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  Ranger of Taria

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  Ranger's Fury

  Part One: Return to Taria

  Part Two: Separate Paths

  Part Three: Night Journey

  Part Four: Saelmark

  Part Five: Purified

  Part Six: The Dwarven Problem

  Part Seven: Fall of the Crown

  Author Notes for Ranger's Fury

  Black Moon

  Part One: Heroes of Saelmark

  Part Two: Night Journey

  Part Three: Coast of Taria

  Part Four: The Sleeping City

  Part Five: The Rogue and The Rusis

  Part Six: In the King's Bedchamber

  Part Seven: Holding

  Part Eight: Sunrise in Taria

  Part Nine: The Dwemhar Answer

  Part Ten: The Coward

  Part Elven: Shadows of the Black Moon

  Author Notes for Black Moon

  Aieclo

  Part One: Return to Swia

  Part Two: The Observatory

  Part Three: Titans

  Part Four: Forest Folk

  Part Five: Shadow Runner

  Part Six: Northern Trek

  Part Seven: The Black Reach

  Part Eight: All the Lost Shadows

  Part Nine: Silir

  Part Ten: Rings

  Part Elven: Between Ice and Fire

  Part Twelve: Phantoms of the Mines

  Part Thirteen: Scourge

  Part Fourteen: The Ranger and the Captain

  Author notes for Aieclo

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  Ranger of Taria

  (Ranger’s Revenge Trilogy)

  Stormborn Saga Books Four, Five, and Six

  J.T. Williams

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  Forward to Ranger’s Revenge

  This trilogy is set in the middle of the Stormborn Saga but these stories are centered around Fadis, the Ranger of the crew and his personal story as he searches for his son, is thrown into the middle of a dark war, and seeks revenge on the King who wronged him.

  If you’re new to the Stormborn books know that you can read these books without having read the trilogy before it. I’ve written this in such a way that you can enjoy it out of order. If you’re interested in the other trilogy as well it can be found on Amazon here: Stormborn Saga: Guardian of the Seas.

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  Ranger’s Fury

  (Ranger’s Revenge #1)

  Stormborn Saga Book Four

  J.T. Williams

  Part One: Return to Taria

  The ocean spray blew across the deck as on the tail of a storm, a young captain took his crew south. His name was Valrin, Stormborn of the Glacial Seas. His vessel was a realm ship of the Dwemhar, a lost race of incredible power who had tasked him with guarding the oceans of the North until a foretold time. But for a time, his business was to the south. A member of his crew desperately sought to find his son. If his son was even still alive.

  Fadis, Ranger of the North who had spent his child’s early years fighting in a war against the elves, had managed to secure his son a place with the elves when the truth of the land’s events became known. He was a traitor to a king, and his once-enemy became the safer place. That was ten years ago. His son was essentially grown. He promised that he would return for his son, and he was making good on it now.

  “Captain,” a young woman shouted out. “I see land ahead beneath what light from the waning moon reveals.”

  This younger woman was a Rusis named Braei, a being who appeared as if she were of the race of men but could wield magic with just her hands, a significant skill of her race. Rusis were rare, an ancient race like the Dwemhar but still very much in existence. She and Valrin cared much for one another, though they worked to keep that from the crew.

  “We must move around the cape,” another woman corrected her.

  This part-Rusis woman was one of the few remaining people with Dwemhar blood. A power unlike any other across the oceans of continents, she had spent her entire life in a temple of the wind god, Dimn, learning to control her powers. Now, she served the Stormborn, but she was not alone.

  Valrin turned the wheel over to one of the few others who ever guided the ship, a shadow elf from the East, Evurn. As the oldest of the crew and with a dark history himself, he was a powerful force to reckon with. He watched over Valrin and the others as a father, but he was also the strangest.

  “Rasi didn’t like that storm,” he told Valrin.

  Rasi was his albino snake, and most of the crew felt the snake had more rights than they did.

  Rasi coiled down his arm and sat on the wheel of the Aela Sunrise.

  “Captain,” Evurn said quite suddenly, “do we not need to move into the Vindas Sea regions?”

  “Yes, that’s where we go,” Valrin said.

  “Well, as you can see, there is a great amount of fog we’re going into. I suggest we move away from the fog. Find a safe harbor for now.”

  Valrin saw exactly what Evurn had mentioned. What before was just rough seas now was veiled in thick fog rolling off the bow. Evurn turned them north, taking them along the high cliffs of northern Taria.

  “We shouldn’t dwell this way for long,” Fadis said.

  “Come now,” Braei said, “how many years has it been since you left this place?”

  “Not long enough seeing as we are back at this place. The elves are where we need to go.”

  “Well, fog complicates that for now.”

  Aeveam closed her eyes, but at almost the same time, they jerked back open. “Valrin, turn now. There is a cove with high grass. We need to go there.”

