Lerant the Ranger

The woods are thick and wild in the place where he lives. The fresh oaken smell of the forest trees and recently dried leaves on the earthen floor swirl to form a scent found only in such a lively nature setting. Tremendous oaks sprawl everywhere and under their broad leaves hide many creatures of light and darkness alike. Many battles the forest has seen, and many more will come to bother its peace and calm.

A trading post stands at the Crossroads to the Wilderness. And in that post lives a creature, Lerant. Ages ago, Lerant was known as a mighty ranger, protecting innocent druids and cuddling mighty leopards and mammoths. But now... now, he built a simple shacke, haggling for a shiny coin, selling a deerskin, a side of a boar, and at times an infamous dark red potion - a family recipe. Looking at Lerant, one will see that the years of wandering have left the ranger hardened and strong, but his soft side was once prominent and quite well known to the mountain dwarves.

If asked about why he left his days of glory and battle, Lerant will simply smile. Smile and nod, unable to say a word. At times, a tear will fall from his eye fallen on the barren earth, sprouting a tiny plant. If pressed with the question, Lerant will frown. Two names will leave his lips... "Jhaerek"... and ... "The Gem Master."

(to be continued)