S.Y. 316.4
(January 18, 2003)
Driven from our homes....
By Bruin, Rangers of Skara Brae
From The Scrolls of The PRC
Word
was spreading like wildfire through the Spiritwood Community......
"The Dark Alliance is massing an army to attack the Ranger Huts
in Spiritwood tonight, we are gathering all available forces as we speak,"
Minty Ice, General of OTW exclaimed to Bruin.
Preparations for war were being made. Rangers were awoken from their
rest to repel this invasion.
"We can not let them take the area near the Ranger Huts...our beloved
Ranger Hall is there, and then there'll be nothing standing in the way
of them entering Skara..." Bruin thought to himself.
We gathered the troops for war, Wolves and Rangers alike stood ready
to defend...
Soon we could hear
the footsteps of the approaching army. "Ty'orthor!" Someone
exclaimed. "The Daemon lord? What role does he play in this?"
Bruin thought, but he was interupted as the footsteps got louder and
louder.
Then it sunk in, we were outnumbered. We didn't know by how many, but
we knew we were in for one hell of a fight.
Soon,
poison fields started appearing, corp pors flying in through the air
and explosions everywhere.
"One likes to think they can think straight and calm their nerves
in battle. But veterans know, one doesn't think, it's all instinct as
everything happens too fast, and it is mostly remembered as a blur,"
Bruin thought to himself as he could now only see the world in black
and white...
It
was over. Defeat. He could see no Rangers or Wolves standing, and the
Dark Alliance was just standing there, smirking.
Bruin returned to collect his things, head hung low...
The Rangers and the Wolves then retreated to Skara... In the distance a voice called out: "And we shall keep the hall!"