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You mean to tell me that Gilan was Halt’s apprentice for several years, wandering around the fief in places he shouldn’t be, and Will lived in that fief, also wandering around in places he shouldn’t be, and they never ran into one another?
There’s no way.
Gilan and Will totally met while both trying to pull some elaborate prank at the same time in the same place, and they definitely ended up combining the respective pranks.
They probably wouldn’t have known who the other was BUT WOULD THAT STOP THEM.
They would pull it off fabulously.

And then several years later or whatever when Gilan and Will meet again they would realize IT WAS YOU WASN’T THAT PRANK AMAZING.
Halt doesn’t want to know what they’re talking about.

Religion in the world of Ranger’s Apprentice

In the world of Ranger’s Apprentice (and Brotherband), religion seems to hang in the background. Everyone knows it’s there, but religion is not a topic that is expressed on a constant basis unless it’s a cult or used in a curse. Despite this, however, there is often a gap between the ‘old’, or ancient, religions and the ‘new’, or monotheistic, religions.

Skandina

The Skandians are known as one of the most religious cultures in the RA series. The first instance we come into contact with their religion is when Erak, Will, and Evanlyn find out about the Vallasvow. The Vallas are the Skandian gods of vengeance, and are evoked in cases of murder or fraud. They can also be used in the way of an exclamation: “By the gods of the Vallas”. In conjunction with the Vallas, it is shown that the Skandians have other gods, like Loki and Gorlog, as well as possible Heroes, like Thaki and Loka. Connected to the gods is the Skandian heaven, although we’re never told its name. Ragnak is said to have been taken to the highest level of heaven due to having died in battle as a berserker, and it is feared that if a Skandian dies without a weapon in their hand their soul will wander for eternity.

The Skandians are also very superstitious, believing in forest spirits and ogres, and have many myths and legends that account for different environmental happenings, e.g. The Great Blue Whale and the tides.

Arrida

Arrida is an interesting country when it comes to religion. As far as the RA series goes, we only hear about their religion in terms of the Tualaghi or the desert. The Tualaghi are called the Forgotten of God, and Yusal admits that he doesn’t “pretend to know God’s will”. When it comes to the desert, they follow the Word of the Law, which states what one should do in the desert, such as leaving a man with water. This could be a parallel to Islam, but nothing is explicitly stated beyond this, so I am unwilling to state it outright.

More information is given in the Brotherband series. In Soccoro, a city on the north-western coast of Arrida, it is mentioned that the inhabitants worship three main gods: Hahmet (god of war), Jahmet (god of love), and Kaif (god of good harvests, fair weather, business success, and family matters). It is also stated that they have demigods, such as Ikbar. Later in the series, the Herons and Gilan come into contact with the Scorpion cult, who worship Imrika, the Scorpion goddess of death and destruction. It is said to have been based on a warped religious system, and it is possible that it is formed around the ‘old’, or ancient, religions.

Araluen

Araluen, like Arrida, is a complex mix of old and new religions. There are many instances of an Araluen using the phrase “God’s sake”, “my God” or other phrases with a capital ‘G’ in god. This seems to indicate a specific god, more than likely the one in Judeo-Christian beliefs. This is backed up by the statement by Cullum Gelderris in Sorcerer of the North about Orman: “Wears a black robe like a monk, although he is no man of the church”.  Like the use of a capital ‘G’, this indicates a connection to the Catholic Church, which was prevalent in 10th and 11th century Europe. In the same way, in Battle of Hackham Heath, it is pointed out that Woldon Abbey was a nursing order, not a religious one, meaning that there was some form of religious healing orders like the Catholic monasteries and nunneries.

The old religion is connected to the ancient beliefs of the country. Not only do many Araluens say “Thank the gods” or “May the gods bless you”, but a few of the old gods are mentioned by name. Such as Ergon, who is revealed to be an obscure Araluen god in Brotherband: Slaves of Soccoro, or the Black Troll of Balath in the Royal Ranger. Most – if not all – of the Araluen protagonists we know don’t follow these religions closely. This is why we can hear Halt curse someone with many gods and then later with only one God. Hibernia is no better, as an old lady in Mountshannon makes the distinction between the ‘old’ and the ‘new’ gods. It’s an underrepresented conflict, but it’s there.