  Valrin turned the wheel, moving quickly toward dark cliffs. He moved the levers of the ship, and the ship began to glow, casting light ahead and revealing an almost perfect moor around some high rocks.

  “Good timing, Aeveam,” Braei said. “We would have missed it.”

  Aeveam jumped from the ship before it was even tied off and began up into high grass. Braei followed, with Valrin jumping to follow Braei.

  “What in the gods has gotten into them?” Fadis asked.

  “I do not know,” said Evurn, “but that girl is going to get us in trouble, I’m sure.”

  As Fadis reached the upper part of the embankment, he saw that Aeveam had her arms out and eyes closed.

  “Someone is near, someone who will be important,” she said.

  “What do you mean?” Fadis asked.

  “Stay here. They will come to you. There is another. Come, Braei! Now!”

  Before any could ask or protest, both Aeveam and Braei disappeared into the grass, leaving the others.

  “I don’t like this,” Evurn said. “There’s a foul smell in the air. I will watch this other direction. Whatever Aeveam is up to, I’m sure we’ll know soon.”

  As Evurn now left too, Valrin and Fadis stayed put.

  “So much for a simple journey,” Valrin said.

  Fadis strung his bow. “Perhaps it will remain simple.”

  Valrin and Fadis saw several sudden flashes of fire and lightning.

  “No, definitely not.”

  Fadis put an arrow to cheek, and Valrin drew his blade. They advanced to the edge of the tall grass and watched for more flashes. They came, but they were much further off. Fadis heard galloping horses and shouting.

  “This is why we do not separate!” he said to Valrin.

  Valrin ran over to where they’d last seen Evurn. “Evurn! Where are you?”

  A few moments later, Fadis saw something moving to their right. He was about to release his arrow when he saw the glow of a Rusis spell and Braei moving with a large man to her side.

  “Thanks for not killing me!” she said.

  “Why would I kill you?”

  “Rusis, in the fields. Aeveam fights them.”

  Multiple large blasts of fire and lightning erupted in the near distance. The sounds of the horses drew closer.

  “Who is this?” Fadis asked of the large man, now noticing he, too, had a child or s
omething in his arms.

  “I am a simple barkeep from the East. My daughter and her ill dwarven friend seek help. She needs help, though, now. They’re going to kill her!”

  The man began to cry, and Fadis pushed them away.

  “Take him and hide for now near the way to the ship,” he told Braei.

  He advanced through the grass with Valrin just behind him. He spotted multiple shadowy forms in the fields. He ran back up to a wooded path, quickly moving through the trees. He saw someone ahead looking back the way they had come.

  He touched her shoulder. She jumped and drew a knife. He grabbed her arm, preventing her from stabbing him.

  “I’m a friend unless you’re a friend of the King,” Fadis said, holding her arm as she pushed against his.

  “Seriously, If I wanted you dead I would have put an arrow in you.”

  Her stern push against him released and she sheathed her dagger.

  “They’re everywhere. The magic casters. Rusis in cloaks. I’ve never seen so many.”

  “Careful, they’re already pissed. Damn Rusis. I thought I took down one of the last in this region when I left. Damn it.” Fadis saw several figures converging on them. “Friends?”

  “No,” the woman said.

  He pulled an arrow to cheek before releasing the bolt and taking down one of them. Several of the figures near the one who dropped turned and sent a volley of flaming magic toward them.

  Fadis dropped to the ground with the female, and the spells landed around them but missed.

  From behind them, a bolt of lightning leaped out, striking more of the attackers. The attackers fled, and Fadis could hear more of the horses nearly upon them. The early-morning sun revealed the banners of the King of Taria in the distance.

  Fadis spit. “Come on,” he told the woman.

  “Who are you?” she asked.

  “Not trying to kill you. How’s that for an answer?”

  Valrin went to look toward the approaching horses.

  “Captain, I’d suggest we get to the others. These men don’t look like they’re here to play nicely,” Fadis said.

  “Move forward. We need to get to the ship.”

  They began to run back toward where they had come ashore.

  “Where’s Aeveam?” Valrin questioned.

  “Beside you,” she said.

  The woman they were helping jumped as Aeveam appear suddenly beside them.

  “I think we killed enough of them. Perhaps they’ll not attack random travelers.”

  “I told you this place would be nothing but a lawless land,” the Fadis said, “The king was a bastard when I fought with him, and a bastard he remains. The next time you get a feeling, perhaps we will not stop like this.”

  “We are here; we will deal with this. Let us get back to the others,” Valrin said.

  They came upon where Braei was.

  “Braei,” Valrin asked. “Where’s our lovely shadow elf?”

  “I do not keep up with him, Valrin. Making friends, Fadis?” Braei asked, staring the woman up and down.

