Ok, a little bit of this may sound unrealistic, but it's true. To begin, I'm a first generation Ranger. I came to this guild as a young'en seeking revenge. I almost traded my soul for power also.


   My parents lived up in the north, near the Pass, but a little out of the ways. I was out on a date with my girlfriend Crissy, and we were casually strolling through the causeway, trying to avoid all enemies by taking the shoreline route. Crissy was no stranger to combat, however, she was also extremely unpredictable in engagements. That's why I kept her out of them. A single, squalid Ogre couldn't be worth the risk of losing her. The yearning she had for our relationship to flourish as it had done in the past made me feel like life had meaning.

   As we stopped at the waterside for another sporadic kiss, a few inchoate clouds floated above, and one caught my eye. It looked like a white war stallion I had seen as a fighter strode by on way to the pass. Many things I saw while upon my rock above the Caverns. And I was careful not to let the cloud distract me from the sweet taste of her lips. I just wish it had lasted longer, for I have never seen up to this day, her lascivious body which I used to hold. . .

   As the kiss eventually ended I heard a terrible roar. I had heard a similar one before, it was that of a dreaded Ice Dragon. I thought to myself, "Locke you know an Ice Dragon can't survive outside of the Pass, so there's nothing to worry about." That was until I saw the flames. . . Those flames hurled upwards and plummeting towards my cottage. My only thought was to get Crissy out of the way first. I took her to an out of the way area of the causeway. I believe it was across the road from a painter near Bar-Khul. And immediately off I went, jostling my way through the snotlers and stun jellies. When I arrived, with my right arm, prepared an arrow. I drove back further and further with all my might, and I thought my willow bow could stand only half of the pressure I was applying. My faith remained in Ica, for I knew that if he wanted, my bow would stand. Right before I realized what was causing the sweltering waves of pyretic fluid consuming my small cottage, I gestured towards what I thought was the Ice Dragon in the distance.

   Then I realized that out of the flames came not from an Ice Dragon, but a loathed Fire Dragon. The Fire Dragons were limber, abhorrent, foreign, amorphous creatures with the sole intent of killing all that they could, and I was not the least bit irresolute in knocking another arrow back.

   The desolation that had once been my home now lay in black ashes; the incinerated bodies of my parents and pets scattered over the ground drove me crazy. Immediately the dragon took the hit, and I released the other arrow. I would stand still until I killed this vicious spawn of Morlend.

   Immediately I realized that I was no match for it, but I decided to take out what I could. So the 10 hp damage I inflicted was traded for a fatal hit that removed all 45 of mine in a moment's notice. When I woke up I was in front of a goddess. She told me that my work was not done yet. So I followed the stairwell upwards as fast as I could, and ignoring the people that said hello and offered heals, moved towards the city gate as fast as I could.

   When I got there the guards would not let me pass, and they didn't care about my reason for trying to leave the city. I pulled back my arrow and was about to get through the gate, one way or another, when a cold hand touched my shoulder. I turned around and there was Yanqui. I told him my problem, and he said that dragon had burnt the entire Causeway to a crisp.

   I dropped to both knees, and wept for my lost lover. Yanqui nodded and offered me a place at the Hand-Trapped Inn. I naturally refused, because my instincts told me that I would not need friends in Moorgate. I would not be here for long, and there would just be more sorrow when I left.

   Searching for the way to kill all Fire Dragons I came across, I joined the Fighter Guild, and trained in marksmanship. Yanqui befriended me, and I eventually opened up to my superiors.

   When I had achieved the status of Level 4, a Tourney was held. I decided to participate, and gathered all the strength from the entangled anger I could muster from my memories of that day. I learned this from some of the Berserkers in the Guild. At the end I bet against 19 of a creature and won. I got enough cash to pay for a rescue party to search for Crissy. . .just in case my hopes were right and she was alive.

   Unfortunately I could never find her, and spent all 40k paying off other parties that I asked to search. Over time I have grown closer to the guild, and made many friends. However, whenever I go to the pass, I stop by our old niche in the mountain. There I think about Crissy, and then all the anger from that Dragon consumes me. Then I head into the pass to kill anything and everything I come across. I stay in this guild to protect those weaker than me, and I answer the questions of the Rangers for one reason. I had a mentor when I was a young one.

Once I died at the hands of the Fire Dragon, I changed my name to Sabin, for that was my father's name. He would be proud of what I have accomplished I think. My main goals are to join the Ranger sub-guild, get to Legend and Baron, then I shall get back to my eternal crusade to find my love.