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The Ranger

The Forest doesn't descriminate. Your bodies will not go to waste.

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a character in “War in Cedia”, as played by MisterMagicMuffin

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Name: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana
Nicknames/Aliases: Ranger, Winter Sapling, The Caretaker, Twin Swords
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Description: The Ranger is a male vampire, complete with the common characteristics of his race, large canines, and the slow heart of the undead. He stands at a modest 5'10, with compact muscle protected by an assortment of leather and light armours that allow protection without sacrificing movement. Usually his face is obscured due to the nature of what some would call an affliction. His hair, long a black, is most often kept tucked into the back of his cloak, save for when he is with the forest children, as they have a tendency to braid it. Ruthlessness is as much his nature as the forest around him, and the dogma he follows is of the forest he had guarded since before fangs first touched his flesh

Powers/Magic: Given his age, magic is often the topic of legend. It is said he moves like a cat, and weaves in and out of shadow like the darkness spirits him too and from another realm. They say his footsteps are silent, muffled by his influence. His vampiric nature is alluring to some, and a reason to die to others and What can be said with certainty is that his skill with bow and blades, as well as his knowledge for tactics makes him a dangerous foe to his opposites, and a firm ally to those who he stands shoulder to shoulder with.

Bio: The Ranger originated from a tribe in the South who settled in this land quite some time in the past. Despite their natural affinity for the forest they came to reside in, tension, war, and ultimately a genocide wiped them clear from the map, and history. Roderic was the soul survivor, offered a choice by a passerby as he lay dying in in the fields of his people. Revenge was why he decided to rise again, but it was the forest he loved that made him stay. He joined the ranks of the Rangers to protect the place he loved, and battle after battle, and conspiracy after conspiracy eventually lead him to the ranks of the druids. To him, the Empire is the antithesis to the world that exists of its own free will, and by the bow and blade he'll defend what he believes in




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So begins...

The Ranger's Story

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Character Portrait: Mariana Caprea Character Portrait: Delilah Rivers Character Portrait: The Ranger
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The arrow was nocked and pulled taut against the bowstring, backed by the hundred and twenty pound pull of his recurve, Elliot. This bow was an instrument of war carved from the cold corpse of Mariana's slain child, his body reclaimed from the arrogant hunters who sought to use the branches of his body as a trophy. "Behold the slain child of the rebel leader!" They proclaimed. "Witness the might of our Empire!" They shouted, as they hefted the boy over their heads. An offering to their beliefs. Their King, and the just war he waged in the name of normalcy.

He had fallen onto them as an instrument of her fury, her pain was exorcized through him with every stroke of his blade as he severed the tether that anchored them to the mortal plane. Their agonized cries for mercy, spoken by the youngest members of their group hung in the air unheard. No tales of young children or pregnant wives earned their lives that day. He left promises to their mothers unfulfilled as tears fell from dead eyes, onto the forest below.

He didn't drink from their corpses, as his sanguine desires often demanded. He wanted no part of their body to sustain his immortality. "Let the worms take them and the sun bleach their bones". The Ranger said. "May the smiles of their skulls speak of the joy I wrested from them as they fell to her wrath."

On the eve of this massacre he fashioned Elliot into a weapon, turning the beautiful boy into a beautiful bow of yew, crafted with love and tender care. The boy stayed by his side from that moment onward.

He ensured that his arrows flew true, and that none save him could pull it's immense weight.

The Ranger's gloved fingertips released the arrow, a low 'twang' sounding as the bowstring propelled the deadwood forward, and into the forehead of the other scout, piercing his skull and forcing his eyes back into an eternity of sightlessness. He had been playing a game with the scout for the better part of a day, leading him farther and farther away from the bulk of his forces as he played the part of an injured man. A man desperately trying to escape the scope of a kingscout bow, trailing blood upon each root he fled across.

He had been killing in this area especially, and allowing the pathfinders to continue their search in other areas. It was a ploy to trick the empires armies into thinking they were getting closer to striking at the heart of their resistance, that each arrow in their troops marked a desperate attempt to conceal their position.

