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Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Ranger: Epilogue & Afterword

EPILOGUE

Weeks went by and The Ranger buried his old crewmen out of respect of their body's return to the land. He decided it was perhaps, time to move on from his tree haven and further explore the land he had come to call his new home.
He also wanted to honor the quest he originally accepted by King Adric. The Ranger took an oath. That oath was his word. His oath was his life and he would honor it. After the wreck he had to recover his mind, body and spirit. After this betrayal, would he ever be able to fully trust anyone again? Did he have sound judgment too? Was that his weakness? The Ranger contemplated these thoughts while looking over the deep blue sea. It met with the sky with almost no distinction. The waves rolled in over the green marine layer giving way to the white sandy beach.

* * *

He took the dead men's clothes and rags. He was also able to find a cloak in the storage of his ship.
He gandered once more the skeletal remains of his old vessel. Ah, the ship, although it had just made it to the island, he couldn't deem it fit for the sea. He did have it back though. It had come home.

* * *

After walking for some time, the jungle mysteriously transformed into a forest like it always had.
After some significant time deep into the mystic woods, he came upon some rich and meaty smells, he followed them and they eventually led him to a small town. Incredibly shocked and much to his surprise it was populated with all sorts of life; villager's and merchants!
Was this mysterious land part of a much bigger one? Not a lone island like originally surmised?
The Ranger pulled the hood of his cloak over his face. Were they friendly folk or a fearful lot? Only by entering the town and observing them would he know. Aside from finding his next clue about the King's daughter, what he was absolutely dying to know was, how was their ale?

* * *

On the beach, the mast of The Ranger's small rowboat still stuck up out of the dirt. The worn, wooden dragonhead grinned in defiance of it's destroyed body. The Ranger's people had believed these fantastic and dangerous creatures were gods which helped them sail fast and plunder great riches. A hooded giant figure approached the wood sculpture.
It outstretched its muscular green, scaly, forearm and placed its hand on it. A slight hiss could be heard.

THE END



AFTERWARD

What moved me to write such a fantastic tale of survival? Well, part of it was out of an urge to tell a realistic tale set in a sort of enchanted world. The Ranger is modeled out of two characters. One is out of my many days of gaming; the character was an ex-pirate who struggled to turn from his old ways and take on the more enlightened ways of The Ranger. I had created a whole backstory for him while playing D&D. The character had a preference for battle axes and wouldn’t take much guff from anybody.
Many years passed since those imaginative gaming days but the passion for role playing and that particular character never died. As I would drive back and forth to work, sometimes for hours on end, I would contemplate his adventures. What really was his story? He would be running through the woods in pursuit of someone or in a rush to save that someone in time. As I passed numerous forests on the road, my imagination wouldn’t leave me alone! The urge to tell an honest to goodness realistic fantasy story was bubbling though.
The second character that inspired me was The Man with No Name from Sergio Leone’s The Good The Bad and The Ugly. I had heard that fantasy films and stories are just westerns set during the middle ages. I found that idea fascinating! I thought, what if I sort of combined the spaghetti western with a fantasy world and a little bit of Rambo thrown in. The result is what you just read. There’s a definite tip of the hat to Sergio Leone, with some of the long pauses and looks between characters and also with The Ranger being the less then perfect anti-hero.
This story is meant to stand alone, but I intend to write at least two more. These stories will be part of a ongoing tale dealing with The Ranger and a mysterious beastly character. This monstrous character was heavily influenced and created my late friend Wayne Boyce.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Ranger - Chapter 9 - Wulfric

                             CHAPTER 9
                              Wulfric


The Ranger moved and twirled into the dense bushes and foliage.
"C'mon Captain! Where are you hiding now coward? Said Wulfric."Come out! Let's finish this!"
The Ranger shot out of the bushes to the left of Wulfric and sliced his left hand which held the hand axe. The Ranger then swooped down and picked it up, immediately parrying with his dagger. This blocked
Wulfric's blow from above but not the front kick to the chest. The Wulf dove on to The Ranger with his knife in both hands pressing it down about an inch from his face.
"I want that damn treasure Captain!" Said Wulfric somewhat muffled as he struggled for the kill.
"I hope it was worth dyin' for Wulfie," The Ranger replied in a 
mocking tone.
Completely covered in dirt, they rolled around several times. The Ranger was now on top of Wulfric holding his axe on above his head. Wulfric grabbed a small rock on the ground and smashed it against The Ranger’s left side of of his head. He saws brief stars and felt brief intense pain, the next thing he knew Wulfric was on top of him.
The Ranger's refined hearing senses, perfected by Leto, could hear the heavy footsteps plodding through leaves and bushes. The large, brown beast had returned. He spotted the grizzly in the corner of his eye. Wulfric rose up, gleaming knife in hand ready for his killing stroke. He held The Ranger's right arm down keeping his silver bladed beauty at bay. He instantly kneed Wulfric in the groin. He moaned and this loosened his grip on The Ranger's right forearm.
The Ranger extended his arm high above his head, parallel with the ground, tightened his grip and with full force, gritting his teeth, plunged the axe deep into the left side of Wulfric's neck and collar bone. Crimson blood sprayed everywhere including all over The Ranger's face and body. A huge droplet of blood landed on his eye patch, giving him a seemingly round red pupil against the black cloth.
The Ranger wasn't sure if it was an instant kill. Wulf rose to his feet howling as he backed up a few steps. The distractions in the fighting made The Ranger forget about his giant spiked trap directly behind the villain. Just one more step backwards and his opponent would fall through the leafed foliage thinly disguised as leafed ground.
As much pain as Wulfric was in, The back of his heel felt the emptiness of the pit. He smiled at the blood eyed man and once again raised his right arm in a sure killing stroke.
Wulfric wasn't even able to lower it as the giant brown beast flanked and tackled him from left. It’s immense strength and weight of the enraged grizzly bear fell upon him. Finally, it had a real dinner to dine on. It had patiently waited for the victor, whether it be Wulfric or The Ranger. Some small part of it hoped it would be the one with the longer hair, the other had fed it a good fish days earlier. The long haired man drove his knife deep into the bear's chest but to no avail. The bear scraped and scratched into his chest and belly. It bit deep into his already blood spattered neck, cracking and shaking it. Wulfric's limp body followed suit.
"Captain! Captain!" Wulfric maniacally screamed, “not like this!”
The Ranger ignored his plea for help. He could not do anything about it anyway. The starved beast
had already killed Wulfric several moments ago and his mind didn't fully comprehend it yet. He had also, made a deal.
It was a non-verbal agreement between hunters. The bear let The Ranger go, as long as he stayed out of his way
next time. He had lived up to that promise.
The Ranger almost felt sorry for Wulf as he walked away exhausted. Wulfric made his choice just like the others. He was even worse because he infected some decent crewmen with his sea madness. His thought about his ship, in tatters, it was sea worthy no more much to his disgust. As for his trusty silver axe? It would find its way back to him after the bear finished its meal. It always did.