The Tale of Rekuf Rehtom Ro’ud (Human Ranger)
My name is Rekuf Rehtom Ro’ud. For decades I proudly served as a woodsman of the royal forest. I had a wife and a child and I was happy. We lived humbly but happily in our small home in the King’s forest. It was modest but clean and warm.
All was well until prince Hal, that lowly degenerate son of the king took the throne upon his father’s death. Soon he began extracting more and more from the people of the land, and began to engage in… depravities. Children would disappear. Wives were taken to be used up and thrown away to birth the new-king’s bastards. I tried to keep my head down and my family safe but in that I failed. My child was taken when he caught the leering eye of one of the royal guards at market.
When I made an entreaty to the new king, I was frantic, and I may have been too angry in my demeanor, for his response was to tell me that I should be grateful he didn’t take my wife as well as my son.
I loudly declared that I had served his father for over a decade and that I was a loyal servant, and that I merely requested the common decency that any decent king would grant to his loyal servants. In response I was seized and imprisoned for daring to suggest the king wasn’t decent.
My wife was taken, and I was made watch as the king’s most loyal servants made playthings of my wife and son.. Months after the murder of my family, I was released from the dungeon and thrown into the streets outside of the castle, being told that the king no longer wished to feed me.
I slunk back to the King’s forest, where I found my cabin was burned to the ground and all my possessions destroyed or taken... There was nothing left for me. From that moment on I dedicated myself to whatever revenge I could extract from this foul universe. I spent years retreating deeper and deeper into the forests at the outskirts of the kingdom, searching for knowledge of the old and hidden ways that might allow me to have my revenge.
Eventually I discovered the legend of the Rot. A black fungus so pernicious and deadly that it could infect and grow in any warm blooded creature that ingested it or that had an open wound that touched it. And after sifting through hundreds of wives' tails and legends concerning The Rot, I have come to believe there is a grove deep in the forests beyond Alderhearth where this Rot can be found.
I have the tools and the craft to safely gain a sample of the Rot, and when I do, I shall endeavor to destroy the whole of the castle and its nobility, infecting food and water supplies with spores of the Rot. All I am, and all I have, and all I shall become is vengeance.