The Ranger had been absent from the main camp during this crusade for a few suns, to work directly with his fellow Rangers as they mapped the areas for their ambush, and subsequent skirmish. The supply lines had been stretched during the Empires march, and now was the opportune time to strike.

For now he'd depart this area, and return to the Grove to share his information with Mariana. He covered his tracks well, using the trees when he could, and rocky outcrops as the appeared. He even doubled back, and crossed his own path, adding layers of confusion if anyone (which he doubted) had managed to follow him this far into the forest.

In a few days time, he had returned to the camp, signaling the sentries long before he entered their line of fire. During his journey he had run low on blood, and needed to feed, and he would. Once he had seen Mariana.

The Groves familiar smell, along with the intricately woven fabrics of her place in the middle put his hunger pangs at ease, clearing his mind of the slight haze that had settled around the good sense that kept his more primal natures at bay. On the way in, he passed Delilah, whom he greeted warmly.

"Miss Rivers." He nodded, lowering his hood and face mask, allowing the tresses of his raven black locks to fall free onto his breastplate and cape.

"Mother."

The Ranger knelt before Mariana, a sign of respect, and reverence for his leader. He rose after a few moments, and moved toward the map she had clearly been puzzling over. He removed the glove from his left hand, and his finger rested on the northern part of the map, trailing a slow circle around one part in particular.

"They've moved here, beyond Arias's respite, and well into Madman's March. Their raiding parties have extended beyond what we originally anticipated."

He trailed a larger circle around the original.

"Hunter parties have been seen here, here, and here, operating beyond the armies reach, most of these seem to be freelance, as they don't maintain contact with main army."

"Their slow movement can be attributed to a brief skirmish line we set up here." He tapped behind the original circle he had drawn. "To force them to take their war machines through untamed land."

"Their supply lines have grown thinned with their forced march. I would like to suggest a raid at your earliest convenience Mother."

He bowed.

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The Grove.

A soft and comforting smile was on Delilah's face when she spotted Mariana.
"Good morning dear." she'd say, before dropping the bag of Yoona Berries on a nearby table. "I brought you breakfast, as well as some interesting news from the East."
Delilah had just finished her sentence when in walked Roderic, who greeted Mari and her warmly before bowing down in front of Mariana.
"They've moved here, beyond Arias's respite, and well into Madman's March. Their raiding parties have extended beyond what we originally anticipated."
It was obvious the vampire had quite a bit to say, so Delilah would take a seat in a chair off to the side of Mari and cross her legs as she leaned forward with curiosity.

"Hunter parties have been seen here, here, and here, operating beyond the armies reach, most of these seem to be freelance, as they don't maintain contact with main army. Their slow movement can be attributed to a brief skirmish line we set up here." He tapped behind the original circle he had drawn. "To force them to take their war machines through untamed land. Their supply lines have grown thinned with their forced march. I would like to suggest a raid at your earliest convenience Mother."d

Delilah took in the words that had just been spoken before her for a few moments before speaking up. "They've thinned quite drastically indeed. From what I saw earlier they have 20 guards per group of 100 prisoners. And the vehicles on which they carry parts for the extractor have grown quite ragged. They can't even afford to have scouts along the eastern trade routes, or they're quite awful, since they didn't spot Cadie here robbing their meat cart."
Delilah had grown tired of the chair and stood up to pace a bit instead of sitting. "I had planned to observe them for longer but the numbers were lacking so that I had plenty of time to stock up on these babys!"
It was in her personality to be pleasantly vivacious even amidst serious and morose companions, so it was no surprise that Delilah had a smile on her face as she patted the bag of Yoona Berries.
"Food aside though, a raid on the eastern trade routes could prove a wise idea, or a giant waste of time if we send too many and all we can get is a few barely stocked meat carts, a few guards, and a handful of prisoners."

Delilah was brainstorming out loud, as usual. She thought a raid on the thinned trade routes should occur, and due to her own history she always wanted to do whatever was in her power to free prisoners of the King, but in the back of her mind she didn't want to expend but so many forces to do so. Nevertheless the final say was not hers to make, and at the end of the day she trusted Mari to make a wise decision.

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Mariana’s posture eased with relief at the sight of the Ranger, and the familiar tone of his voice. The rebels needed news, and her faithful companion never failed to deliver it. 



