- From the private journal of Captain Orlin Dagahal -
So here is my story, there's not a lot to tell really. The Leonian Rangers were created twenty years ago following a growing tension between the Kingdom of Leonia and our neighbours, the Kingdom of Ageria. We Rangers are scouts, messengers, warriors, basically whatever Leonia needs us to be.
I was still young when the Rangers were formed, spending my days off fighting dragons in the hope of becoming one of Leonia's famous knights. But fate had a different plan for me, and I was drafted into the Rangers before I knew what was happening.
As it turned out, the life of a Ranger suited me. We're a solitary bunch, most people think we have magic as we are able to disappear so easily and shoot with such deadly accuracy. Thats another thing that suited me, I was never much of a people person really, that and I'm far better with a bow than I ever was with that tiny wooden sword. I must have done something right, because five years ago today they made me Captain of the Rangers.
So thats it really. Nothing noble or daring like the Knights, just a simple, quiet life. I'm scouting Leonia's northern boarders this week, I found an old church to sleep in for the night. I've just got a fire going, but I can tell its going to be a cold night. But hey, the job's not all fun and dance...