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findserendipity  asked:

Thoughts on Lysandra and Aedion?

Okay so before i start I would like to say that individually i LOVE Lysandra (aka my bad ass queen) and Aedion (my loyal fave). BUT I don’t ship Lysandra x Aedion for two main reasons:

Reason 1

“Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife”

When he said this it really pissed me off. Like you’ll be generous, Aedion. How nice. You know exactly what Lys has gone through and you experienced some of it yourself. Having your freedom and childhood taken from you. And now you would take away her choice??

My bestie Bridge has a theory which i think we’ll see in TOG6. We all know how well SJM handles abuse in relationships (e.g. Feylin) so this is probably foreshadowing that their ship will sink. I don’t think they’ll necessarily be enemies or anything, but forcing Lysandra to marry him is not sweet at all, and hopefully they aren’t end game.

Reason 2

Lysandra x Aedion is just one too many straight ships for my liking. After Rowaelin, Manorian and Elorcan i just couldn’t handle any more conveniently within the squad relationships


HEAD CANON

I have a headcanon of Lys settling down as the Lady of Caraverre and raising Evangeline. Then one day she meets a man with the gentlest hazel eyes and the kindest heart.


It had all started the previous morning. The cook had made Evangeline her favourite breakfast, blackberry tart. Lysandra had watched from across the table as Evangeline excitedly broke the pastry in half with her fork and then stuffed it in her mouth. Her cheeks were absolutely brimming, but the girl’s delight slowly faded as the taste hit her tongue. She kept her face straight, chewing methodically. Evangeline finished the tart quietly, tactfully not asking for another as she usually did before running off to play. Lysandra knew it hadn’t been as good as the tarts Aelin’s chefs had spoiled Evengeline with in Orynth. 

Lysandra now walked the streets of Caraverre, pulling a plain shawl over her head and straightening the skirts of her plain cotton dress. She had already changed her features - dulling her eye colour to grey, lightening her hair to mousy brown and softening her sharp nose and cheekbones - all so the villagers wouldn’t recognise her. 

She had heard that there was a bakery on the main street that sold sweet tarts and pastries and chocolate cakes and everything else that could spoil a twelve year old’s appetite. 

It was still mid-morning when Lysandra pushed open the door, hearing the tinkling of a bell above her head. A man stood at the counter, looking over a large ledger. At the sound, he looked up and smiled when he saw her. 

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Araluen Funk (Uptown Funk Parody)

Well everyone thought it would be a great idea to have the whole Ranger Corps singing their own version of Uptown Funk, so I took the time to make some (somewhat alright?) lyrics. Enjoy and sing to your hearts content.


This beat, that ice cold,
We’ll fight for that true gold.
This one’s from them rangers,
Them rangers, straight masterpieces,
Ridin, lyin, livin it up in Redmont,
If you show up, their gonna shoot you down,
Got bows and cloaks to want (ha)

Too hot, hot damn,
Call the couriers and the baron man,
Too hot, hot damn,
Make my mentor wanna retire man,
Too hot, hot damn,
Don’t say my name, I’m a Ranger man,
Too hot, hot damn,
Ain’t bad about my aim, break it down,

Erak sent you, hallelujah (wooooo)
Erak sent you, hallelujah (wooooo)
Erak sent you hallelujah (wooooo)
‘Cause Araluen funk gonna give it to you,
'Cause Araluen funk gonna give it to you,
'Cause Araluen funk gonna give it to you,
Saturday night and we’re beatin’ Morgarath,
Don’t believe me just watch (come on)

Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh
Stop, wait a minute
Fill my cup, put some coffee in it
Take a sip, kill him now,
Come on Halt, arch your brow.
Been to Celtica, Skandia, Hibernia to spare,
Gonna show up, gonna fish you out,
Bad temper like Gilan’s mare (ha)

