"Rough and wild looking,
a human stalks alone
through the shadows of
trees, hunting the orcs he
knows are planning a raid
on a nearby farm. Clutching
a shortsword in each hand,
he becomes a whirlwind of
steel, cutting down one enemy
after another.
After tumbling away from a cone of
freezing air, an elf finds her feet and draws
back her bow to loose an arrow at the white
dragon. Shrugging off the wave of fear that emanates
from the dragon like the cold of its breath, she sends
one arrow after another to find the gaps between the
dragon’s thick scales.
Holding his hand high, a half-elf whistles to the hawk
that circles high above him, calling the bird back to his
side. Whispering instructions in Elvish, he points to
the owlbear he’s been tracking and sends the hawk to
distract the creature while he readies his bow.
Far from the bustle of cities and towns, past the
hedges that shelter the most distant farms from the
terrors of the wild, amid the dense-packed trees of
trackless forests and across wide and empty plains,
rangers keep their unending watch." - Player's Handbook |