Every character has their story. Each has their own unique life, their own legacy, their own destiny. Many of those stories never are told, they become lost and forgotten, never to be heard. But there are those who pass their stories down. They share their adventures with others. They keep their legend alive. Some may pass the stories down with their children, and then they to their children and so on and so forth til the legend is myth, so out of proportion that the average fighter becomes an invincible warrior, untouchable by the blades of his enemies. Others like to tell it to their friends, to tell the tale around a campfire or at the bar at night, when all is calm and quiet. And others still... Well, they are like me, and are giving the true accountings of the stories by writing it down, keeping a written record of the events. These stories are meant for all to read, meant to be passed down as those little bedtime stories, and after a while, maybe they still turn to myths, and then they become vague and unrealistic, only the written records showing any proof that the person ever truly existed. Well, here is one story, the story of a Dermorian named Farren Kutter, who would one day become known as the Master Ranger of Yliakum.
Farren, as a young Dermorian, was abandoned to the wild, to the streets of some unknown village. He was known to the villagers there, and they treated him nicely, giving him food every once in a while, and one woman even made new clothes for him every month. When he became a bit older, around the age of eleven, he ventured off in search of the city of Hydlaa. He had heard stories of this city from some of the travelers who passed through the village, and it had caught his mind and held it fixed. He went off to this city and after a few days of traveling he finally reached the gates. He passed through those gates, and thus started his life in Hydlaa. He lived on the streets there, living off of the generosity of the many people. Farren often ventured deep into the city, looking for new places to play in. One time he stumbled upon the sewers, and he was chased down by a large one-eyed rat. After several years of living and working small jobs and such, Farren bought himself a sword. Now, this sword wasn\'t very good, but It could kill a rat. He fought the rats in the sewers and gained more skill with the blade. Soon he moved onto gobbles and the crazed fanatics of the sewers, getting better each time he fought. But he was still just a beginner. And already, the seeds of evil were being planted in young Farren\'s life.
Farren grew to eighteen in a flash of distant memories. Everything had gone so fast that he barely even noticed how old he was. He had been training for three years now, and had become an average beginner in the art of combat. He had trained with two weapons after he had gotten enough money to buy the second one. He was a regular down in the sewers, down there every day, killing the rats and gobbles, making a small profit off of their valuable parts. Well, one day, Farren was fighting off a particularly nasty gobble when a Klyros by the name of Sirunie Looseye took care of it easily. After that, the Klyros, leader of the faction known as the Guild Knights, took Farren in, and trained him a bit, also giving him some better quality weapons and a bit of money.
Farren worked well in this faction, and he worked his way up relatively fast, also becoming pretty well known to the prominent members, and becoming good friends with Sirunie as well. He trained to get stronger, and he was earning more money, able to buy more weapons now, though he didn\'t need them. He usually just bought them for those who were new to the life of fighting monsters, remembering his own difficulty when he had now weapons to fight them. Soon, Farren was fighting thugs and tefusangs and the like, trepors being his main targets for training and money, though often going after other targets when he wished for a change of pace. Though he wasn\'t very fond of magic, he learned how to do it, though keeping it at the basic level. He learned a lot and made his way up to the rank of \'Arch Knight\', the highest attainable rank. But ever since he was very little, he had wanted one thing more than any other thing. He wanted to become a protector, an adventurer, and a warrior of good. He wanted to be all of these. He wished to roam the lands in search of adventure, also on a mission to help others. He wished to become what he had come to define as a ranger.
Well, with this dream in mind, Farren set out to create his own faction. With help from his two good friends, Sirunie and Masoj, Farren created the faction known as the Rangers of Yliakum. He developed his own system for the Rangers, a system of training and teaching, where the members taught the newer members and trained them into better warriors. There were also quests set up for the lower ranking Rangers, and by completing these quests, they were setting themselves up for promotion. One of Farren\'s first members was an intelligent, though not necessarily skilled, Enkidukai by the name of Kallis. Kallis was an average fighter, usually to be found in the Arena fighting mercenaries. After a while, Farren had grown tired of fighting trepors and thugs and all, so he had come to the Arena to fight the mercenaries. He found that they were a bit more skilled than the other creatures he had fought, but he could still find victory without too much trouble. Well, Kallis and Farren began building the Rangers up, trying to make it into a greater faction, but they failed at every turn.
The Rangers made very few new members, though they had trained one or two to be better fighters, but only by a little. But by now, Farren had decided he didn\'t really want a large faction. There would be too many members, and he wouldn\'t be able to get to know each one personally as he would like to. So the small amount of Rangers was fine with him after a while. In fact, Farren stopped recruiting less skilled fighters and started off in search of people he saw who might have some potential or already unlocked skill. He found few. But he was not discouraged. He continued to do what he could, and whenever he saw some talent, he asked the person to join. Again, he didn\'t get many, but that was just fine with him. The good members he did have were great friends.
Soon, Faren started getting much stronger. He started going on his own little quests and adventures, doing little things here and there, killing bothersome monsters, helping young and growing warriors. It was what he liked to do, help. It was his motivation. He loved helping people so much. I was the main reason he had made the Rangers, the main reason he even became a ranger. And he was getting much stronger, killing bandits, rogues, gladiators, and he could even take on an ulbernaut if he was under the perfect conditions. He never really tried but once, and that was to save a small Enkidukai girl. He barely got through that encounter alive. Though unscathed, it wouldn\'t take but one direct hit by one of those claws to kill him. So he mainly stayed away from the huge monsters, preferring those he could kill easily, or at least slightly so. After a while, Farren started to openly call himself the Master Ranger, and soon, so did others. He had started what would become his adventurous life.
So now you know the history of the Master Ranger, you know how he became what he is... Well, now you will hear his legend, his story, quite possibly the greatest battle of his life. A battle against an evil force, whose seeds were planted so long ago in the sewers of Hydlaa.
(To be continued...)
