The Rangers of the western provinces respond to the call for service...

From the encampment of over five hundred soldiers under the King's own command, ready to swoop down like avenging angels delivering God's own justice to Eldar and his men...Messangers were sent out, skilled in thier jobs in both peace time and war. And riding the swiftest horses that could be spared for the task.

Gregorick WatltheSeer, though both Count and General he now was called and served as, would always be a Ranger too, in his heart at least. And by the King's will, he sent the call to rally forth his comrades of the rangers that still roamed and served the lands of the western provinces of Barbarus:

Eric, the finest tracker ever born



Boris, who's way with the wild beasts was rivaled by none



Lucas, the most foppish of the rangers but who held the heart of the people of the west (mostly the women)



Rackar, whom Gregorick had learned the skill of dual sword fighting from



Franklin, the oldest of the lot, but his eye and hand were steady as ever in skill of archery



Colin, the youngest, who had not showed a clear talent for any partiuclar skill yet but was determined and dedicated to be a ranger



Ronald, the most proficent at garnering information in urban areas



Stephan, the most noble in manner of them all and whom they could all easily imagine becoming a true knight someday



Yolaf and the assasin that was strangely connected with him, known only as "Blade". The two were nigh on inseperatable, and if the King should ever need the uses of one of Barbarus's few actual assasins, "Blade" would be summoned forth by Yolaf to do whatever dark need neccesary



And finaly, though perhaps the most important of all, Matthew. Under who's guidance and training, Gregorick had learned almost all he knew of a ranger's skill and quiet honor. Though they worked for the most part on their own, seldom seeing eachother; in times of crisis for the western provinces, Matthew was the one the others looked to, for guidance and leadership to assist them in best serving Barbarus's lands.



.......Gregorick smiled some, hearing the news the messangers brought back, after finding and alerting, each of his friends from his own roaming ranger days. Each had responded with unquestionable loyalty to the Crown's command. If King Isidore needed their skills when war was openly declared and made upon the hated Zackfare to the west, then they would serve, one and all and with a will, to do what they could to ensure the stolen Barbarus lands returned and the constant insolence and threat of Zackfare dealt with.

For a moment, he felt his old self again, hearing from the messangers of the words each had given, along with their greetings to Gregorick himself. He looked forward to seeing and working with them each, once more. But...

But the claw that gripped his heart now, as his time of avenging his family against Zackfare grew slowly closer, and his soul in turn grew darker...Allowed him but brief respite to feel that warmth of his true nature...Before overwhelming him once more. And nodding to the messangers, sending them back to their normal duties, Gregorick turned, and went to Isidore's war pavilion.

And within, reported the news that the western rangers, all of them, would be there, when the King had need of their services.

((OOC note: These are all NPC's. IF anyone would like to play one of them, I'm more then willing to discuss the matter. All but Matthew that is, he's an important NPC of Gregorick's past, so I am going to hold on to NPC'ing him myself, if I need to do so.))