Banur is one of a few neighboring kingdoms surrounded by a giant forest, and has been for years. After years of war and destruction, the Rangers were created. Under no one kingdom's command, the Rangers protected the forest and kept the peace between nations. Yet that peace was not to last, and the land would soon be thrown into chaos once more. As darkness will sweep the land, the most unlikely heroes will step up to save them...<br/><br/>The forests were home to many strange beings, guarded by the ever vigilant Rangers. Hiding in the trees, blending in the shadows, always there, but never seen. Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, all were accepted into their ranks. This was the life that Rikki knew, a half orc, half elf girl. She was tall and thin, but muscular and green skinned. Her hair was silky black, and her eyes a deep purple. Perhaps the oddest thing of all was her pointed ears and small tusks that protruded out from her lower jaw. She was always told that she was either a really tough elf or a skinniest orc they'd ever seen.<br/><br/>Not that it bothered her. She jumped from tree to tree, daggers strapped to her side, feeling the wind against her skin. Her heart raced with excitement as she got closer and closer. Stopping in one tall birch, she turned back and said, "Come on, Master! We're gonna be late!"