes.
That is when the mists dissipated and he found himself at a strange camp. A very small settlement of Vistani with drums filling the dark woods.
A new trial, perhaps a permanent one, enters the Ranger’s stage - now in the Core.
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