“Mister Montana,” she greeted, glancing up from her work only long enough to note his bow before he began to lay out the enemy position. Her tension eased further as he indicated the success of their previous efforts to drive the army through wild lands, and she pushed her pawns around the map to match the newly ascertained positions. “If they’re already moving into Madman’s March, I’d have to agree about the raid.” 



The Mother glanced toward Delilah as she entered, offering a nod in response to the woman’s chipper greeting and input. 

“They’ve learned well enough not to scavenge in a forest they’ve lost favor with,” she said, tracing lines with her finger from where Montana had cited the army’s reach, and then several more where previous supply caravans had been established. “For a force of their size, not eating anything off of the land, it goes without saying that an effective raid could be devastating.



“And with numbers as thin as you claim, Miss Rivers, they would have no way to rebound. It would force them to retreat and restock.”



She stared down for a long moment, eyeing the various locations that had been laid out for the Hunters, along wit the army’s main force. Hunters, from what she had seen, were a hardier breed— Cutting off supply lines could damage them, but it would hardly force them back for more than a few days.



“If we take a small force around their flank, we can ambush whatever supply lines they have coming from Amarath in the East,” she said, indicating an arch just past where Montana had indicated the army’s movement, “It will drive the main army further into the March, possibly hoping to come out and receive a restock from Hildeberk on the other end, at which point we can intercept them with another ambush from the South, here. If these two forces keep pressure on from both ends, the King’s Army will eventually have to attempt to cross River Armid, where our naiads will be waiting to intercept them. And, if we’re absurdly lucky, we could draw out a Hunter party in the commotion.”

She sat back to stare at the map from a further distance, looking to her companions for further input. "And thank you, Miss Rivers, for breakfast."

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A raid on the Eastern Trade routs could be tactically advantageous. It was work for a small party as was suggested by Mariana's second in her usual jovial tone. He'd pass his opinion on that matter in a moment. He listened to Marianna talk first, running through her stratagem in his minds eye as she spoke. Essentially, she wanted to use a pincer movement. A classic that spanned centuries due to it's simplicity and effectiveness.

"Your strategy is sound Mother." He replied. "I would like to organize a series of small strikes at random placements, to bleed the beast so to speak." "My aim to put them on edge, and instill anxiety in their forces. If their moral suffers further it will effect their performance in battle. Lack of Food and Fear, a pincer of another kind."

"These strikes can extend to the Hunter parties, keeping them busy while we move in the Forest, that is my suggestion." During the course of their discussion, blue veins had stretched up his neck to his jawline, and others crow crawled from the corners of his eyes, seeming to start around the iris.

"Miss Rivers, in regards to the Eastern Trade routs, I can see the worth in sending a small team to raid the line, that being said, I'd propose we exclusively attack wares being sold to the military. Further more, we wouldn't be able to send support to this team during their raids, due to our forces being focused on this assault. I suggest a highly skilled team for that endeavor, but not one that would be too sorely missed on the battlefield."

His eyes lingered on Delilah for a short time, then moved back to Mariana.

"Mother, your thoughts."

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Having grabbed the last of the raw meat from between her fingers, the large crow mildly pecked at Cleo’s hand until she spread her fingers, palm up, to prove there was nothing left. He clicked at her and ruffled his feathers before taking off towards the fringes of thicker forest around the grove.

Cleo munched on her breakfast. It was hard to miss Roderic in all his armor and various weapons enter from the Eastern edge of the forest, back from some crusade or other. As expected, he headed straight for the Mother’s headquarters. Cleo followed him with her eyes until he and the great bow at his back slid through the draping vines to be engulfed by the willow and presumably share the new intel he had gathered.

Cleo sighed and turned to look towards the area of forest the Ranger had entered the Grove from. Sometimes, when the day was clear and bright and the wild young of the Grove ran and played, one might almost forget that there was a war raging. A war that could never escape your mind for too long, because eventually night would fall and mothers would call their children to their sides when they strayed too far, and each attack the King launched against the Magicals was a step closer to exposing their safe haven in his attempt to massacre their people. In the warmth of the morning sun, Cleo shuddered.

