So you want to something about rangers.Aye, I can help
with that.
First,though,if want some story about how a ranger's life is
carefree and happy,nothing but skipping through the forest singing songs and petting raccoons,you've come
to the wrong place.We don't do that.If anyone's tra-la-ing through the woods,it's probably a bard,or maybe
a druid who's been nibbling some fermented berries,and they've only got that luxury because there's a ranger
out in front somewhere,breaking trail.
That's us,the one's out in front,kicking through the underbrush and hoping to spot
whatever's hiding in it before it sees us.And the forest,well,that's where we get to
hang out on a good day,if Tunare's willing and our luck is all paid up.
Imagine slogging for days through some nameless swamp,mud and weeds and
things you'd rather not think about clogging every link in your chainmail,soaked to
the bone,with a stone that feels like you could build a small keep on it stuck in
your boot.Imagine swimming through this disgusting,brackish water with more
than your own weight in armor and supplies strapped to your back.Imagine rising fromthe swamp with buw in
hand,sending an arrow into the back of some wretched godsforsaken trollspawned freak of un-nature,then
tossing off a quick spell to get the reeds and grasses to trip him up and slow him enough that you can leg it
back to your party before it eats you.Imagine wading into the thick of the fight,hacking away with your
blades,slamming the thing with your magic,andgetting half the life torn out of you in the process,only to
hear the warrior congratulated for his sword work and the wizard for his spells.Imagine your only thanks is
being told to do it again.
Does that sound appealing? Does that sound like the life for you? Better yet,does that sound exactly like what
you were doing just yesterday? Unknown Author |
