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The northern rangers
redbaron
The norther rangers are protectors of the north. They live in the ruins of an old tower that was guarded by there ancestors. They were there when iblees attacked winterfel and alstion.  Ogland was there. I am Ogland and this is my story about the Northern Rangers and what they did. Living in the snow, its cold very cold... a constant white. i look over and see the orcs of the north, not very accepting of vistors are they. My partner Desrik is no where around, off in the citys i supposed. i decide to start my day by getting out of bed and frying up some  bacon with a glass of ale as i look into the frozen ocean. There is a storm brewing, Sentinel tower provides little protection against wind on the upper levels so i head down to the warmth of the basement to enjoy my meal. Then the storm hit, a powerful blow it seemed, i heared the ruins of the structure groan. The floor boards squeak and it starts to feel colder. Today is not a good day i thought to myself.  I prepared myself, putting my tunic on, strapped up my hood and headed out into the cold to find my way to snowy fields and find my friend zerragon to sell my wools i have been collecting. i made a titty sum on 250 minas and then head back to the ruins of sentinel tower. I was almost there, i could see the faint light of my fire through the blanket of snow. A blurr happened and i was knocked to the ground. I looked up to stare into the face of an undead, it smelled of dieing flesh. Its deep red eyes penetrating mine almost taking control of me, then in screamed i wild cry and tried to thrust its sword into my chest. i woke out of the trance at the perfect time and rolled away nearly being jabbed. The Undead being did another scream, raised its hand, and let a vicious looking fireball hurtle towards being.  My face went white with horror just barely ducking under if and i head the snap of a tree behind me, i jump forward almost falling on me and crushing me. I looked up and heard what sounded like a sick twisted laugh coming from him. I didnt waste time and i went straight to the attack, i pulled out my bow a fired an arrow right towards his neck, he lifted his sword and seemed to flick it away with a flip of his wrist. How could anything be this powerful i thought to myself. There was a flash of light and i heard a war scream and a orc burst out of the bush and hit the undead with all his power. It was a orc named brevias, a orc Shaman who was one of the orcs of the north. The undead seemed amused and grabbed the orc out of mid air and through his mighty power threw him back into a tree right beside me and the tree cracked and fell The orcs eyes rolled back before he came back to himself. "Brevias are you okay"! i yelled towards the orc. Brevias got up and snarled "Men attack"! the forest seemed the shake with the approach of the orcs, The undead seemed suprised and lighted his hand... Then was gone, disapeared out of thin air. I looked at brevias still in shock and said, "the troubles over i guess". He seemed to find that funny and looked at me and said in a serious voice "No Human. The trouble is just beginning.  The undead are waging war".