Yale
08-16-2006, 11:40 AM
The man rode on his summoned shadow steed, slumped slightly forward, his green leather sleeves tattered, his quiver nearly empty. Ophidian and ally blood, mixed with the dirt and grime of hard pitched battles, covered the ranger’s face and armor. Passing through the deep woods at a healthy speed, the ranger reflected on the long battle that he had just disengaged from.
The Ophidian battle plans captured had given the resistance a set goal to reverse the tide and push the vile snake-men back into the sea. They had progressed well, deeper this time into Skara’s heart, until the Ophidians cut off the fighters and surrounded them in small pockets of steel and fury, regaining much of the lost ground from earlier in the battle. After breaking out from the pocket and helping some fallen and wounded comrades fall back to regroup, Yale took a few moments to regain his composure, restocking his dwindling arrow and bandage supply from a cache he had setup.
Within the fracas the ranger Yale had seen something peculiar that distracted even his steadfast duty to the cause. A beautiful lady stood across from his now empty supply cache, shimmering of charisma….Somehow Yale was drawn to her. Bound by duty, the ranger approached and greeted her, and warned her of the deadly battles just to the south in the town center, thinking she may have been in danger. Perhaps she was a tailor or merchant he reasoned. They exchanged formalities, she had asked for his name and he had given it to her, she said her name was Alira…Alira Drakrul. Her light blue eyes shimmered in the evening moonlight, Trammel and Felucca both half full. Yale broke the eye contact, slightly flustering the ranger, when he heard a scream and a distant battle cry. Duty called…but those eyes…they distracted him even as he rode off to rejoin his allies. He was definitely intrigued.
Appearances can be deceiving Yale reckoned later on, as he had underestimated his new acquaintance. She joined a fevered battle a bit later that evening with effective magic that flowed from her. An Ophidian general observed the ranger’s bow spitting death to his ranks and charged….sorely pressed, the ranger had to retreat and fast…but the general had execution on his mind….the lady whom Yale thought could not defend herself…it didn’t matter now…she had helped save him from the Ophidian general’s retribution. The ranger finally managed to shake the snake-man’s death sentence by sneaking off into the small forest grove after a long chase through the maze of city streets….
The green-clad ranger snapped out of his thoughts as he approached and moved through the mountain pass to the ranger’s small tower on the western shore, near Shame’s vile hole, which still spilled much evil to the land. The RoH tower was the only structure for miles, the only bastion in this wild and dangerous area. Yale was the caretaker of these woods and lands surrounding it….spending a majority of his time trailblazing, patrolling, and helping lost or hurt adventurers when they did dare Shame’s allure of lost riches.
Danica and Jacob were busy at the tower when Yale arrived; Danica was grinding potions away, while Jacob worked the spinning wheel and loom, restocking a quickly depleting supply of bandages. Thoughts of the evening battle mixed with those of Alira’s enchanting eyes as the ranger quickly drifted into a shallow, uneasy sleep. Too much work to be done still…too much death to sleep peacefully…to much at risk to relax and let his mind be free….The ranger would ride out in the morning with fresh supplies, back to Skara and the resistance.
The Ophidian battle plans captured had given the resistance a set goal to reverse the tide and push the vile snake-men back into the sea. They had progressed well, deeper this time into Skara’s heart, until the Ophidians cut off the fighters and surrounded them in small pockets of steel and fury, regaining much of the lost ground from earlier in the battle. After breaking out from the pocket and helping some fallen and wounded comrades fall back to regroup, Yale took a few moments to regain his composure, restocking his dwindling arrow and bandage supply from a cache he had setup.
Within the fracas the ranger Yale had seen something peculiar that distracted even his steadfast duty to the cause. A beautiful lady stood across from his now empty supply cache, shimmering of charisma….Somehow Yale was drawn to her. Bound by duty, the ranger approached and greeted her, and warned her of the deadly battles just to the south in the town center, thinking she may have been in danger. Perhaps she was a tailor or merchant he reasoned. They exchanged formalities, she had asked for his name and he had given it to her, she said her name was Alira…Alira Drakrul. Her light blue eyes shimmered in the evening moonlight, Trammel and Felucca both half full. Yale broke the eye contact, slightly flustering the ranger, when he heard a scream and a distant battle cry. Duty called…but those eyes…they distracted him even as he rode off to rejoin his allies. He was definitely intrigued.
Appearances can be deceiving Yale reckoned later on, as he had underestimated his new acquaintance. She joined a fevered battle a bit later that evening with effective magic that flowed from her. An Ophidian general observed the ranger’s bow spitting death to his ranks and charged….sorely pressed, the ranger had to retreat and fast…but the general had execution on his mind….the lady whom Yale thought could not defend herself…it didn’t matter now…she had helped save him from the Ophidian general’s retribution. The ranger finally managed to shake the snake-man’s death sentence by sneaking off into the small forest grove after a long chase through the maze of city streets….
The green-clad ranger snapped out of his thoughts as he approached and moved through the mountain pass to the ranger’s small tower on the western shore, near Shame’s vile hole, which still spilled much evil to the land. The RoH tower was the only structure for miles, the only bastion in this wild and dangerous area. Yale was the caretaker of these woods and lands surrounding it….spending a majority of his time trailblazing, patrolling, and helping lost or hurt adventurers when they did dare Shame’s allure of lost riches.
Danica and Jacob were busy at the tower when Yale arrived; Danica was grinding potions away, while Jacob worked the spinning wheel and loom, restocking a quickly depleting supply of bandages. Thoughts of the evening battle mixed with those of Alira’s enchanting eyes as the ranger quickly drifted into a shallow, uneasy sleep. Too much work to be done still…too much death to sleep peacefully…to much at risk to relax and let his mind be free….The ranger would ride out in the morning with fresh supplies, back to Skara and the resistance.