Too hot, hot damn,
Call the couriers and the baron man,
Too hot, hot damn,
Make my mentor wanna retire man,
Too hot, hot damn,
Don’t say my name, I’m a Ranger man,
Too hot, hot damn,
Ain’t bad about my aim, break it down,

Erak sent you, hallelujah (wooooo)
Erak sent you, hallelujah (wooooo)
Erak sent you hallelujah (wooooo)
'Cause Araluen funk gonna give it to you,
'Cause Araluen funk gonna give it to you,
'Cause Araluen funk gonna give it to you,
Saturday night and we’re beatin’ Morgarath,
Don’t believe me just watch (come on)

Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, oh
Before we leave,
Lemme tell you all I little something,
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up uh
I said Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up

Come on, fight, get to it,
If your a warrior then do it
If your a ranger, then, go own them,
Don’t brag about it, go show 'um

Come on, fight, get to it,
If a warrior then do it,
Well it’s Saturday night and we’re beatin’ Morgarath,
Don’t believe us, just watch come on!
Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch uh
Don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe me just watch
Hey, hey, hey, ooh,
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up (say what?)
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up (say what?)
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up (say what?)
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up (say what?)
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up
Araluen funk you up

By the time Halt was four, he held his infant sister in his arms and hid in the shadows behind a curtain, trying to understand why his parent never talked to him, and why they were always yelling at each other.

By the time he was six, and he spent all in the library, safe behind towering piles of parchment and trying to read a folktale to Caitlyn, wishing faeries existed and wondering if he would eat something they gave him, just to get away from here, he thought he’d worked it out.

By the time he was nine, ignoring his insistent tutors and trying to cling onto the last bits of his imagination and leaning that keeping silent was how to stay alive and watching Ferris be congratulated on his Gallic by the same father who struck him when he was drunk (which was most nights these days) and the same mother who hadn’t spoken to him for weeks, he knew he had, and was beginning to wonder if it was such a bad idea to do the same.

By the time he was fourteen, growing up too fast and keeping his hair long and messy just to spite his parents and hanging out with commoners on the streets and getting into fights instead of doing his homework, he was pretty sure having to look after Caitlyn was the only thing keeping him sane.

By the time he was sixteen, sure he’d imagined the wicked glint in his brother’s eye, just like he’d imagined the breaking glass last night, he finally had a way to let out his anger, running through the woods and firing arrows and throwing knives at trees, just like he was beginning to think he finally, maybe, had a real father who said “well done” instead of shouting and asked him quietly how he was and understood if he didn’t want to talk.

And by the time he was nineteen, trying to grow his scraggly beard and laughing at something stupid Crowley said and realising he was beginning to sound Araluen, no matter what Arald told him, and talking to a king who considered his opinion and made jokes and respected him, and smiling back at that incredible courier as the wind lifted his hair, he was pretty sure he’s worked out a name for that strange new feeling - happiness.

Will, at some point probably: Part 2
  • person: oh nice lute haha
  • will: What the fuck did you just fucking say to me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Ranger Corps, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids in Nihon-Ja, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in knife throwing and I’m the top Archer in the entire Ranger Corps. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Araluen and your location is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Ranger Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Where is the Gathering Ground?

In Ranger’s Apprentice, the location of the Gathering Ground is considered the Rangers’ best kept secret. Hidden in a forest in Araluen, the Rangers come together in a specific location once a year and address any business for the coming or past year. But where is it?

The first clue we have is that it’s in a forest. If we take a look at a map of Araluen, we see three possible beginning spots: The Western Woodlands, Thorntree Forest, and The Fens.

All three locations are forests that would be able to hold fifty Rangers in secret. They also fulfil the statement that it’s near the sea, as Will can smell and taste salt on his first journey to the grounds.  But this is where the similarities end.

While it would be romantic for the Rangers to set up shop in the Fens, it’s completely impractical. The security it would give due to the Rangers’ and Scandians’ exclusive knowledge of the paths is vastly outweighed by trying to find an area stable enough to camp. When Halt makes his way through the Fens in trying to get to Will in The Burning Bridge, it’s pretty clear that there is no firm clearing. It is made up of swampy mush, and is not a place one would like to hang around in.

