The Queen Reborn
Half Elf Ranger
After losing my tranquil farm life due to pirate raids, I decided to take to the woods with the knowledge my father passed on to me. I quickly adapted as a scavenger, a nomad, living off of nothing more than what the land had to offer me. One morning, while hiding in a tree hoping to spot a stag worthy of filling my belly for a week, I witnessed an ambush on a nearby trail. Out of fear for my own life I decided not to act until matters had settled themselves. This was unlike the attack I remembered from my childhood; instead of killing every last witness this group of highway bandits promised their target, a jewelry merchant, that he could leave with his life as long as he surrendered his three most valuable gems. Upon seeing this act of kindness it struck a nerve I hadn’t felt in a long time, I felt humanity in their tone. See, living off of the land changed me; sure, I could track an animal and craft the hide into armor, but thinking like an animal has a strange way of turning somebody into an animal. After contemplating whether I should live out my life in the woods a loner or join in on the camaraderie of these highway bandits, I chose a life of human interaction. I quickly advanced among their ranks, for a well equipped farm boy turned hunter the training exercises they threw at me were like child’s play. We trained, we hunted, we robbed, we thrived. On the surface everything was nice, and then people started getting sick. Nobody knew what exactly we were dealing with, and so without a cure or any clue as to where to start looking for a cure we lost a few villagers. Just when we thought all hope was lost, a cleric and two of his friends happened to stumble across our camp… must be a sign I suppose.