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The Ranger of Grewlant by Zeca Teixeira

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A little about Grewlant...
    For many in Frostholm, the northern regions of Allansia, the secret village of
Grewlant is nothing but a legend full of mysticism and fantasy. For you, this name can be
translated as “home”. Situated inside the mysterious Forest of Night, a scenario of
exuberant beauty and exotic fauna, your village originated in the midst of the jungle
thousands of years ago. And because of the nature of its origins – the supposed “danger”
contained in the forest, Grewlant remains protected.

Since your first years of life, your parents told you with pride the story of the
unprecedented love between an elf and a mortal that brought Grewlant to existence.
Although it has always been a known fact that in the past elves and men beheld a strong
and secure alliance in Frostholm, their different values have always prevented the two
races to a possible aggregation. Elves have always feared the effects of mortality amongst
their society. Their history should be kept, for their longevity was its greatest security. On
the other hand, men have never been able to comprehend the rigid ambition to perfection
found in the elfish society. To them, this thinking would only result in a state of
imprisonment. These and other crucial differences took these two peoples to establish a
major rule regarding their relations; the rule that officially and expressly forbid the
coexistence between elves and men on the same land, even less in the same clan or
family, under penalty of death.

Yet the rule did not prevent a young girl called M arren to fall in love with Lihart, a
noble elf warrior that fought beside the men from the lands of Griphon in the greatest
battle against Zahorn Kobalt. Kobalt is the most powerful demon seen in Titan yet. Since
the beginning of times this mighty creature had planned to exterminate the elfish people
and to slave the human race. He spent a long time gathering the most bestial evil races on
Titan to serve him as his soldiers in order to accomplish his goals. Old tales affirm that
after a lifetime battle, Lihart demonstrated his immense courage by fighting Zahorn and,
although it seemed impossible, achieved victory. However, right before Lihart mutilated
the head of the demon, Zahorn assured that he would be able to come back to life and that
he would bring revenge over Lihart and his offspring. The elf burnt the demon’s head and
commanded his soldiers to throw the ashes at the waters of Jarlhof Bay, while his body
was buried in the Freezeblood M ountains.

Unfortunately the eventual celebration ended up shorter than the expected, since
Lihart as well found himself in love with M arren as he returned from the war. The couple
tried to convince their peoples of how genuine their love was, but with no success, they
decided to go against the rule that surrounded them from both sides, running away to the
Forest of Night. The incident provoked great rebellion among the elves that saw the
happening as a strategy from men to “steal” their main hero and guarantee peace in their
lands. Therefore, by no means did elves relate with men again. No longer was it heard of
the presence of a man in the archipelago of QartzooLithNen. The young lovers were
forced to face a long journey running away from troops of men who intended to deport

Lihart back to the elfish islands as a proof of their loyalty. Fortunately they were unable
to capture the couple. Despite all the anger around the couple, several men and elves
believed in the couple’s love and decided to follow them. M any times the couple counted
on the help of different magical beings who believed that Lihart would still play an
important role in the future, such as the nymphs that lived in the forest.

Lihart and M arren founded Grewlant together with the young elves and men that
joined them. Later on the couple also had a son that they called M irnah. There they lived
secretly and happily for a long time. But time also proved to be the cause of separation,
as well as of a strong love demonstration. Lady M arren grew old and at a very advanced
age fell sick with no repairable cure. Lord Lihart stood on her side the entire time of her
sickness, and at her very last breath, he did what is only registered in ancient tales; he cut
the tip of his own finger as well as Lady M arren’s and shared his blood with her. That
sacred ritual can give the power of eternal life to anyone else, but it means certainly death
to an elf. Lady M arren felt extreme remorse after being told of her beloved’s extreme
attitude. Despite the apathy that would have taken her the next years, she decided to keep
her husband’s will and try not to follow him into the afterlife. She is still the sovereign of
the village and rules her people with her son, the prince, who is still a teenager.

Although it is located in the middle of the jungle, your village shelters a few of the
original elves and more than eight hundred semi-elves, who although not immortal like
elves, can live way longer than humans. You are proud to have your own costumes and to
speak your own language – formed as a mix of the elfish tongue and the dialect from the
lands of Griphon. Your architecture is simple, since your cultural values emphasize that
conserving the forest around means protection to your people. This fact produces an
interesting construction mode along the top of the trees. Your simple houses made out of
wood and straw spread throughout the thick trunks and are covered by the fine pendants
of colorful leaves and fruits. There is nothing better for an inhabitant of Grewlant than
waking up in the morning under the effect of the dappled sunlight crossing the branches
from the window. Your people don’t have a very refined lifestyle; you live basically by
the fruit that the land produces. This makes philosophy the most common of the
activities. However, the arts of battling and hunting have been very well preserved.
Following the lineage of your family, you have become a strong and brave archer with
aim beyond compare. And archers, and hunters, and warriors you need for it is said by
the nymphs as part of their prophecy:

“From amongst your people shall be raised the one
   who will destroy the demon Zahorn at want.
    At the proper time and by the heir of the primeval
   Shall be thrown the arrow that will kill the greatest evil.”

Your people received this prophecy right after Lihart’s death, and you understood that
Zahorn was not completely destroyed. So, with the certainty that your people will still
play a role greater than the one your courageous antecessor Lihart did, you keep living,
fighting and getting ready for this moment, although still not so aware of what your
individual role will be…

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