Prologue: 6 Days Earlier...
Thornguard Emblem A brisk wind swept through the sleepy streets of Briarwood as stars twinkled in the cloudless night sky above. Clutching his thick cloak closer to fend off the chill, the Elven Ranger Aeristel strolled home from a late night at the Rose & Thistle. The berry harvest festival was winding down, and last year's barrels needed to be emptied for the fresh harvest. Even through the haze of exhaustion and mead, Aeristel's keen hunting perception caught glimpses of tree squirrels and mice scampering in the moonlight. Rounding the last corner to his dwelling, Aeristel finds himself face to face with Vyksyl Valsung and two Elven members of the Thornguard. Vyksyl was dressed in his typical long linen robe dyed a deep green, with bright yellow Briarwood runes of different sizes embroidered seemingly at random along the length. The two Thornguards wore basic recruit padded armor, one carrying a crude quarterstaff and the other a small dirk and wooden shield.