Which leaves us with two: Western Woodlands and Thorntree Forest. Both of these areas allow a significant amount of people to gather on dry land while also giving enough shelter to those that don’t want to be seen. This leaves us to analyse directional clues given to us by Flanagan. For the sake of understanding, I’ll employ the help of maps.

Direction one: Who is closest?

When Will and Gilan wait for Halt on the road to the Gathering Ground in The Kings of Clonmel, it is revealed that Halt doesn’t have as far to travel, and that Gilan has the furthest to go. If we look back at the map, then we can see how far away the three fiefs are (imagine the green circle to the right is Seacliff).

As you can see, the forest that is closest to Redmont is the Western Woodlands, with Seacliff a little closer and Norgate is even further. If the Gathering Ground was in Thorntree Forest, then Will would’ve been closer - our first hint that the Gathering Ground might be in the Western Woodlands.

Direction two: The Solitary Plain

In The Ruins of Gorlan, Halt, Will, and Gilan go after the Kalkara in the Solitary Plain. They start at the Gathering Ground and head south-east to the Plains.

If you see the directional arrow in the top left, you’ll see that to get to the Solitary Plain in a south-easterly direction, they would’ve had to start in the Western Woodlands, as they would’ve had to go south-west if they started in Thorntree Forest.

Direction three: The Siege of Macindaw Goodbyes

Towards the end of The Siege of Macindaw, Will, Alyss, and Horace all find themselves splitting up: Horace to Castle Araluen, Alyss to Castle Redmont, and Will towards the Gathering Ground. It is said that Araluen is to the East of the crossroads, Redmont is to the south-west, and the Gathering Ground is to the south east, meaning that the roads would be like this (Will = Green; Alyss = Red; Horace = Blue).

I circled both the Western Woodlands and the Thorntree Forest because there can be two interpretations of this. The first is that the road goes in the same direction the entire time, in which case Will is heading towards the Thorntree Forest. The second interpretation, however, is that the road initially heads towards the south-east before heading further west to get to the Western Woodlands.

Both locations can be correct, but this is where the other evidence comes into play. Even though the Thorntree Forest is practical and a viable option, the Western Woodlands is the only one that fits. It’s the closest to Castle Redmont, and follows the right directions to the Solitary Plain and from Norgate. Based on this, I think it’s fair to say that the Ranger’s Gathering Ground is located somewhere in the Western Woodlands.

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bromanticgigglefits  asked:

Oh my god ranger's apprentice prompts! Ok what if out on a small mission, will halt and horace come across a stray kitten, will and horace want to take it with them and halt tries to act indifferent. The kitten immediately takes to halt and it turns out halt is a big softie for cats and he keeps it and babys it. Will and horace think its hilarious

“That went rather well, I thought,” Horace said, relaxing into his saddle.

“A crime ring gone, a wanted fugitive dead, grateful peasants back to their peaceful lives,” Will cast a look over his shoulder at his quiver. “And I only lost six arrows.” He turned his look to Horace and smiled. “I’d say it’s a job well done.”

“Good - then you can do the paperwork.” Halt said from up ahead. Still turned toward Horace, Will rolled his eyes. 

“You would find the downside,” He grumbled, turning around.

“And you would have forgotten about it,” Halt said.

“Happily,” Will added. Horace shook his head, smiling at their bickering.

They travelled on toward Redmont until dusk. They made camp just by the treeline about half a day’s ride away from the border. After building a fire, Halt went to go hunt for dinner. Will and Horace put up their tents in relative silence, until Horace turned to Will.

“What was that?” he asked.

“What was what?”

Horace frowned. “Didn’t you say something?”

“No,” Will frowned at him. 

Horace shook it off and turned back to his work. A few minutes later, he turned again. “Did you hear that?” He asked. “I swear I hear something.”

“Like what?” Will frowned, straining his hearing.

“I’m not sure,” Horace said, listening. The noise returned. 

