Chaparrell Silvaremeo
Wood Elf Ranger
We rangers love nothing more than exploring new lands. But whenever I find myself traversing the tundra of Antonica or the mountains of Odus, I sense a true longing for my forest home. I recall the excitement of my first steps, venturing beyond the watchful eyes of the Faydark Guard into the deep woods. Having known only the graceful geometry of Kelethin, I gasped when I first beheld the majestic home of my High Elf cousins, Felwithe. When I discovered the shrouded and perilous wood of Lesser Faydark, I realized that other worlds were beckoning me, and it was my place to develop my skills to begin to explore Norrath. I stayed on my beloved Faydwer until my 17th season, befriending the dwarves and gnomes that share that luscious green island. Well, most of the gnomes, anyway (I'm still angry over that time I poked my nose into the guild of the Dark Reflection in Ak`Anon, only to be brutally assaulted without so much as a cursory "hello"). Now, thirty long seasons have passed and I've seen much of the grace of Tunare spread across our world and much of the destruction wrought by her foes. I've sailed the Ocean of Tears and Erud's Crossing, traveled through the Nexus and across the moon, swum the icy waters of Velious, and sought out my Champion brethren in Firiona Vie and the Burning Wood of Kunark. I've made these journeys in an effort to use my skill to aid the advancement and prosperity of all and sow the seeds of goodwill in every land. I honor those I meet who are likewise committed to reaping the benefits of mutual assistance, yet I will strike with fury at the selfish and destructive beings that attempt to undermine my ongoing life's work. To paraphrase a great leader from another time, tread softly and carry a Scimitar of the Emerald Dawn.