<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">((Kevben, looks great, lovely to have onboard!))</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Eyran frowned at the parchment held before him, he had long been a wanderer following the paths he felt called to, but this higher working, this magic calling him forth sat ill with him, it was not <em>natural</em> not the order of things as he believed them to be so compelled. Besides he knew why he was here.<br/><br/>"Be that as it may, comrade, but I too have a letter." Slipping his hand inside the leather jerkin he wore he swiftly pulled forth a letter wrapped securely in oil skin. Unwrapping it carefully and spreading it upon the table next to the soldier's letter:<br/><br/><em>Lieutenant Eyran,<br/><br/>It is with a heavy heart that I must request this from you, my friend, but times are changing and there is a darkness creeping through the trees of our minds. The forests wither, decay is setting in where life bloomed but hours before, animals grow into a great sickness that twists their minds and turns them rabid -these things you have seen and these things the great prince ignores. All is not right in the world and, as in times past, it is our duty to defend the kingdom from without and from within. As many of us have speculated it seems the night forest stirs anew but so much knowledge has been lost and little is known what this may portend. So I charge you with this ranger; Travel with speed to the town of Rockcreek, the unification of the great heroes willing to seek out what foul working moves in this land will start from humble beginnings, a backwards town and a decrepit alehouse, 3 day hence. <br/>Ride well, ranger, <br/>Captain Greymoss</em><br/><br/>"So perhaps this Knightmage person works for the Prince, seeing as two of his regimentals have answered the call?"</span>