“It’s over there,” Will pointed to a spot behind Horace’s tent. The knight went to go investigate, disappearing from view as he left the ring of firelight. Will watched curiously, not worried.

“Oh dear,” he heard Horace say. “What are you doing here? Where’s your mum?” 

Will frowned. Was there a child there? “You alright, Horace?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” he called. Will could hear Horace kneel into the leaves and stand back up with a sigh. “But it seems our fire has drawn a visitor.” Horace reappeared at the edge of light with his arms crossed, and Will frowned at him. Then, Horace’s left arm meowed, and Will’s eyebrows raised.

“Is that a kitten?” He asked. Horace looked down at his new companion and scratched under it’s chin with his fingertip. 

“A very small, and I’m willing to bet very hungry kitten, yes.”

Will was all smiles as he came over to see. “Aww,” He couldn’t help it. He loved animals. “He’s so small,”

“She, I think,” Horace said, and held out the kitten to the light. “Yes, she.”

“Well, she is adorable,” Will said, and took the kitten into his hands to cradle her against his chest. “My dog would eat you for breakfast,” He said through a beaming smile. Horace chuckled.

“I think I may have some a dish to give her water - bring her this way.” Horace set out a battered plate and poured some water into it. Will set down their ward to drink, and the two grown men pet her as she settled down and lapped at the dish, slowly warming up to her two new guardians.

They were still fawning over her went Halt returned with two hares slung over his shoulder. He hadn’t even set them down before he spotted their new addition.

“What is that?” he asked, deadpan. The kitten meowed at him.

“It’s just a kitten - she was hiding over behind Horace’s tent. She was really thirsty and hungry,” Will explained, even as Horace fed her another fingertip of dried beef.

“And you’ve indulged it?” Halt asked. Kittens were a dime a dozen in Araluen, and oftentimes were more of a pest than anything. But here were a king’s ranger and a national champion coddling a dirty, scrawny stray like it were a baby.

“Have a heart, Halt, she’s not done anything wrong.”

“So you’re keeping it?” He said with a touch of disgust. 

Horace and Will shared a look. “Well,” Horace said, because Will had a dog who wouldn’t allow it, “I don’t see why not.”

Halt sighed and shrugged. He began preparing dinner.

As they ate their dinner, the fire in the darkness had begun drawing in quite a few insects, flies, other buzzing pests. The three men waved hands over their food as the needed, too used to camp life to say anything about it. The kitten had been walking around aimlessly for a while, but had recently settled near Halt. A fly had been coming to and fro Halt’s plate for several minutes now, and right as he was about to swat it away once more, the kitten swiped her paw out and grabbed the fly out of thin air. She ate it, smacking small lips and turning to look up at Halt. She meowed. Barely visible, he nodded at her.

Halt took first watch that night, and the kitten stayed up with him.

“I’ve been informed you’re female,” Halt said quietly - he was far enough away from camp that even if they were awake, Will and Horace wouldn’t hear him. He took the kitten in his hand and looked at her. “Fine, little she. Just stay quiet and don’t wander.”

The kitten seemed happy with this, and sat by Halt for quite a while, silent and still. Eventually, she rose and grabbed onto Halt’s cloak, climbing up his body (to Halt’s chagrin) until she found the crook of his crossed arm and curled into a tight ball there. 

“Slacker,” Halt complained, but adjusted his arms to hold her comfortably.

———————- 

The next morning, Horace awoke the two rangers just before sunrise. After coffee, they began breaking camp. Will looked around with a slight frown.

“Where’s our kitten gone?” He asked. Horace now looked around too. 

“I’m not sure. Halt?”

Halt sighed, and held up his quiver. In the outer pocket usually reserved for spare fletchings and twine, there was a powdery grey puff. “Bugger won’t leave,” He grumbled. Will snorted. 

“Taken a liking to you?” Horace teased. Halt sighed. 

“Going to ruin the leather,” He complained, shouldering his quiver and ignoring he kitten who now poked her head out of the pocket. 

