Alstion Refugees

[Garukumus 81]

*You see a note on the barracks of Alstion*

Fellow Alstioners, the Grand Keep has fallen. We were the last stronghold of the North, but we must stand strong. I, Albrecht, Captain of the Alstion Rangers, will complete my last duty. I will take a caravan of all former residents of Alstion and I will take you to Al'Khasar and Alras. I have food and supplies for those who need it if you meet me in Alras. I am sorry that we could not have done more.

-Albrecht, Former Captain of the Alstion Rangers.

[Khaene 1]

*A heavily wounded ranger carefully reads the note, grimacing slightly at the strain of reading with his one good eye. Subconsciously he reaches up to the bandage covering his left eye and adjusts it slightly, as he's done countless times now since the Monks rescued him from the battlefield. One last, saddened gaze across the ruins of Alstion. Alstion, humanity's last settlement in the North, the last bastion of civilization in this frozen tundra.

Perhaps it was the hard years he'd spent North combating the undead and their minions as a ranger, shivering in the frigid winter air, the air that always seemed to grow colder as he closed on their tracks. Or perhaps it was something else altogether. But as the ranger looked over the burning ruins of his beloved home he found himself filled with a seductive emotion, a feeling of betrayal and perhaps even contempt. We were weak. In our arrogance we believed we could maintain a moral superiority, we allowed the corrupted to walk amongst us, naively believing we could still save them. The ranger's mouth drew into a thin line, a determined look falling across his eyes. His turn towards the road was halted by the glimmer of light off the golden spires of the Ascended's new outpost. The features of his face momentarily relaxed, eyes unfocused as though deep in thought, but the hard expression just as rapidly returned.

Buried deep in his mind, the ranger would have done well to remember a lesson from his childhood, but the teaching remained obscured by the harsh events of the past years. "He who fights monsters should be careful that he himself does not become a monster. For when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

Slinging his satchel of recovered supplies over his shoulder, the ranger turned and began his journey South.

[Yusoyung 1]

Buying three properties in alstion was a bad idea.

[EpicBeastMan1997 0]

I swear that I Oren Guard William will find a way to avenge the ones that died in Alstion.I regret not being there to help,but I will make the Undead pay for this.

[Scaredbox 0]

Witnessing countless horrors in the frozen North and among the streets of his city, and battling the undead among the streets, I knew the battle was lost. Barely escaping my burning home was a shock, the fallen men burnt into my mind like the image of the Keep ablaze during the night, as the snow falls around it. The city has an eery feeling, the snow muffling the fires that still burn among the empty streets. I gathered everything of value and head south, to Alras, wearing the scars and dirt of the late Alstion Guard.

[James LaForgeon 0]

Im just so glad someone cares and is doing something!

[Pikel Boldshoulder 175]

Aye I went south ter' try and find us a little help from me kin. I returned ter' Alstion this night only ter' find ruins. Tis saddens my dearly ter' know i was not to be here in the last hours.

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.