Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-32099337-20170530213130

This is a story that would be told over a campfire, in a tavern, or to one's ambitious children. A legend of a man seeking revenge. As with all old tales, the exact details have been lost to the ages. But it always starts and ends the same.

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 * 1) Written by Redcreeperjaret##title:The Ranger of Red#author:{name:gondor_male}#types:gondor,eriador#Long ago, In times forgotten, there was a ranger of immense power. Before he was a ranger, however, he lived his life out as a simple {choose:farmer/fisher/hunter/merchant/fletcher}. A humble, honest man, he made a fair living for him and his kin. Sadly, it was not to last. One fateful day, a raiding party of {choose:orcs/uruks/goblins/bandits} attacked his village, and the men took up arms. The fight was long and devastating, and when the dust settled, he was one of the few that survived. For his family, he could not say the same. Fueled by vengeance, he found a place with the Rangers of the North, and was praised for his guile and skill in battle. Eventually, he had spilled enough blood to completely stain his garbs crimson. And thus, they began calling him the Red Ranger. But the ranger's bloodlust had not yet been sated. He desired to wipe out the scum that had taken everything from him. It was then that he began rallying an army to drive the evil out of Eriador. Years with the rangers had made him plenty of friends and supporters, and thus he soon had a force of almost {choose:100/300/500/800/1000} rangers at his command. They spread over the land, killing every dark force in sight. For a time, it seemed that he would succeed. But the ranger forgot that all men must die, and even he was not untouchable. He was {choose:slain as he charged into battle/run through by a wicked orc captain/hit by a stray arrow/betrayed by his second in-command/killed by a poisoned cup of ale}. The Red Ranger was no more. He was buried in a simple coffin, born from the wood of the tree that he died under. His forces then scattered as the orcs, reinvigorated from their victory, began trickling back into Eriador. His final resting place was never found. They say if you travel Eriador or the Lone-Lands at night, you might catch a glimpse of him, still seeking revenge. 