As written by Cember himself

I was born in the Northwestern Highlands of Scotland, in the Village of Glenngarry near Loch Hourne.

The spring of what is known by my people as the first Troll wars saw me kicking and screaming into the world, and into the arms of my Clan. The Clan McCue.

My Father, Regal McCue, was a Clan elder and along with my Uncle Angus were two of the mightiest warriors in our Clan.

My Mother Heather, named for the flowers that grace the Highlands in such abundance, was one of the most beautiful women in the lands. These then were my family and I loved them greatly. They and my Clan comprised my whole world...until the second Troll wars visited it's dark shadow upon us.

When I was a child the first Troll wars were fought and won. The Trolls were pushed back to the caves and crevices from which they came, but in my thirteenth year the Trolls returned, stronger and in greater number than before. Ever seen a Highland Troll? Well, I can tell you they are Cousins of the Legends Of Cosrin variety, but bigger and more evil.

For deeds in the field, and for sheer number killed, the Troll King placed a bounty on my Fathers head. He also placed a ten thousand gold piece reward for the capture of my Fathers sword.

On that blackest of days, the Trolls overwhelmed my village. I saw my Father fight valiantly, but eventually succumb to the Trolls superior number. He was beheaded before me. The last thing I remember of that day was seeing one of those dark beasts carry off my Fathers head in one hand and his sword in the other, no doubt to collect the blood money offered. Later I learned - for I remember nothing of the days following - that my Uncle Angus, full of grief, delivered me and my then pregnant Mother to friends outside the Lands. He then returned to our Village and we've not heard of him since. I turned inward, a very brooding child. My only solace, my newborn Brother Tember, whom I loved with all my heart. I vowed to not let our Fathers memory die, and to pass along all traditions of him and our Clan that I could. My mother tried, Bless her soul, but Ica forgive me, I could not see past my own thoughts of revenge. Being of a Warrior race, my Mother understood, and on my Eighteenth birthday, when Tember was five, she finally told me of Regnar.

Regnar, she said, was a friend of my Fathers who lived in a land far from ours. She then told me of the pact they had that I seek him out when I came of age. With a kiss and a hug and a promise to return when Tember was of age, I bid my Mother and Brother farewell. I then journeyed to this land of Legends Of Cosrin.

I found Regnar living in the wilderness outside of Moorgate. Never having heard of Rangers, or their ways, the bow was foreign to my hand. Under his tutelage though I became a superior Bowman, and made my most solemn vow...though the sword was the way of my Father and my Clan, I would not use another in combat lest it BE my Fathers. And so...a Ranger I became.

And now I train hard. I stay steadfast in my faith that Ica will reward me with the opportunity of vengeance for my Fathers Murder. He will show me the way to triumph over my enemies. I will one day be reunited with my Mother and Brother. Perhaps, one day, Tember and I will raise an army and return to the Highlands. One glorious day we shall tell our mother that the Blackguards responsible for our Fathers death have died slow, torturous deaths. And one fine day I shall hold my Fathers sword in my hand once again and proclaim loudly and proudly...I AM CEMBER McCUE, OF THE CLAN McCUE!!!


For space sake details have been omitted, but there are many an unsung hero involved in this Tale ... You are not forgotten, and to you I say...MAY ICA BE WITH YE!!!