Born into this time and life, Cleo knew nothing of true peace. Children grew up quickly in times of war, even this far from the physical fighting. Cleo knew she would one day help in the efforts, and probably that day would be soon. The problem was, she had no idea how. She worked hard and did what she could around the Grove, but her contribution felt so miniscule.

Swallowing her last bite of breakfast, Cleo stood and smoothed her hands down her tunic. This moping was of no use to anyone, and so she set off for the forest on the western perimeter of the Grove - away from where the Ranger had returned from the fighting.

She was thinking of gathering some more of the general plants and herbs that were the most useful when she stepped beyond the first line of dense trees. The sounds of bustle and voices of the Grove began to fall away from the girl's’ ears, replaced by the more muted, soothing sound of the forest. Wind drifted around trunks and rustled bushes. A raccoon leapt from one tree limb to another as it headed towards her, causing nuts to fall and patter against the forest floor. Cleo knelt to pick one up. She placed it in the palm of her hand and stretched her arm out to the masked creature before her.

The raccoon chittered as it took the nut from her and turned it around in it’s nimble paws. Raccoons, being omnivores, usually know where to find many useful things within the forest. Cleo smiled and nodded her thanks, heading off to where it had mentioned she might find a patch of garlic by some yarrow. These plants, and many other herbs, were used for healing, cooking, and various magics. Perhaps she could bring something useful back for the druids to use.

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Mariana watched the Ranger as he spoke, noting the spread of dark veins across his features but saying nothing. She had worked with Roderic long enough to trust he could manage his hunger.



She would be as brief as possible. 



“The pincer on the army will be effective at veering them from their course, and I suggest we execute it as soon as possible,” she said, noting the proximity of their position to the Grove, “They’re a only moon’s march from finding our position on their current route, though I doubt that they know that. If we were to take two small, light forces, though, we could come up along the game migration trails, here—“ she gestured to a line marked in pale green on her maps, “and here, and reach them within the week. The naiads will need a slightly longer time to migrate upstream and into position, but they should reach the crossing in time to intercept whatever our forces manage to drive to the banks.”



At the mention of raiding the trade routes, her face turned down into a purse-lipped frown. She was not displeased by the idea, but the risks were troublesome: Leaving a force without support in a time of possible need was reckless, but failing to intercept military supply shipments could very well undermine their tactics in Madman’s March. 

“I agree that this would be an opportune time to raid the trade routes, but as Mister Montana has proposed, we should only spare forces to strike those selling to the army. I worry about a force we cannot provide support for, so we will only send though who will not need it.



“The trade route unit will be assembled exclusively of shifters, dryads, and fae with a knack for camouflage. If they fail, they can disappear to lick their wounds until we can spare support to rescue them. As for the pincer forces, I trust that Miss Rivers will be able to assemble two adequate teams to leave tomorrow evening.”

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The Grove.

Delilah listened as Roderic and Mariana discussed strategies. She was still eating one of her Yoona Berries and as Mariana began spoke up again she'd actually cough a bit from a seed at the heart of the berry make it's way down her throat.
"The pincer on the army will be effective at veering them from their course, and I suggest we execute it as soon as possible. They’re a only moon’s march from finding our position on their current route, though I doubt that they know that. If we were to take two small, light forces, though, we could come up along the game migration trails, here—“ she gestured to a line marked in pale green on her maps, “and here, and reach them within the week. The naiads will need a slightly longer time to migrate upstream and into position, but they should reach the crossing in time to intercept whatever our forces manage to drive to the banks.”

Delilah was so focused on what her friend was saying that she'd nearly bite into her finger - the Yoona Berry completely gone.

"The trade route unit will be assembled exclusively of shifters, dryads, and fae with a knack for camouflage. If they fail, they can disappear to lick their wounds until we can spare support to rescue them. As for the pincer forces, I trust that Miss Rivers will be able to assemble two adequate teams to leave tomorrow evening."
She would nod towards Mari before standing and stretching her arms above her head.
"Indeed you can, I already know who I'm going to recruit. If you need me hun I'll be by the fire. Roderic..." Delilah would nod towards the Ranger to acknowledge him before making her way towards the fire, where she hoped to spot Verdis out and about.