  “Something like that,” Fadis said. “Enemies of the king are likely friends of ours.”

  The woman looked at the others Braei had brought. “You are both okay! I thought for sure they had killed you!”

  “What is going on?” Fadis questioned.

  “Rusis, enemy Rusis. I have never seen so many,” Aeveam said. “They nearly had them when I came upon them. “

  “She is like what I told you. She is of the Rusis and,” the barkeep said, staring at her, “like the Dwemhar.”

  The woman stared at Aeveam. Aeveam shook her head. “We will talk of this later.”

  Horsemen rode nearly upon them, and Fadis drew an arrow as several of the king’s men circled him and the rest of the crew.

  “Seems you boys wandered a bit far from Taria,” Fadis said. “You’re going to want to head back east. No one here has anything for you.”

  “Stranger,” one of the men said, “you are new to these lands. I do not recognize you. This female is wanted by the king for crimes against the crown. I do command that you—”

  “Fuck off.” Fadis took several steps forward. He loosed his arrow, sending the bolt directly past the horseman’s helmet. Before the rogue could look back to the Ranger, he had another arrow to cheek. “Tell your king he can fuck off too. We don’t have time or desire to deal with his rabble.”

  The horseman laughed. “You can insult us if you wish, but the king has gathered those of particular skill.” He moved his hand to the side, and several of the Rusis from before were at his sides. “My king is stronger than he has ever been. We will not deal with elven, dwarven, or rebel intrusion into our lands anymore. You and the others are free to go. We will take that girl and that dwarf, Rilr.”

  Another figure appeared from the path that led down to the sea. Valrin glanced and smiled to see Evurn and Rasi.

  “I like the dwarf,” the Evurn said. “His name is Rilr, you say? Good, I like Rilr.”

  The snake Rasi hissed at the horses, sending several of them scampering back.

  “Captain Valrin, the ship is ready. We will head back to sea and toward elven lands. With extra crew. Under our protection,” he said, emphasizing that the rogue, her father, and Rilr were not to be given up.

  As the rogue walked with the others who assisted her father in carrying Rilr, she looked back to Fadis and Aeveam.

  “This is an outrage,” the horseman said. “Rusis! Stop them!”

  The casters advanced, but both Aeveam and Evurn stepped forward. A blast of red magic threw a wall of snow, dirt, and rock into the closest Rusis, toppling several horses.

  Aeveam floated just above the ground, her hands alight with white fire, lifting several of the others high into the air and throwing them into the trees beyond the horsemen.

  The man who had ordered the Rusis to move in was speechless. Those around him fled and he struggled to control his own steed.

  “Yes,” said Fadis, “as I said, fuck off.”

  They fled back toward the Aela Sunrise.

  Valrin was at the helm. Aeveam immediately went to the barkeep and used her powers to heal what she could of his blood bloody wounds. She then placed her hands on the dwarf.

  “The dwarf is sickened with something else. Was he poisoned?”

  “Dwemhar ruins,” the woman said. “A trap of some kind.”

  Evurn boarded the ship. “Come now, we just got away from that Dwemhar and sea-people stories and sicknesses and crazy events. Let’s not start up on some quest once again.”

  “Come now, Evurn," Valrin mocked, "you know you enjoy every bit of such a fun quest."

  “Hmph,” he responded. "Stormborn."

  Fadis went to the woman as Valrin moved away from the shore almost without any wind at all. The woman looked up at the lack of wind in the sails and then looked at the ship itself with a questioning eye.

  “If the ship is your only question of us, I’d be surprised,” Fadis said. “What is your name?”

  She looked around the ship, scanning each of the crew. She then looked to her father, who was leaning against the railing of the ship, exhausted.

  Fadis could tell she did not typically trust others, from the loops in her armor, which no doubt held daggers, to her general demeanor. If she wasn’t a Ranger of some kind, she was something else. He smiled at her, and she gave a half smirk.

  “Kirla,” she said.

  “Kirla, well, welcome aboard the Aela Sunrise. We have need to travel further south. I have some business with the elves. You can travel with us, or we will take you to a port of your choosing. I’m not here to ask what happened before, but you can decide your next path. We’ve all made our own choices aboard this vessel. What will be yours?”

  She stared at him, and he smiled. Fadis noticed she seemed to stare towards her father and then back to Fadis.

  “There is time. Talk with your father.”

  Valrin made a point to guide the Aela Sunrise far away from the distant coast. The sun rose a bit higher in the sky, and the waves glistened with a golden hue. These waters were indeed much different from the Glacial Seas.

  As Valrin and Fadis locked eyes, the Ranger came to his side as their two new companions, or in fact, three, if they counted the sickened dwarf, stared aimlessly, unsure what to make of their surroundings.