What is a forest’s firm support, yet walks ‘round on its own accord?
What’s possessed of a titan’s might, stands before you, yet out of sight?
What soundly spanks with gnarled root a behind that is not good?

The Poacher

This man has a double life. By day he protects the wildlife from poachers. By night he sometimes poaches himself and smuggles the skins, horns, ect, out of the Park in the back of his Ranger Jeep and blames the deaths on poachers. After all,who would suspect a Ranger of poaching?

A harvest queen, a druid of war, a monarch of leaves.

Brave Olgiherga Ogerhunch, ogre hunter of the Ostrobogs and fenstalker.

"Humans think of plants as food and decoration, but they are living creatures in their own right."

Brine S’Vick is the Shark Lord, a giant man amongst the ocean curent.

We all go a little mad…sometimes

You’re a mean one Old Crynog

You really are a skug

Halfling children’s rhyme

"Did you hear that? He speaks to those who would listen. Simply adjust your hearing frequency and you will hear his voice." - Audicus, Disciple of the Sound Mind and Body.

Blessed be are those wed beneath apple tree

Common Falk Saying, the Midlands

Endowed with a generous love for the untainted bounty of the natural environment, this enigmatic individual has all but forgotten what it means to be human..

Satrya returns to her homeland, to the elves dismay.

"Thentr was made from moonlight and flame; he has killed one of the mighty rulers of the skies; he has yet to return home".

-Old Cro, the story teller

Here are the thirty Rangers of the Bushland National Park-the good the bad, the clean and the dirty.

Once noble and proud, the Cyclopes of the desert are now all but dust on the wind…

Man, too, is a primal creature, though he binds himself with the chains named Reason and Law, locked link by link from birth. Yet, those locks can be opened, the links broken, in both the savage world of the street-slum, and in the gilded cages of nobility.

One such creature is the falconer Jon Raptorclaw, once no more than a street urchin, now one of the king’s most valued rangers.. when he can be found.

“Welcome to my place.”

A burned and withered female elven ranger, with a hatred of giants, a love for animals, and a desire to seek out and thank the man who saved her life and disappeared just as quickly.

A man of the city in the wild, a man of coin stands at nature’s side? Can this go well, can it bear fruit? Will he be worthy, will duty take root?

Very few carry the griffin tamer bloodline, and those that do, are given a remarkable gift…