Throughout the centuries fear has kept the forests safe, for all those that enter Lorhaven have heard the tales of the legendary elven Ranger, the swift death, the archer in the shadows that moves like a wraith and draws its bow like a demon on the hunt. Known only as Brint, the one who can track a horde of Orcs by smell from miles away or a band of goblins by nothing more than a fallen leaf on a dying tree, the deadly archer has become a bedtime story told to children to warn them of the dangers of entering the forest alone. Though the magic of the elves is known, it is not the mysterious ways of the forest children that scare off would-be raiders. It is the fear of Brint’s arrows and bow, drawn and fired so swiftly and silently that death comes an instant before even a footstep was heard, that gives pause to any seeking the many secrets of the elves of Lorhaven.

The Watchers, intrigued by Brint’s cunning and speed, have brought this legendary figure to the arena to test the skills of this legend against the other champions. Brint waits, silently at the arena’s edge, a twinkle in the eye, ready to deal a deadly strike to the other so-called legends await in the arena.