
by
Seraph
The fallen were given to the Earth or Fire, old kings were carried home on bowers and weary shoulders. As they marched home, new kings sent out messengers and search parties, to spread word of their victory and gather those who had gone missing. Mercenaries or conscripts who had served against His Darkness were released with whatever reward they had been promised, to go wherever they may, perhaps to homes if they still had them.
Of these, many despaired the end of war and the lives they had taken in heat of battle. The war had set Men against other Men and so their kind suffered greatly. Those who did not fall into despair or know any trade but battle or have hope of finding home or family knew there was one place left for them. There was one group that would have need of their skills; that understood that evil was not conquered absolutely, but merely in retreat.
Salvation lay with the Rangers.