Horace and Will payed quiet spectators to the kitten and Halt throughout the day, watching as the kitten crawled her way out of the quiver and clawed her way around to Halt’s front. The ranger sighed. “If you fall off and Abelard tramples you, it’ll not be my doing,” He warned her. She meowed. “I don’t care. Sit down and be quiet, won’t you?” She did.

Will nudged Tug over toward Horace. “Two silver crowns say he’s given her a name by the time we reach Redmont.”

Horace looked down at his friend. “You’re on.”

———— 

After they reached Redmont, given their report to Baron Aarald and it was time to go their separate ways, it came to the point where Horace asked Halt where the kitten had gone. “I can take her back to Araluen with me,” he explained.

“Oh, I don’t know if she’ll let you,” Halt griped. “Damn thing’s torn up my quiver.” But she wasn’t in his quiver, Horace noticed, she was curled up in Halt’s arms, blinking happy, sleepy green eyes and purring. 

Horace laughed. “Vicious. Come on, then, I’ll take her off your hands.”

“Don’t worry yourself. I’ll take care of it. I’m sure some farmer needs another nuisance for mice catching around here - I’ll find Kit a good home.”

“Kit?” Horace asked, surprised and trying very hard not to smile.

Halt looked the slightest bit defensive. “What? She’s a kitten, and it takes a while to say.”

“You’ve named her.”

“It’s not a name, Horace.”

“It is, and now I owe Will two silver pieces, damn you.”

“What?” Halt frowned. 

“He bet you would name her,” Horace pointed with a smug grin, “And you have.”

“I’ve done no such thing.” He shook his head, and lowered his voice. “Mongrel wouldn’t answer to anything else.” He picked Kit up and placed her on his shoulder, where she settled and looked up at Horace. She meowed loudly.

“Is that so?” the knight asked, smiling a bit. Halt shrugged, and Kit swayed with the movement flawlessly. 

“Now if you don’t mind,” Halt shouldered past Horace, “It’s late and I have a wife waiting for me.”

“And a new pet to introduce,” Horace called to him. Halt ignored him. Kit meowed again. 

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Horace returned to Redmont several months later on unrelated business, and found Halt at his door with a thin, tall, taciturn-looking cat  perched on his shoulder. The knight’s eyebrows rose.

“You’ll find her a nice home, eh?”

Halt sighed, and shrugged. Kit swayed with him. “She gets me,” He said deadpan. Kit meowed, and Halt reached up to stroke her head. “Now come in and shut up about it.”

Horace hid a smile as he stepped into the ranger’s home. A match made in heaven.

Okay but listen to this Ranger’s Apprentice fic idea

An expedition a hundred years after the end of Queen Cassandra’s reign into the Mountains of Rain and Night unleashed something that completely warped the entire world, giving (back) magic to the people. For a few decades, everyone was pretty accepting of this change, those with the gift learning to use their powers and then teaching it to the next generations to help protect the land from these new monsters that plagued the lands. 

The country was divided after one of Cassandra’s descendants is killed, leaving no known heir. A civil war between two cousins, neither with a strong enough claim to the throne to be with out a doubt named the next ruler. One of them enlisted the powers of a Necromancer to summon the greatest war lord to ever live, Morgarath, from beyond the grave, but Morgarath, now returned to the land of the living and gifted with unimaginable power, quickly crushes the other side and begins a seemingly endless tyranny.

Emma, one of the last true Rangers still alive, is desperate to save her homeland from Morgarath’s tyranny. So she and her horse, Thud, travel deep into the Mountains, searching out one of the most powerful mages alive. A Dragon Mage named Aleksander Black-Heart.

Upon finding him, she begs him to help her resurrect the Heroes of Old Araluen, one of them an ancestor of her’s.

The other three the people who inspired her to become a Ranger.

Despite Aleksander’s disdain of outsiders, he agrees to help her, and together they resurrect the Heroes.

Can Halt, Crowley, Will and Horace learn to use the new abilities they’ve been given and defeat Morgarath, now with more power than he ever had before.

Or will this be the end of Araluen’s freedom forever?