04-19-2012, 06:15 AM
“War is coming elves, do not expect your bows and you trees to protect you, these foul Daemons and Vampires care little for cuts and bruises, your going to need real power and ferocity to even have a chance against them, their numbers are forever growing while your numbers stay unchanged while Craditz is in his sick bed. I have seen a hundred wars in my time and take my advice, you need to seek help from whom ever you can, do not pass up Darken-Rahl, the dragon kin are few but there fire breathe will shake the vampires to their cold dead heart. Seek help from the Dwarves, their mighty hammers will crush any Daemon skull, Gotrek Gurnesson and Bloodrock are supreme wielders of the heavy two handed axe and they will take a toll even if it costs them their life. Heed my warning Raziel, if you do not step up and ask for help you will die and your trees will burn. I will seek out John Falstaff, I suggest you and Mael seek out the others.” Halt strode swiftly out of the room and outside in to the forests of Yew. It was cold in this damp region so he pull his cloak a little tighter than usual before climbing upon Abalard, his trusted horse for over 17 years.
It was a long trip to Trinsic so Halt took shelter in the Ranger Huts outside of Skara Brae for a rest before setting off once again to call on the Vanguards for help.
The Ranger reached the walls of Trinsic as the sun faded and darkness over took the Sand-Stone City.
Halt entered The Travelers Inn of Trinsic and was met by the stares of the Innkeeper and his wife, they were not used to seeing men like Rangers and the mystery the surrounded them and there abilities to seemingly meld into the shadows left the common folk wondering if black magic was involved. “Greetings” the Innkeeper said, with a slight quiver in his voice. “Hail sir, ma’am, my name is Halt, I am of the King’s Rangers and on official business, is there a warm meal I may order?” “Of course lord, at once!” replied the rather over weight man. “I am no ones lord Innkeeper; I told you my name I expect you to use it, thank-you” The lady served Halt a pint of beer before ushering him over to a warm table by the fire.
It was a quiet night at the Inn and after he finished his meal and handed over a few gold he booked a room and headed upstairs for some much need rest and time to clear his thoughts on the day he had ahead of him.
It was a long trip to Trinsic so Halt took shelter in the Ranger Huts outside of Skara Brae for a rest before setting off once again to call on the Vanguards for help.
The Ranger reached the walls of Trinsic as the sun faded and darkness over took the Sand-Stone City.
Halt entered The Travelers Inn of Trinsic and was met by the stares of the Innkeeper and his wife, they were not used to seeing men like Rangers and the mystery the surrounded them and there abilities to seemingly meld into the shadows left the common folk wondering if black magic was involved. “Greetings” the Innkeeper said, with a slight quiver in his voice. “Hail sir, ma’am, my name is Halt, I am of the King’s Rangers and on official business, is there a warm meal I may order?” “Of course lord, at once!” replied the rather over weight man. “I am no ones lord Innkeeper; I told you my name I expect you to use it, thank-you” The lady served Halt a pint of beer before ushering him over to a warm table by the fire.
It was a quiet night at the Inn and after he finished his meal and handed over a few gold he booked a room and headed upstairs for some much need rest and time to clear his thoughts on the day he had ahead of him.