Mahendorin Kal'dessi the Dweller of the Wilds, Keeper of the Kal'dessi

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Chapter 3

"Come. Sit by me."

The young cloud giant slowly glided over to the huge cloud giant ranger who
was reclining underneath the brances of a redwood tree.

"Sit," the ranger said.

The young giant sat.

The master ranger sighed. "The forests of Kal'dessi are ancient, young one.
Can you feel it? The trees are beginning to groan, and no more young trees
are sprouting. It is as if there is a curse that hovers over this land. yet
we do not know the reason. Even the criminals and bandits have fled this
area, so dark has it become."

Glancing down at the ground, the ranger placed his hand over a patch of dead
grass and uttered an incantation of magic. Slowly, the grass began to grow
greener and straighter, eventually returning to a healthy state. The ranger
wiped sweat from his brow, a look of disgruntled pain on his face.

"It is even hard to help things grow. The force I exerted was equivalent to
raising a tree, when I was young."
He glanced down at the silent giant child, and then looked at the pale blue
sky.

"These forests are no more. We are no more. You are a rare one, for we have
had no children besides you in four centuries. The rangers of Kal'dessi are
no more. The forests of Kal'dessi are dying. Our work as protectors of this
forest, of executioners and hunters of criminals, is completed, though it is
questionable whether or not it is the work of our own hands or the barranness
and curse of this forest. Your task, then, is to go south, south, and far
east to the forests near a city named Galadon. There you will find rangers of
our profession, who have a guild. Learn from them, and grow in
strength."

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Chapter 2

Mahendorin nervously tucked his thumbs between his belt and tunic as he
slowly climbed the treacherous mountain face. It was centuries since he last
had been this way, but the dirt road looked exactly the same, albeit a little
less used. Sent when he was in his thirties to the Deeproots' ranger guild
west of Galadon by his Guildmaster, the leader of the Kal'dessi Clan, he had
not seen the Kal'dessi forests since then. So focused was he on learning the
arts of being a ranger and the duties fo the Spire that he had never had time
to go to his home until now.

Was the forest still cursed? Were bandits still thriving? Or did his people
finish them off? Grimly, he smiled. It was centuries now. OF course all the
rogues and criminals were killed or run off. Reaching the top of the face, he
lifted himsefl up easily...and stared. The forest, was no more. What once was
miles of green lush forest was gone. Even with teh curse when he left, there
was much greenery. Now, all was black. Bare trunks remained, and only fungus
survived.

Hurrying, he ran down, seeking for his village, but to no avail. The village
was gone. The cloud giants, gone as well. Nothing remained. Death permeated
the air. Crying, Mahendorin fell to all fours and clutched the dead earth.
Kal'dessi, gone. He was the last.

After days of fasting and praying to the gods that he still feared,
Mahendorin went to what used to be the center of the forest, where the most
ancient of trees once lived. Touching the ground reverently, he cleared the
dead earth and fungus away. Pulling out of his bag a pouch, he opened it
Slowly, he poured out the rich earth onto the ground, and then placed a small
seed within it. The tears that fell watered the seed as he prayed. Finished,
he rose slowly and gripping his staff, began to slowly walk up the trail. He
could not forget his duty as a Magistrate, but as he climbed
he prayed...

"May Kal'dessi rise once again."

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Chapter 1

Still shuddering from the affects of the spores growing in his mind,
Mahendorin was greeted by Kyaltaru, a bard of the Island, who
introduced him to a friend of his, a freezing mist elemental.

Shuddering now from the affects of the freezing temperature wrought by the
creature, Mahendorin concentrated on protecting himself from the elements and
gave his ear to the elemental.

The elemental spoke of a forest cousin who had fled into the cities,
having loved Order. Intuigied, Mahendorin paid close attention, for he lacked
in friends who had found solace in the forests of Thera, and he desired company,
being the last of his clan, a sole, and lonely, survivor.

The elemental said, when Mahendorin was ready, he would find her. Ready? How
could he be ready? How could he know when he was ready? His body was
wearing out, and little could be done to undo it.

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